Seeing Lin Xihang’s expectant gaze, Zhao Yan waved her hand and said, “I’m sorry, Boss Lin, but I still have to draw talismans and edit videos tonight, so I really don’t have time.”
This was the rising period of her career; why talk about love when focusing on business was the way to go.
“Haha, alright!” Lin Xihang chuckled, his smile turning into a wry one.
“Then I’ll be going back. Bye, Boss Lin,” Zhao Yan said, walking to her electric scooter and asking Wu Jiaxin to get on so they could leave.
“Okay, goodbye, Master Zhao,” Lin Xihang waved.
Watching Zhao Yan ride away, he sighed softly.
“Boss, I didn’t expect you to be rejected too,” his assistant next to him exclaimed.
Lin Xihang rubbed his temples. “I’ve been rejected more than once.”
“Are Wang Yang and his filming assistant awake yet?”
“They’re awake, but his mental state has become unstable. He needs to see a psychologist.”
Zhao Yan found a secluded spot and released the ghosts from the soul bottle, allowing them to be transcended.
These ghosts were deeply grateful to Zhao Yan.
“Jiaxin, how much was that cemetery you were looking at before?” Zhao Yan asked.
“88,800 yuan,” Wu Jiaxin replied.
“Okay, tomorrow I’ll pick up your sister and have her interred,” Zhao Yan said.
“It’s too expensive, Sister Zhao. The shop is spending a lot of money right now,” Wu Jiaxin waved her hand.
“You never actually brought your sister out of the funeral home, did you? It’s not a solution to keep her there.”
Wu Jiaxin was stunned. “Sister Zhao, how did you know?”
She had never told Zhao Yan about this.
Zhao Yan explained, “When you went to your hometown, I held you, and I could gauge the weight of the urn. It was an empty box.”
“You went to your hometown not to bury your sister, but to borrow money from relatives.”
“I didn’t have the money before, so it was difficult to bring this up. Now that I have money, we’ll do it this way. As the saying goes, the deceased should be respectfully laid to rest.”
Wu Jiaxin was touched that Zhao Yan had thought so much for her, her eyes welling up.
“Sister Zhao, you’re too kind. You’re the best boss,” Wu Jiaxin sobbed, hugging Zhao Yan tightly.
“Don’t cry. I’m advancing it to you. I won’t be paying you a salary for the next six months.”
“Alright, alright, you’re hugging me too tightly!”
After some time, Wu Jiaxin’s emotions stabilized.
They rode the electric scooter back to the shop.
Even after paying 88,800 yuan for Wu Jiaxin, she still had about 30,000 yuan left.
“By the way, how much was the revenue from this livestream?” Zhao Yan asked upon arriving at the shop.
“After the split, we can withdraw 22,276 yuan,” Wu Jiaxin said.
Zhao Yan chuckled. This was truly satisfying.
“Most importantly, our followers have increased to seventy thousand, and it’s still growing. It’s estimated to reach around one hundred thousand,” Wu Jiaxin added.
“Wow, a hundred thousand followers. That’s great!” Zhao Yan was delighted and felt motivated.
One livestream wouldn’t make her a top streamer with tens of millions of viewers; that was clearly not realistic data.
As for why the split of donations was only over twenty thousand, it seemed reasonable.
She hadn’t joined a livestreaming guild, and without a guild owner showering her with gifts, her viewers were ordinary netizens. Even a rare 500-yuan rocket gift was uncommon.
It was impossible to compare to others who earned millions in a single livestream. She was still a complete newcomer.
“Alright, you rest. I’ll draw a few more talismans,” Zhao Yan said to Wu Jiaxin.
“I’ll stay with you, Sister Zhao. I’ll edit the videos and send them out. By the way, Sister Zhao, when we reach a hundred thousand followers, should we give out a hundred thousand follower reward?”
“Other streamers give out rewards when they reach certain follower milestones.”
“What do you think we should give?” Zhao Yan asked.
Wu Jiaxin picked up her phone. “I asked netizens what they wanted as a reward before. Let me check.”
After looking, Wu Jiaxin let out a dry chuckle.
“One netizen said they wanted your worn stockings, Sister Zhao. That comment got over three thousand likes.”
“Damn, these netizens are truly perverted!”
The next morning, Zhao Yan accompanied Wu Jiaxin to the funeral home to collect her sister’s ashes.
The 88,800 yuan cemetery plot was indeed good, a place with good feng shui.
It also settled a major concern for Wu Jiaxin.
For the next few days, Zhao Yan focused on replying to fan messages.
The milestone of one hundred thousand followers had been achieved.
Giving away stockings was not feasible, so Zhao Yan decided to do a livestream and select a lucky viewer to offer free fortune-telling and divination services.
This would allow the lucky fan to feel at ease and satisfied.
“Sister Zhao, it’s ready,” Wu Jiaxin said, pointing the camera at Zhao Yan and starting the livestream.
Before this, Zhao Yan had already posted a livestream preview.
As soon as the livestream room opened, many netizens began to enter.
“The number of online viewers has reached over nine hundred,” Wu Jiaxin reported.
After more than an hour, the viewership reached around two thousand.
“Okay, the atmosphere is getting livelier. Thank you all for your support, which has allowed me to reach a hundred thousand followers. To express my gratitude, I will select one lucky viewer from among you.”
“We will connect via voice call to interact with them.”
“Alright, I’m now starting the bullet comment lottery. Everyone just needs to send ‘Congratulations on reaching one hundred thousand followers,’ and you might be chosen. The duration is five minutes,” Zhao Yan announced.
She began setting up the lottery. The bullet comments in the livestream room were all congratulatory messages.
When the five minutes were up, Zhao Yan looked and said, “Okay, let’s see who this lucky fan is.”
“Congratulations to the netizen named ‘I am Mashed Potato Mud’.”
Zhao Yan operated the system, and the connection was successful.
She had expected Mashed Potato Mud to be a girl, but it turned out to be a robust man, a stark contrast to his name.
“Hello, Master. I am Mashed Potato Mud.”
Zhao Yan replied, “Hello.”
The man straightened his body and held the camera to his face. “Master, what do you think of my face? Is it handsome enough?”
He didn’t intend to have Zhao Yan read his fortune; he just came to join the fun and tease the streamer.
When he saw Zhao Yan’s brows furrowed and her expression becoming increasingly serious, his initial intention to tease instantly dissipated. He now felt a bit uneasy.
It was like visiting an old Chinese doctor for a pulse diagnosis; one wasn’t afraid if the doctor smiled, but was worried if the doctor’s brow was furrowed.
“You have a hanging line on your forehead. Looking at the number of hanging lines on your nose bridge, you should have been married twice.”
“Your marriages were not very happy, as you encountered infidelity from your wives both times. This time, your peach blossom lines have deviated. You’re about to get engaged, aren’t you?”
The man exclaimed in surprise, “Oh my, Master, you’re truly amazing! Yes, my previous two wives did cheat on me.”
“Master, do you think this wife of mine will cheat?”
Zhao Yan said sternly, “It’s better not to get engaged. Cut your losses quickly! Your peach blossom lines show a reverse fork. You’re not looking for a wife, you’re looking for a husband!”