Chapter 165: Basic Move, Don't Fret, No Apprentices Taken

"Now, please type 'I am an idiot' on the public screen!"

Hearing Chen Luo's words, the director immediately wanted to shout "Cut!"

No! President Chen! This is going way too far! The fact that they didn't storm your livestream after you just scolded them is already a testament to your exceptional skill.

But now you're making the viewers insult themselves? How could that possibly work?!

Just as the director was about to raise his hand, Chen Luo spoke up once more.

"I am not doing this merely to scold you. I am doing this for your children, so that you will remember this moment!"

"Only by letting go of your desire for parental control, learning to communicate with your children, truly and practically considering their needs from a realistic standpoint, accepting your children's mediocrity and ordinariness, and finding a path suited to their future development—isn't this far more important than those pointless displays of authority and self-esteem?"

This segment was not in the original script; it was an impromptu addition by Chen Luo.

In his past life, he had seen too much. Most of his classmates ended up studying majors they disliked. When graduation came around, those with family connections already had jobs prepared for them by their parents.

However, the majority of students from ordinary backgrounds muddled through four years of college.

Studying a major they loathed, living a directionless life, they reached graduation in their senior year without any planning. They became unemployed the moment they graduated, or they simply followed the crowd to take civil service exams or postgraduate entrance exams, while others directly threw themselves into sales.

These people endured a muddled university experience, only to be greeted by a muddled life afterwards.

To a certain extent, filling out college application forms is indeed one of the most crucial turning points in a person's life.

[Right, the teacher is right. I admit it, I am an idiot!]

The first barrage comment appeared, and immediately afterward, comment after comment began to flood the screen.

[Yes, we didn't consider our child's feelings. I am an idiot!]

[Me too. I only wanted my child to study normal education for the sake of stability, but I never asked what my child wanted.]

Comments scrolled past continuously. It wasn't just about admitting they were idiots; many parents began to realize their own mistakes and that they shouldn't ignore their children's feelings.

The hostility in the comment section vanished. Instead, many people appended discussions about their children after the phrase "I am an idiot."

[I am an idiot. This weekend I'm going to talk to my child and understand what they actually want.]

[I am an idiot. I previously wanted my child to study finance, but looking at our family's financial situation, I just blindly listened to rumors, thinking finance makes big money, and almost ruined my child.]

Within a minute, countless "I am an idiot" messages floated by, and almost every comment was quite long, mostly consisting of deep self-reflection.

Chen Luo glanced at the barrage and nodded with a smile.

In his mind, he thought of the netizen-dubbed "Half-Saint Zhang," who was joked to deserve a place in the imperial ancestral temple, and couldn't help but feel that this project was not only a valuable endeavor that could generate immense economic benefits, but also a deed of boundless merit.

"Very well, seeing your reactions, I am quite satisfied."

"You have all finally broken free from the state of being idiots."

"Tomorrow, we will begin discussing the key focus areas for filling out college applications for arts and science students."

"Alright, same time tomorrow, see you there!"

[Farewell to the teacher!]

[Farewell to the teacher!]

[I will definitely set my alarm early tomorrow! I'll be here on time!]

[Thank you for your hard work, teacher!]

"Click!"

Turning off the livestream, Chen Luo leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

"Ten minutes from now, compile the backend data. I want to see the comprehensive results of this broadcast."

Wen Wan instructed the production crew staff before walking over to Chen Luo with a cup of juice.

"You've worked hard, darling."

Chen Luo took the cup and took a sip of the juice. It was sweet and soothing to his throat.

Wen Wan walked up behind Chen Luo and gently massaged his shoulders.

"Not bad, brother-in-law. Watching you run this livestream almost broke me out in a cold sweat."

Wen Xiu walked over with a smile, gently clapping his hands.

"I've seen so many live streamers, but this is the first time I've ever seen someone treat their audience like grandsons and scold them, yet still have so many people watching. I've truly seen something new today."

To have Wen Xiu, the once wildly arrogant young master of the Wen family, offer such praise was enough to show the shocking impact Chen Luo's livestream had on him.

"It's nothing. This is only the first stream, but Elena will probably notice it soon."

"Therefore, the subsequent livestreams cannot be interrupted. If they want to produce content of the same style, they will need at least a week's reaction time."

"To play it safe, for the next week, we will livestream for over 7 hours a day, finish explaining all prepared content within three days, and spend the remaining four days entirely on guest call-ins."

"Maximize all the effects, thoroughly cement the persona, and leave them no room to counterattack."

As Chen Luo finished speaking, Wen Wan's hands, which had been kneading his shoulders, came to a halt.

"But, darling, this is too exhausting for you."

Wen Wan's eyes were filled with heartache; from the bottom of her heart, she didn't want Chen Luo to push himself so hard.

Even though she now knew this project was extremely important—potentially bringing in astonishing windfall profits and serving as the crucial turning point in their showdown with Elena—did all of that matter? It didn't!

None of it mattered as much as a single strand of Chen Luo's hair!

"How about letting someone else take your place? If the effect is a bit lesser, so be it."

Chen Luo raised his hand and patted the back of her hand.

"It's fine, it's just working hard for a week. This workload is no problem for me at all, don't worry."

"But your throat is going to hurt..."

At this point, she met Chen Luo's gaze, which was filled with unshakeable determination, and she had no choice but to swallow her words.

"Fine, fine, I'll listen to you. I'll have people prepare more throat-soothing teas and beverages."

"You just have to promise me, if your throat gets too uncomfortable or you're too exhausted, I have the right to tie you up and drag you off to rest, understand?"

"Alright, alright, I know. Don't worry, I know my limits."

The two looked at each other, their gazes almost turning into tangible threads of sweetness, and the air seemed saturated with a cloying fondness.

"Hey, hey, hey! I'm still right here, please stop feeding me dog food every single day."

Wen Xiu walked over holding a spreadsheet, interrupting their tender moment.

"Come on, take a look. This is today's livestream data."

Wen Wan took it, and a look of astonishment crossed her eyes as she covered her mouth with her hand.

"No way? Isn't this effect a little too good?! How long has the livestream even been running, and his follower count has already jumped by one hundred thousand?!"

"Director's group, did you make a mistake?"

The nearby director hurriedly ran over carrying a laptop, a face full of ecstatic joy.

"President Wen! There is absolutely no mistake! And look at the backend here, the follower count is still skyrocketing!"

"A new follower every single second! President Chen! You're about to explode in popularity!"

Looking at the rapidly jumping follower numbers, Wen Xiu stared at Chen Luo, completely at a loss for words.

Chen Luo raised his hand and pressed it downward.

"Basic operation, no need to make a fuss. I'm not taking apprentices."

"Hahaha!"

This remark amused everyone present. Even Wen Wan covered her mouth, laughing until her shoulders trembled.

Just at that moment, Wen Wan's phone rang. Picking it up, she saw it was a call from Mo Lan.

"President Wen, we've intercepted a special individual whom we cannot handle. Do you think you should come over and take a look?"