The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 481 The Livestream Sales Begin

You can imagine how much the cost of producing these products is due to this idiotic, money-burning method of overtaking others.

The goods that "Guo Fulai" is bringing today are these samples that came out of the trial production line.

He picked up a plain-colored towel and showed it to the camera. The style was so simple that it had no highlights. If you threw it on a supermarket shelf, no one would give it a second glance.

"Let me put it simply," he said, rubbing the towel fabric. "It's made with China's top-grade Xinhai 60 cotton. From raw materials to finished product, the entire process is handled by Chinese workers and produced with domestically made equipment. It still falls short of the high-end lines that are easily exported to Europe and America, but it's incomparable to ordinary goods."

“Absorption rate, completely soaked in three seconds,” he said, pouring water onto the towel, the water stains spreading instantly. “Ordinary towels on the market take about ten seconds.”

"In terms of washability, it can currently withstand 150 washes without fading." He suddenly paused here, looking at the camera with a wry smile: "But to be honest... who among customers who buy at this price point would actually wash a towel 150 times? They'd probably replace it after three to five uses."

As soon as he finished speaking, the live chat was instantly flooded with netizens' complaints:

"I'm so shocked! So rich people use disposable towels!"

"Regarding the incident where I was dismissed from my wealthy status for using the same towel for two years"

"Fatty: Do you rich people use towels as shoe-shining cloths?"

"Thank you. I initially thought it was too expensive, but now I realize I'm not worthy of it!"

Zhao Xiaochui didn't see the netizens' complaints and was still introducing the towel that he had come up with through trial and error:
"The pH value is stable between 6.3 and 7.2," he shrugged helplessly. "It's still not as good as the best-selling products in Europe and America, but it's considered high-end in China."

After reciting a long list of technical parameters, Zhao Xiaochui finally had a chance to glance at the comments section. Seeing the screen filled with "I'm not worthy," he awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

"Well... the price is indeed a bit high." He started calculating on his fingers, "Equipment procurement, industrial upgrading subsidies, and R&D expenses that keep exceeding the limit... Let me put it this way—"

He suddenly grabbed the plain towel and shoved it in front of the camera like he was carrying a skinny chick:
"Taking it easy and slow means I'm losing money even at cost price..."

"One, 238."

The live stream went silent for three seconds, then the chat erupted like a volcano:

"How much?! Is this towel edged with gold?!"

"I could buy a whole box of national brand towels for ten years with 238 yuan!"

"Fatty, are you sure you didn't forget the decimal point?"

"Suddenly, I feel like those 150 wash tests were completely unnecessary..."

"Brother Hemsworth, this isn't industrial upgrading, it's price upgrading!"

"Thank you, but I'm really not worthy!"

"..."

Seeing the intense reaction from netizens, Zhao Xiaochui was somewhat speechless.

This live stream was requested by Zhou Yaqin. To balance the interests of all parties, a product sales segment was added temporarily. However, the industrial park is currently undergoing industrial upgrading, and the OEM production lines of the large factories in the textile park that were shut down are being renovated. Even orders from Europe and the United States for mature products cannot meet the demand. When selecting products, only this trial-produced towel with the qualification to be listed on the market could barely make up the numbers.

He rubbed the towel with a wry smile.

The price is indeed hard to lower. If this product were sold cheaply, it would truly be considered malicious competition, as the authorities have stated.

“How about this,” Zhao Xiaochui turned to Liu Li, Guoguo, and Tangtang, who were watching the excitement, and suggested in a consultative tone, “We have 30,000 items in stock, so let’s put them on the shelves in three waves. Each wave will have 10,000 items and a ten-minute time limit.”

He looked at the three girls expectantly: "No matter how many units are sold in each round, I'd like you three to perform a short show to entertain everyone after it's over, okay?" The three girls exchanged glances, hesitated for a while, and then happily agreed:
"Row!"

Tangtang: "I'll sing~"

Guoguo: "I'm going to read... never mind, I'll just practice my boxing routine instead."

"Well..." Liu Li hesitated for a long time before blinking, "Can I act cute?!"

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at his bedmate, who was pretending to be silly and cute, with a black line on his forehead, and asked the camera: Turning to the camera, he asked with a wry smile: "Guys... is this setup okay?"

The moment the words were spoken, the live stream exploded like a New Year's Eve celebration!

"Ahhh! The aloof goddess is going to be cute!"

"A trio performing together! This is a huge win!"

"Fatty's awesome! He actually managed to move these three gods!"

"Link it now! I'll buy ten and trade them for a straight punch from Guoguo!"

The number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed at a visible speed, and the barrage of comments completely obscured the screen, causing the server to hum under immense pressure.

The only interaction between these three super internet celebrities, who never engage in entertainment, and their fans was when they turned on filters and beauty effects at the request of netizens before a science popularization session. However, after their male fans discovered that turning on the filters actually made them look worse, no one ever made that request again.

Just before the live stream was about to start, Zhao Xiaochui suddenly remembered something: he had been using Guo Fulai's identity for so long, but the real person hadn't made a single request.

He scratched his head, looking a little apologetic, and explained to the camera:

"Hey guys, I have something to say."

"The price of these towels is indeed a bit high today, so it's hard to say how well they'll sell."

"So I enabled the tipping feature, just to earn some extra cash and recoup some of my losses—"

"Everyone should do what they can, just show your support!"

After saying that, he deftly turned on the tipping switch and clasped his hands in a fist salute to the camera.

Then, Zhao Xiaochui took a deep breath, looked at the camera, and shouted:
"Three, two, one... Link up!"

Zhao Xiaochui gave the order, but instead of the usual streamer shouting and promoting, the live stream fell into an unusual silence.

Just as the silence was about to spread, a clear and ethereal singing voice flowed out without warning—

It's candy.

She didn't wait for the time limit to end. The moment Zhao Xiaochui finished speaking, she gently closed her eyes and slightly parted her lips.

This singing prodigy, who was framed and forced to interrupt her studies at the art academy, is now, in a live broadcast watched by millions, using her innate talent, coupled with the support Zhao Xiaochui once gave her, to finally usher in the bloom that was rightfully hers.

“You know the bed feels warmer
You know, a bed always feels warmer.

Sleeping here alone
When you fall asleep alone
You know I dream in color
You know my dreams are all colorful.
......"

(End of this chapter)