Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Zhao Xuan immediately understood, relieved, and continued to explain to Jiang Siming.

"Although the duration is longer, you should know, it’s your first live stream. We’re offering you an S-level contract, the risk is enormous. We need some peace of mind, right?"

Jiang Siming wasn’t buying into that. He wasn’t the kind of easily swayed person who would fall for flattery.

With his extensive work experience, he handled such situations effortlessly.

"I know it’s my first time live streaming, lacking experience. But that shouldn’t be used as leverage in negotiations, or else you wouldn’t have offered me an S-level contract, right?"

"My value, for your company, surely after careful consideration, is greater than the lack of my live streaming experience, wouldn’t you agree?"

After a brief silence, Zhao Xuan nodded in agreement.

Jiang Siming smiled and continued, "If that’s not a hindrance, there’s no talk of the risks you mentioned. Betting my entire career and youth for ten years, I find that inhumane, considering the high regard your platform has for me. Let’s sign the contract year by year instead of a ten-year term, changing the S-level to A-level."

Zhao Xuan was surprised. It was the first time she heard a streamer voluntarily lowering their contract terms.

"Your company has been generous to me, and I’m not ungrateful. You give a peach, and I return a plum. I disagree with a ten-year contract. There needs to be some compromise; I can’t just take everything, right?"

Jiang Siming’s calm and breezy smile increased Zhao Xuan’s admiration for him.

He wasn’t what she expected—a person who voluntarily adjusted their contract terms for their freedom.

Not only was he wise and free-spirited, but he also had immense self-control and tremendous confidence in his future.

If he didn’t have such confidence in his future, why would he let go of such a lucrative ten-year contract?

Even if Jiang Siming didn’t meet their expectations or saw a decline in popularity during the ten-year contract, the platform would still guarantee a minimum of ten million per year. But Jiang Siming declined, which really surprised Zhao Xuan.

"Alright, I agree."

After pondering, Zhao Xuan nodded in agreement.

"However, the contract must stipulate that once it expires, under the premise that our platform hasn’t treated you unfairly, we have the priority to renew the contract."

Jiang Siming readily agreed to this.

"I’m someone who values emotions. If the platform treats me well, I’m willing to stay."

"That’s great. Looking forward to our cooperation."

Zhao Xuan smiled, shaking hands with Jiang Siming again.

The contract was quickly arranged, both parties signed and sealed it.

From today onwards, Jiang Siming became a ’glorious’ streamer!

"The signing fee for the A-level contract is five million, split into three payments, the first being two million, to be transferred to your account by tomorrow at the latest."

"As for the official live streaming time, shall we set it for the day after tomorrow? The platform will give you maximum publicity these two days."

Jiang Siming agreed to all the terms without objection.

At that moment, the waiter brought their dishes. The two of them, after concluding business, enjoyed their meal happily.

Having had Japanese cuisine several times before, Jiang Siming didn’t make a fool of himself like a country bumpkin.

After a pleasant meal, Jiang Siming and Zhao Xuan bid farewell to each other.

Before leaving, they exchanged WeChat contacts.

Watching Zhao Xuan drive away in her Mercedes-Benz GL, Jiang Siming lowered his head and looked at the photo of Zhao Xuan on his phone. The picture seemed like an intimate photo of a mother and daughter. The girl looked about eleven or twelve, and the woman next to her was Zhao Xuan.

Her moments on WeChat were all about the daily life with the little girl, with captions like "What my daughter did today" and "Happy birthday," portraying a genuine mother-daughter relationship.

Jiang Siming was surprised that Zhao Xuan was already a mother, and her child was this old. Looking at Zhao Xuan, who was at most in her early thirties, he wondered how her child could be so big. Was it an early marriage?

Moreover, the daughter didn’t seem to resemble Zhao Xuan.

Shrugging off the confusion, Jiang Siming decided not to dwell on other people’s family matters. It wasn’t his business.

Having come to Xujiahui, Jiang Siming planned to purchase a new computer and streaming equipment.

The day before, Dumb Little Sister had briefed him on the hardware needed for streaming, and they were still discussing it.

"Brother Ming, are you in Xujiahui now?" Dumb Little Sister didn’t know where Jiang Siming was negotiating the contract, only that he was in Shanghai, living in Hongqiao, far from her.

"Yeah, planning to buy equipment in Xujiahui. Are you there too?"

"No, no, I’m at home, quite far from Xujiahui."

On the other end of the call, Dumb Little Sister, nervously waiting for Erqian to try on clothes in a clothing store in Xujiahui, was afraid Jiang Siming would invite her to meet up. She wasn’t prepared at all. Today, she barely wore any makeup, just accompanying Erqian to buy two pieces of clothing. She didn’t reach her peak appearance.

If she was going to meet him, she had to show him her most beautiful side.

The anxious Dumb Little Sister even turned around to glance, as if afraid Jiang Siming was nearby. She hadn’t considered that she had never met Jiang Siming and wouldn’t recognize him, even if he were present.

"Well, I’ll be busy now. Let’s talk later." Jiang Siming, oblivious to her anxiety, said and walked toward the computer store.

Xujiahui had a dedicated digital floor, filled with high-end electronic products that the average person might find intimidating.

Jiang Siming initially didn’t want to buy anything too fancy, but Dumb Little Sister told him that streaming and gaming together would put a heavy load on the computer. A subpar computer would not only lag but also greatly reduce the streaming frame rate, causing issues like blurry live stream visuals. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Helplessly, Jiang Siming had to choose a high-quality option.

Signing fees are about to come in, and Jiang Siming wouldn’t be unwilling to spend that bit of money.

He was still hesitating about which store to go to when his WeChat buzzed again.

"Brother Ming, there’s a shop called ’Express’ in the Xujiahui electronics market. Everything there is genuine, and the owner is honest, but it’s a bit pricey. If you’re not sure where to buy, you can check it out there. I got all my equipment from that store."

"Alright, I’ll head there now to take a look," Jiang Siming agreed.

Meanwhile, in a clothing store, Dumb Little Sister was excited and hurriedly knocked on the fitting room where Erqian was trying on clothes.

"Erqian, hurry up! It’s urgent!"

"What’s up, Dumb Dumb? I haven’t finished trying these on," Erqian asked from inside.

"Brother Ming is buying a computer in Xujiahui. Let’s go see him!"

This idea in Dumb Dumb’s mind was impossible to contain.

"Huh? Are you both rushing there right now?" Erqian was shocked.

Dumb Dumb scoffed at her and said, "What are you thinking? I didn’t even bother dressing up properly today. I don’t want Brother Ming to see me like this."

"Then why are you going?"

"We’ll go sneak a peek at him. Just make sure he doesn’t spot us."

"Are you sure? What if he’s not good-looking? I’ve heard guys with nice voices tend to have a ’casual’ appearance. What if he’s a sloppy middle-aged man with a beer belly?" Erqian warned.

"Really?"