But for him, the money itself was far from enough to make him lose composure. What truly shocked him was the terrifying monetization potential represented by this number.
Just overnight, a single video created value far exceeding the total of his content creation over the past few years. This was no longer content creation; it was like printing money.
Lin Yu'an sat quietly in front of his desk, the screen's glow reflecting on his face, which had shifted from initial extreme shock to calm analysis.
Even Old Mao's tone carried a touch of awe, though it was awe directed at the traffic. "Brother An? Brother An, are you still there?"
Lin Yu'an took a deep breath and regained a bit of reality, "I saw it. This video completely exploded."
"It's more than just exploding! Brother An, you've directly ascended! Those bastards are probably regretting it now! Exclusive contract, my ass? Now they're begging you to post videos!"
