Rahul hung up the phone and immediately sent a raw 4K clip of Wannida's beach run to Mr. Sharma's email.
Of course, Rahul also uploaded the entire day's raw footage to the cloud drive for Kabir.
Next, Rahul created a small WhatsApp group and added both Mr. Sharma and Kabir. After just a few minutes, Rahul initiated a group video call.
Kabir picked up instantly, and a howl like a dying wolf came blasting through the phone speaker.
"Holy crap, Bhai! You are truly a legend for all Indian men!"
"How do you keep meeting such drop-dead gorgeous girls everywhere you go?!"
"In Bangkok, you were accompanied by a billionaire Ice Queen, and the moment you arrived in Pattaya, you hooked up with a pure, angelic idol!"
"Rahul, do you know how absolutely miserable I feel sitting in my dark bedroom staring at a computer screen while you live like a king?"
"If it really comes down to it, Bhai, let me fly out and just hold the camera for you! At least let me have some sense of participation in this glorious life!"
Rahul looked at Kabir's comically dejected expression in the video frame, suppressed a laugh, and joked: "It's not that I won't fly you out, bro, it's just that Thailand is too dangerous for you."
"I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid of danger!" Kabir vowed solemnly, raising his right hand. "As the saying goes, if I don't enter the fire, who will? I just want to carry your camera bags, Godfather!"
At that exact moment, Mr. Sharma joined the video call.
His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were bulging out, but he wasn't looking at his webcam. Rahul could tell from his expression that he was staring at his secondary monitor, completely in a state of shock.
"Mr. Sharma? Sir?"
Rahul called out twice before Mr. Sharma finally snapped out of it and looked at his phone screen.
"Rahul! Are you absolutely sure this girl is from Thailand?"
"This is way too pure! She is too sweet!"
"How come all I saw when I went to Thailand on corporate retreats were sketchy scammers and cheap bars?"
"Rahul, tell me the truth... is this really a girl, and not one of those famous ladyboys?"
Hearing this, Rahul sighed somewhat helplessly. "Sir, she's a real, biological girl."
"Her name is Wannida. She's a brand-new pop idol currently being aggressively promoted by SGE Entertainment in Thailand. They desperately want to break into the Indian market to increase her global reach."
"As the owner of a professional media and marketing agency, what do you think? Does an image like hers have development prospects in India?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Sharma immediately slammed his palm on his desk.
"Yes! A million times yes!"
"Rahul, this girl named Wannida is just too incredibly pure-looking!"
"No, 'pure' isn't the right word. It's more like 'untainted'!"
"That raw video you sent me literally reminded me of my high school first love, of my youth filled with beautiful pain!"
A slightly chubby, balding middle-aged man with a deeply nostalgic expression telling you about his 'painful youth'—this scene was an absolute eyesore no matter how you looked at it.
Rahul got goosebumps all over and quickly stopped Mr. Sharma from reminiscing about his past romances.
"Sir, please calm down. Let's talk about the business cooperation."
Mr. Sharma smiled awkwardly and cleared his throat. "Haha, sorry, I lost my composure."
"But you can tell from my visceral reaction just how lethal this girl's appeal is. If an idol like this is introduced to the Indian domestic market with the right marketing push, she will definitely be a massive hit! The guys here will go crazy for her."
"Rahul, how do you want to structure this cooperation? I absolutely support you!"
Rahul thought for a moment. Having worked under Mr. Sharma for years, he knew exactly what kind of person he was. Aside from being a bit sleazy and entirely profit-driven, he was a shrewd, highly capable businessman who knew the Indian digital landscape inside and out.
Rahul laid it out straightforwardly:
"I want to partner with you to establish an entirely new Media & Talent Management company in Mumbai. We'll use managing Wannida's Indian debut to build the company's reputation and cash flow!"
"Later, once we're established, we can sign other international talents and turn them into super-influencers step-by-step. We can expand into music distribution, YouTube web series, and eventually film production."
"Of course, regarding the exact equity splits, we can sit down with lawyers and discuss them slowly after I return to Mumbai."
Hearing Rahul's pitch, Mr. Sharma didn't even have to think too hard. He made the decision right there on the video call.
"Rahul, what you've outlined has massive development prospects; I have absolute confidence in this."
"We'll do exactly as you said!"
"How about this: we'll talk in detail when you return. I, as your former boss and older brother, will definitely not let you lose out."
"I have plenty of liquid capital on my end to fund the initial startup costs. The most important thing is the content output, which you clearly have mastered."
