Chapter 112: President Jiang, the Calendar I Gave You

Back when Jiang Yun first surged to the top of Douyin’s trending list, Daixiaomei and others had already suggested collaborating to boost their follower counts together. It wasn’t just them—some other streamers from their guild were involved too. But Jiang Yun only agreed to occasional interactions with Daixiaomei and her group, clearly stating he wasn’t willing to engage with unfamiliar streamers. As a result, few streamers sought to interact with Jiang Yun afterward.

Moreover, Jiang Yun’s livestream content rarely overlapped with most other streamers, so there was little incentive for anyone to reach out and build connections with him. However, last night, Daixiaomei casually revealed during her stream that Jiang Yun was a shareholder of DouSha. This revelation stirred quite a commotion among the streamers.

Setting aside those planning to leave DouSha, the rest who intended to stay effectively became half employees under Jiang Yun’s influence. A few words from Jiang Yun could drastically shift the resources the platform allocated to them. Could they resist reaching out to Jiang Yun? Absolutely not!

Even the minority who believed Jiang Yun wouldn’t involve himself in DouSha’s operations felt compelled to approach him. After all, if everyone else was cozying up to him and you weren’t, wouldn’t that feel like a slight? What if Jiang Yun was petty and thought you didn’t respect him by not showing up? Could they then focus on streaming peacefully?

Under this pressure, even those doubting Jiang Yun’s operational role had to proactively contact him and flatter him. The reality was harsh: if you didn’t compete, others might easily edge you out. Gazing at over ninety-nine pending friend requests and several messages from unfamiliar streamers, Jiang Yun pressed his lips together.

“No wonder everyone wants to make money and climb higher,” he muttered to himself.

This feeling of being sought after by so many was undeniably pleasant. Unlike interactions with fans, the messages from these streamers were tinged with humility, instinctively making Jiang Yun feel superior—an intoxicating sensation. Fortunately, he quickly dispelled this vanity, fully aware that he had no intention of involving himself in DouSha’s management.

He wouldn’t exploit his shareholder status for personal gain. Terminating Daixiaomei’s contract was his first and probably last use of that identity. Having vented his frustrations, he no longer wished to deal with DouSha’s messy affairs. Once numbed by the relentless grind at the bottom, he now only wanted to live as a wealthy man, casually enjoying life, anticipating system rewards, and savoring his simple days.

With that thought, Jiang Yun freshened up, cooked himself a bowl of noodles, and settled in front of his computer. As he ate, he launched his livestream—not with the usual flood of apologies, but with a different kind of message scrolling across the screen:

“Good morning, Boss Jiang!!!”

“Good morning, Boss Jiang!!!”

“How did I get so lucky to have DouSha’s second largest individual shareholder entertaining us daily!”

“Boss Jiang, about me working as a security guard at DouSha headquarters...”

“Boss Jiang, remember the calendar I gave you?”

“.......”

Seeing “Boss Jiang” flood the chat, Jiang Yun twitched the corner of his mouth. Swallowing his noodles, he said wryly, “Don’t keep calling me Boss Jiang. If you really want to show respect, just call me ‘Dad’! And you—the one who gave me the calendar—don’t worry, I’m not petty. I’ll put you in the cleaning crew to mop the men’s bathroom.”

The viewers in the chat responded playfully.

“Boss Jiang, what about the TV I sent you?”

“Is that Yuan Hua up there? Still as handsome as ever!”

“Boss Jiang, remember the radio I gave you that winter?”

“Zhang Yang! Boss Jiang won’t forget you either—back to cleaning duty! You’re on the women’s bathroom shift!”

“.......”

Amid the banter, Jiang Yun finished his breakfast and addressed the viewers. “Today I’ll get back to some co-streaming, but I can’t promise how many. If you’re busy, you can co-stream twice; if not, just come fight me in PK to warm up. My hand’s sore, so no outdoor streaming today.”

Originally, Jiang Yun planned to do random challenges for a while, but after yesterday’s arrest operation, his arm was still sore. Being handcuffed at that angle made his shoulder ache badly, and the wound on his arm, which had been starting to scab, reopened during the police incident, causing discomfort.

At the news of Jiang Yun’s return to co-streaming, many viewers lit up.

“Whoa, you missed us after just one day outdoors?”

“Don’t worry, Yunzi, I’m heading to the Fruit Bag now. I won’t let you lose in PK!”

“Yunzi, wait for me! I’m logging in soon!”

“Damn, why isn’t the boys’ university letting Fruit Bag join? I’m super strong!”

“Boys’ university? I don’t think you ever planned to repay!”

“.......”

Watching the playful teasing, Jiang Yun activated the co-stream function. Perhaps because he hadn’t co-streamed in a day, the number of requests instantly soared past ten thousand. Jiang Yun didn’t bother filtering much and randomly approved one.

“Hey, Yunzi, can you hear me?” came a slightly nasal female voice through his headset.

“Yes, little sister, but don’t speak with that twang, or I’ll have to talk to you like that too~” Jiang Yun replied, matching her tone.

“No, Yunzi, I’m from Chengdu. You should understand—when we speak Mandarin, we tend to over-enunciate to be clear. It sounds a bit nasal, but it’s not intentional,” the girl quickly explained.

“Oh, I see. That makes sense,” Jiang Yun nodded.

In fact, it wasn’t just Chengdu—most people from Sichuan and Chongqing spoke this way because they struggled to distinguish certain consonants and nasal sounds, so they deliberately enunciated more when speaking Mandarin. It sounded clipped, but only locals knew it wasn’t deliberate—except when speaking Sichuanese Mandarin.

“Little sister, what do you plan to do on co-stream?”

“I’m not planning any antics. I just want to turn on my camera to show the viewers the new dress my boyfriend bought me. Is that okay?”

“Oh?” Jiang Yun raised an eyebrow. “That won’t violate any rules, right?”

“Don’t worry, Yunzi. It’s a perfectly normal dress.”

“Then I’m not watching. My stream is full of old perverts; I definitely won’t show them something normal!”

The female fan: ……

Live streamer liking: A song called ‘Dance Girl’s Tears,’ stunning Daixiaomei—please remember to follow: () Live: ‘Dance Girl’s Tears,’ stunning Daixiaomei.