Chapter 344: The Male Model Team
In the past, Damien Vaughn would have balked at a simple media interview, let alone filming a video or doing a live stream. That was out of the question.
But things were different this time.
Cecelia Archer had made a do-or-die pledge in front of so many senior executives, and he certainly couldn’t let his wife be humiliated.
So, for the sake of Cecelia Archer’s sales figures, he agreed to President King’s proposal without hesitation.
"No problem. Tell the guys to get ready. They’re with me tonight."
President Vaughn was calling his colleagues from the tech department "the guys"! Everyone was instantly pumped.
Ryan went to deliver the news, and the marketing department sent a dedicated crew to film the video.
He was the company president, after all. And with the entire tech department making an appearance, it had to be a formal affair. Damien Vaughn told everyone to go home, change into professional attire, and he spruced himself up as well.
The video itself was fairly standard, but the moment it was uploaded, it caused a massive stir online.
"This is the president of the Vaughn Group? Oh my god, he’s so young!"
"He’s so handsome! If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was some celebrity!"
"My god. Are the Vaughn Group employees this blessed? No wonder everyone’s dying to work there. Getting to work with a president like that every day would add years to my life!"
"AHHHH, President Vaughn is killing me! That suit, that glance over his shoulder... it shot right through my heart!"
"That’s a tech team? That’s a team of male models! Help me up! I may be in my postpartum month, but I can still have his babies!"
"Why aren’t they live streaming now? I can’t wait!"
After filming, the team hurried to the marketing department to go over the live stream rules and draw up a plan. Before they knew it, the workday was over.
Damien Vaughn called Cecelia Archer. "Are you home yet?"
Cecelia Archer had finished work on time and was on her way home.
"I said I wouldn’t work late, and I’m not. You don’t need to chase me."
"I’m not rushing you. I just wanted to let you know I have to work late tonight. I’m doing a live stream with the tech department, so could you explain it to Candy for me?"
"What? You’re doing a live stream?"
"You can drop by the stream if you’re interested. But no pressure, of course. It’s my first time doing this, so I’m actually a little nervous."
Despite what he said, Cecelia Archer’s curiosity was instantly piqued.
’Damien Vaughn is doing a live stream? Since when is he so open-minded?’
’Or is he worried I won’t hit my sales target, so he’s stepping in personally?’
After dinner, Cecelia Archer and Candy were glued to their phone, waiting.
Candy was also full of anticipation for her dad’s live stream debut.
Finally, 8:00 PM arrived.
The moment the stream went live, tens of thousands of viewers flooded in, and the screen was instantly filled with comments.
"Where’s the team of male models? Bring them out! And can the host talk less? I want to see President Vaughn!"
"Can you turn off the beauty filter? I want to see if President Vaughn is really as handsome as he was in the video."
"Just stop talking and drop the product links. I don’t care what President Vaughn is selling, I’ll buy it. I have to support such a handsome president!"
The female host came on and spoke for over a minute, but she got flamed so badly by the viewers that she had to cut her intro short and quickly step aside.
"And now, let’s welcome our male models—oh, I mean, our tech team! Please give a round of applause for President Vaughn!"
As she finished speaking, Damien Vaughn walked in front of the camera, dressed in a black shirt and black trousers that gave him an austere, captivating air.
The chat immediately went even wilder.
"Oh my god. It’s really him! He looks exactly like he did in the video! How can a man this handsome exist in the world, and why am I only finding out now? I feel like I’ve been robbed!"
"I can’t... I’m going to faint. President Vaughn is just too handsome. How can such a perfect man exist?"
"AHHHH, has anyone noticed his hands? They’re literally the hands of my dreams. So long and elegant!"
"How tall is President Vaughn? I feel like he barely fits in the frame! Can you zoom out a little?"
Rockets, spaceships, carnivals, yachts—all kinds of virtual gifts flooded the screen.
In less than a minute since Damien Vaughn appeared, the number of viewers had surged past one million.
’Cecelia Archer hadn’t expected Damien Vaughn to have this much charisma. Over a million viewers were collectively fawning over him. Wouldn’t the products sell out tonight?’
Damien Vaughn briefly introduced himself and the company. Then the camera zoomed out, and the entire tech team stood beside him.
All dressed in matching black outfits with their hair slicked back, they were a sight to behold. The viewers went wild.
"So many husbands! I don’t even know which one to look at! With so many eligible bachelors in Veridia, why am I still single? It’s all the Vaughn Group’s fault! I want to marry them!"
"Even this perpetually single soul is smitten! Can I get their contact info? I want to marry them too!"
"I’m officially petitioning for President Vaughn to start his own social media account! I need to see him every day!"
"I think President Vaughn has abs! Did anyone see his stomach when he reached for that thing? Unbutton your shirt! Unbutton it! Let’s see the abs! Let’s see the abs!"
One person started it, and in an instant, the chat was flooded with tens of thousands of identical comments.
"Let’s see the abs! Let’s see the abs!"
The female host chimed in.
"Everyone, you can go ahead and click the links to purchase the products you want. We’ll get to the abs later, so please be patient, okay?"
"What’s there to talk about? Just drop the product links, and we’ll buy them, isn’t that enough? Hurry up and have President Vaughn show us his abs!"
"Exactly! What’s there to explain? Do you really think we’re here for the products?"
Seeing the viewers’ buying frenzy, Damien Vaughn felt compelled to step in.
"Please shop responsibly. If you need these products, feel free to check out the links. If not, please don’t just buy them on impulse. The order volume is surging, and we won’t be able to process them all at once. We don’t want to keep everyone waiting."
"We don’t care! Just make it a pre-order! I can wait a month, no problem. Now hurry up and take it off!"
"Yeah! We don’t mind a pre-order. Hurry up and take it off!"
Again, tens of thousands of identical comments flooded the screen. The female host was at her wit’s end and turned to confer with Damien Vaughn.
"President Vaughn, we can’t restock fast enough. Why don’t you pause the product presentation and give the viewers what they want? We should spoil our fans a little, right?"
"Now that’s what I like to hear! Well said, host! President Vaughn, hurry up and take it off!"
Of course, Damien Vaughn saw the words flooding the screen. He shook his head in resignation.
"Won’t this violate the platform’s rules? Everyone, please show some restraint. I’m just an ordinary person, there’s nothing special to see."
"That’s not for you to decide! Hurry up! Or we’ll give you a one-star review!"
"Yeah, what they said! Or it’s a one-star review! Hurry up!"
The host tried to persuade him again.
"President Vaughn, how about we just unbutton one button, or roll up your sleeves? We can satisfy everyone while staying within the platform’s rules."
Damien Vaughn shook his head, speechless. Unwilling to be the only one making a fool of himself, he called on the others to join him.
"Just this once, all right? If word gets out that the Vaughn Group is leading the charge with this kind of marketing, we’ll be the laughingstock of the industry. Come on, everyone, with me. Let’s roll up our sleeves."
Blushing, the men of the tech team all joined him, showing off their biceps. The viewers nearly blew up the chat.