"When the new company is established, your contribution will be counted as technical shares and sweat equity. We'll make you a majority partner. How does that sound?"
Rahul immediately felt that Mr. Sharma was being incredibly generous—perhaps a bit too generous. However, everything would have to be finalized in a face-to-face meeting with legal counsel back home.
"Alright, Mr. Sharma. Sounds good. But when I get back, I'll also need to trouble you with something else."
"Go ahead, speak!"
Rahul smoothly told Mr. Sharma about Divya's aggressive plan to open an Indian branch of her luxury streetwear company, Santiya. He also mentioned the 50/50 live-stream sales agreement.
Mr. Sharma practically drooled over the phone. He told Rahul that everything was perfectly aligned. Opening the physical company, acquiring the import licenses, setting up the digital storefronts, and managing the live-stream sales logistics—he would help establish the infrastructure for all of it.
It truly lived up to the saying: When immense wealth comes knocking, you open the damn door.
After the two chatted business for a while, Mr. Sharma noticed Kabir—who had been quietly working in his Premiere Pro window—and asked Rahul:
"Rahul, who is this young guy on the call?"
"He's my best friend, Kabir, and also my dedicated Head of Production," Rahul explained smoothly. "All my viral videos from Thailand were edited entirely by him."
Hearing his name, Kabir turned to look at his webcam and politely greeted Mr. Sharma. "Namaste, sir."
"This brother is solid!" Mr. Sharma praised. "When we officially incorporate the new media company, have him come work for us full-time in the new office. We'll make him a Creative Director!"
Kabir became visibly excited immediately upon hearing this. "Sir, Rahul Bhai... is this for real?"
Mr. Sharma let out a loud, booming laugh. "Of course it's real! Rahul's good buddy is my good buddy. Between business partners, we don't tell lies."
"You're currently editing Wannida's video, right? Edit it well. Send me the final cut on WhatsApp to review; I really like this sweet girl's vibe!"
Kabir suppressed his inner excitement and glanced at Rahul's video feed.
Rahul knew exactly what Kabir was thinking; his best friend was meticulous but insecure about corporate promises after his last tech job laid him off so brutally. Rahul immediately gave Kabir some reassurance.
"Don't worry, Kabir. Mr. Sharma is a man of his word."
"I promised you that as long as I have a plate to eat from, you won't ever go hungry."
Kabir's expression became deeply serious and grateful. "Bhai, Mr. Sharma... I won't say anything else. I will definitely work my absolute hardest!"
"I'm muting myself now, I have to get this vlog edited as soon as possible."
"By the way, Bhai, the final cut of your subsequent videos with Divya in Bangkok have been edited and uploaded to your drive."
Rahul responded with a thumbs-up, exchanged a few more pleasantries with Mr. Sharma, and then ended the group video call.
Opening the video file sent by Kabir, Rahul reviewed it once to ensure it met community guidelines, and then hit 'Publish' to his YouTube and Instagram accounts.
Over the last few days, Rahul's YouTube subscriber count had breached 980,000 through organic algorithmic growth—he was just one step away from the coveted 1 Million subscriber plaque. His Instagram follower count had also rocketed past 790,000.
The goal of becoming a top-tier global influencer was just one viral video away!
As soon as the video went live, his hungry fanbase immediately clicked to watch.
The number of likes and comments soared instantaneously. Kabir had put a massive amount of thought into this particular edit. It wasn't just a vlog; it was edited like a high-budget, romantic micro-movie.
Especially the scene where Rahul and Divya were sitting on the traditional long-tail boat on the Chao Phraya River, the wind blowing her hair as they suddenly saw the towering, golden Great Buddha of Wat Paknam. The live chat was instantly filled with comments like "Jai Shri Ram" and "Receiving good luck!" floating by.
When the fans saw the final sequence—Rahul looking sharp in a designer suit, and Divya wearing her breathtaking backless evening gown, appearing at the 3-star Michelin restaurant on the rooftop of a Bangkok skyscraper—the female fans went absolutely wild.
"Oh my god, I want to dress up beautifully and have dinner with a handsome guy like Rahul under a skyline like that!"
"This is literally the most romantic thing I've ever seen on YouTube!"
"Divya's aura is unmatched! They look like royalty!"
Seeing these overwhelmingly positive comments, a confident smile appeared on the corner of Rahul's mouth.
If you think that was romantic, he thought to himself, just wait until you see the next video. I'll show you all what true, unfiltered romance looks like.