Live: Singing "Tears of a Dancing Girl" Stuns the Naive Young Girl
[Live streaming + creative antics + daily check-in + comedy + absurdity + female streamer + female celebrity] Jiang Yun unexpectedly acquires a live streaming check-in system—simply by going live, he can receive daily rewards! To maximize his streaming hours and claim the system’s prizes, he decides to connect with other streamers on joint broadcasts. His first partner is the top streamer, Dull Cutie. Dull Cutie: What special talent do you have? Jiang Yun: I can sing. Dull Cutie: Then sing something for us. Jiang Yun: "One misstep, and your life goes astray; dancing by the sea to make a living. Dancers are people too—who do they tell of the pain in their hearts? Forced by life, every tear is swallowed in silence. Is this fate—destined to spend a lifetime drifting in the dust?" Dull Cutie: ?????? I don’t remember this song being this risqué!?????? ... [Congratulations, host! Check-in successful. Reward: ten million in shark fin!] [Congratulations, host! Check-in successful. Reward: a luxury mansion worth billions!] [Congratulations, host! Check-in successful. Reward: a private jet!] [Congratulations, host! Check-in successful. Reward: one hundred million in cash!]
Live: Singing "Tears of a Dancing Girl" Stuns the Naive Young Girl
"At last, the contract is finally over. I’ll never have to scrape together endless hours for such meager pay again," Jiang Yun sighed as he gazed at the somewhat haggard face staring back at him from the mirror.
He was a game streamer on SharkFight, and a fairly popular one at that. Every time he went live, there would be at least two or three thousand viewers in his stream. By all rights, someone with his audience shouldn’t be living in luxury, but he ought to be doing quite well for himself.
But reality was quite the opposite.
His monthly salary was pitifully low. Just this month, for example—his actual take-home pay was less than four thousand, worse than an average factory worker.
All this stemmed from the fact that last year, when he was just starting out, he’d been tricked into signing a contract with a guild. The terms were harsh. Each month, he was required to stream for at least 300 hours—ten hours a day, with no days off allowed! And after all that, he only got to keep ten percent of his gift income. There wasn’t even a base salary.
SharkFight took fifty percent, the guild forty. Jiang Yun had no complaints about the platform’s share; after all, he was making his living on their site, and it was standard for streaming platforms to take half. But why should the guild get forty percent?
If the guild had helped promote him, building up his audience, Jiang Yun might have accepted it. But they hadn’t. From start to finish, he was on his own. The only contact he'd ever had with the guild was the person who’d tricked
