A little flirtation really does attract traffic.
However, he felt he should inform Layla about posting her photos in the video, so he sent her the work and explained his intention to document his weight loss journey on Instagram.
As for appearing in Jacob’s video, Layla was indifferent. After all, she often appeared in her own Instagram account for the GetFit Fitness Center.
Moreover, she also had an Instagram account named “Fitness Girl Layla,” which already had over five thousand followers.
For a fitness coach like her, if she could operate her Instagram account well, it would be very beneficial, and she could even directly transition to becoming an internet celebrity.
However, the competition in the female fitness coach field was fierce, as many borderline female streamers took this route. Most of Layla’s videos were quite standard, while those female streamers did whatever they could to be provocative, combined with powerful beauty filters, turning a woman who was a five in reality into a nine or above, leaving the perverted viewers mesmerized.
So even though Layla had excellent personal conditions, she had no advantage online, as those female streamers all had figures like papayas and legs that seemed to go on forever. As long as technology was used well, even a little potato could become a charming leg model.
By the time the class ended, Jacob’s work had received a total of 22 likes, and he had gained 14 new followers.
According to the system’s reward rules, 14 followers were worth 28 dollars, and 22 likes were worth 22 dollars, totaling 50 dollars. Currently, he was at a loss of 250 dollars! Jacob felt that this number seemed to mock him; the task released by the system was supposed to be a way to make money, but he ended up losing money.
Fortunately, this was only temporary; the promotion effect lasted for 24 hours, and he should see another wave of data increase later.
“Daddy, I’m hungry.”
After leaving the tutoring class, Macy looked at the snack cart by the roadside.
“Those things aren’t healthy. Daddy will make you something delicious at home.”
The snack cart by the roadside sold fried skewers and grilled squid. Jacob had worked in the catering industry for over ten years and knew all the tricks involved. The oil used for frying skewers at roadside stalls was mostly gutter oil, and the squid used for grilling was often soaked in lye.
Of course, there were some conscientious vendors who used good oil and fresh squid, but the cost would increase significantly, and Jacob didn’t dare to gamble on their integrity.
In fact, it was fine for adults to eat these things occasionally, but Jacob couldn’t let Macy try these risky foods.
“But the squid smells so good.”
Hearing the sizzling sound from the grill, Macy, the little foodie, couldn’t help but swallow.
“How about this? Daddy will make you grilled squid at home!”
Jacob picked Macy up and quickly walked past the snack cart, then placed the little girl in the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz GLS-Class.
Afterward, he went to a nearby market and bought two squids. Once home, he quickly cleaned and marinated them, then cooked the squid in a frying pan.
“Wow, it smells so good!”
“Daddy, you’re amazing!”
Jacob placed the cooked squid on the dining table, and Macy immediately cheered with sparkling eyes, then eagerly stuffed a large piece of squid into her mouth.
“Slow down, no one is competing with you.”
Jacob affectionately patted his precious daughter’s little head.
“Mm-hmm.”
Macy nodded like a little chick pecking at rice, her cheeks full as if she were a little hamster storing food.
Jacob wore a doting smile; this feeling was something only older men with daughters could understand.
At nine o’clock in the evening.
At Smartday Holding.
After putting her daughter to sleep, Vienna walked into the bathroom to take a shower. However, as she was showering, she recalled everything that had happened here at noon.
That Mr. Jacob was tall and strong, and it had lasted over twenty minutes casually, while Rick had told her that men at this age lasted at most five minutes, but in reality, he only lasted two or three minutes.
She wondered which woman would have to endure his two or three minutes tonight. Rick said he would be out for business tonight, which naturally meant he would be sleeping with another woman.
Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but recall that tall figure, reminiscing about the wonderful moments from noon.
She gently squinted her eyes, letting the water wash over her body, her face full of enjoyment. However, merely reminiscing was ultimately just scratching the surface; a bold idea suddenly emerged in her mind.
With Rick not home, could she invite Mr. Jacob over?
Once this thought took root in her mind, it was impossible to shake off.
