Who Needs a CEO? I Choose Stardom

It was a coincidence that she’d caught up to them. Ni Bingyan had noticed many of her fans hadn’t thought to bring water, so she’d stopped the woman, planning to buy all her coconuts to treat the fans. But the woman recognized Ni Bingyan in an instant.

’Great,’ she thought. ’Another mama fan just like Luo Tiantian.’

The woman, who sold her wares to tourists, was incredibly enthusiastic:

”I can’t believe you’re all fans of my Little Ice Candy! I couldn’t tell at all!”

”Hahaha! We didn’t expect you to be one too! We couldn’t tell either!”

Coincidentally, someone in the crowd from a younger generation recognized her. They were far more surprised than she was to find out one of their own elders was so absorbed in her fandom that she’d stopped selling coconuts!

The Coconut Auntie was thrilled and didn’t mind everyone’s comments, simply explaining:

”It was my daughter who got into her first! I promised I’d become a fan of Ni Bingyan if she promised to study hard, and I can’t believe it actually worked! Her grade-wide ranking jumped two hundred places last semester! Now I’m a true fan of Little Ice Candy, too! Hahaha! May she bless my daughter and help her get into a good university next year!”

Ni Bingyan was holding a green coconut the size of her head and was SLURP SLURP-ing up the last drops. When she heard that, she nearly choked.

People were constantly leaving the crowd as others joined, and there was no shortage of colorful characters.

With already interesting people hamming it up for the camera, Ni Bingyan couldn’t imagine what the final edited show would look like.

When the cycling convoy reached Wenchang, Ni Bingyan booked out an entire restaurant and treated her fans to a chicken dinner. The fans were as happy as if it were New Year’s, all taking pictures to post on social media.

That evening, the fans obediently dispersed. Ni Bingyan breathed a sigh of relief and led the production crew to the hotel they had booked in advance to rest.

The night passed without incident.

「The next day.」

Ni Bingyan woke up bright and early and got dressed, ready to hit the road. But as soon as she stepped out of the hotel, she saw a crowd of cyclists waiting in an open space not far away.

”We’ve been waiting for you for ages! Hahaha!”

This time, it wasn’t just Qiong Island locals; there were cyclists from all over the country.

’Well,’ she thought, ’I expected the group to shrink, but it’s only gotten bigger.’

”Bingbao, use my portable voice amplifier. Don’t strain your voice shouting today!”

With so many people, Ni Bingyan was terrified of an accident, so she slowed their cycling pace considerably. She led from the front, directing them the whole way, worried that something might go wrong.

When they reached a tough spot, she would cheer them on: ”There’s a small slope up ahead, everyone, keep it up! Heave-ho, heave-ho!”

Or if there was a pothole, she would warn them, ”Pothole ahead! Please slow down!”

When they reached a turn, she would shout, ”Keep your distance! Be careful not to knock anyone over!”

To get better footage that day, the production crew even deployed several extra drones.

They made it through the second day without incident. As evening fell, Ni Bingyan treated her fans to dinner again before returning to the hotel, utterly exhausted.

On the third day, things spun even further out of control.

Word had gotten out, and now, not only were cyclists from all over China rushing to join, but tourists from around the world were also joining the procession.

That day, worried the foreigners wouldn’t be able to keep up, she even had to occasionally direct the group in their native languages.

Since they were filming a show and couldn’t possibly blur out every fan’s face when it aired, the production team gave each fan a ”salary.” Using taxes as a pretext, they also insisted that everyone sign an agreement.

There was no shortage of clever people among the fans. One look at the agreement and they knew this wasn’t just free cash—it was hush money.

As a result, the entire internet knew Ni Bingyan was having a blast with her fans on Qiong Island for the past three days, but anyone who wasn’t there had no idea what was actually going on.

No one was live-streaming, no one posted on-site videos, and almost no one even posted photos.

On the fourth day, Pei Jin had wanted her to ride for one more day to see just how big of a sensation it could become, but the production team was summoned for a talk with the local police.

The crowd was growing larger and larger, but since she hadn’t applied to host an official event and lacked the necessary management qualifications, it was difficult to guarantee everyone’s safety at such a spontaneous gathering.

And so, that was all there could be for episode nine.

Pei Jin felt it was a bit of a shame, but Ni Bingyan thought the timing was perfect.

They had agreed to film each episode in three days, and she had no desire to spend any extra time on it.

Besides, they had more than enough footage for this episode; he could edit it however he liked.

Compared to episode nine, she was much more excited about the content for episode ten.

For this episode, she was planning to go sea fishing in the South Sea!

As an avid angler, how could she not want to go sea fishing?

In her past life, she could never afford it. In this life, she had the money but never the time. Now that she finally had the chance, how could she not make the most of it?