"Wait until Douyin spends all the money in its account, then raise another 10 million US dollars,"
Lu Liang sighed helplessly, suddenly understanding what it meant to be burdened by fame; this was the burden of fame.
Fame is a double-edged sword, you can call to arms and countless people will charge with you, but everything you want to do is scrutinized.
Moving quietly into the village, no gunslinging needed.
That would be basically impossible from now on, either lay the groundwork in advance, or go in openly.
"No problem."
Shen Peng was all smiles, in a very good mood.
Not only the netizens wanted to make a fortune with Lu Liang, but they also wanted to join him in making big money.
Now, even if Lu Liang said poop was chocolate flavor, there would probably be people who couldn't resist trying it out.
The caveat was that Lu Liang needed to taste it first.
Just like Douyin now.
