My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 20

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Sure enough, after he talked about the later plan, there was a cheer on the barrage. It could be seen that everyone was a little embarrassed to mention this matter before.

After all, Jiang Yiqing didn’t want any compensation and sang for them for free. How could they ask him to adjust the livestream time? Besides, many streamers had their own schedules.

"That's all for today." Jiang Yiqing said and then went off the air. Then he opened the private message in the background, and saw Mr. Period in a sea of unread messages.

Well, it wasn’t that the name stood out to him in a good way—it was just that, among all the flashy and elaborate nicknames, Mr. Period was so simple that it became impossible to ignore.

Jiang Yiqing smiled inexplicably, clicked on the private message, first thanked the other person for the gift, and then said that the half he received could be returned.

After all, this was a lot of money. Although Jiang Yiqing needed it, it was too hot to handle. However, he couldn’t do anything about the half that was deducted by the platform.

iang Yiqing originally thought it would take a while for the other person to reply. After all, based on the few remarks in the livestream, the other person seemed to be very busy. Unexpectedly, the other person replied not long after he sent the message.

. : "No need to return, thank you fee."

Well, since the other person said so, there was no need for him to refuse, and he expressed his gratitude to the other person generously.

After sending it, he silently waited for the other person's next words. Jiang Yiqing had a hunch that the other person specifically looked for him, and it should not be as simple as expressing gratitude.

There may be something else.

Sure enough, after a moment, the other person expressed the purpose of chatting with him privately.

After Jiang Yiqing read the above content clearly, he didn't react for a long time.

The other person asked him to sing for him every night? And the compensation, wait... 5 million a month?!

Jiang Yiqing stared at the numbers on the screen, momentarily at a loss for words. He seriously suspected that the other party had made a mistake—maybe added a few extra zeros by accident?

Hmm... should he tactfully remind them?

Meanwhile, on the other side, Wen Xiuyan, who had specifically set aside time to discuss this with Jiang Yiqing, waited for a while. Seeing no response from Jiang Yiqing, he began to wonder—had he offered too little?

Before this, Wen Xiuyan had actually been conducting various psychological interventions, but they had never worked, so he stopped directly.

The remuneration given to the other party was also determined based on the cost of the previous psychological interventions.

Thinking about giving him the same remuneration as before, it was indeed a bit too little. After all, compared to those psychologists who spent hours doing useless work, it was obvious that the other party was much more useful by singing a song.

It was indeed a bit too little, and it should be increased.

Just when Wen Xiuyan was about to increase the remuneration, the other party replied.

Metaphysical Fortune Telling: "This is too much."

Wen Xiuyan was a little stunned when he heard this, and obviously didn't expect the other party to think it was too much.

. : "Not much."

When Jiang Yiqing saw this casual reply, tears almost flowed from the corners of his mouth. He was so rich, but it was a pity that it was not his.

Although Jiang Yiqing was very tempted, he still hardened his heart and reminded the other party, "I will also sing in the livestream later."

So there was really no need to spend so much extra money. Jiang Yiqing felt sorry for the other party.

As for not being able to make this money, it was okay. The other party had already given him gifts, which was a lot.

After he sent it, he didn’t expect the other party to still insist on paying him, and said that he was busy at work and couldn’t match the time of the livestream.

When Jiang Yiqing saw this, he slapped his head and understood that rich people like customized services.

It seemed that he deserved to make this money.

Jiang Yiqing thought with regret, and smiled unconsciously on his face, "Okay, but five million a month is too much, fifty thousand."

Jiang Yiqing was so efficient in coaxing people to sleep. It only took a few minutes a day, and fifty thousand was quite a lot.

. : "Five hundred thousand a month."

Jiang Yiqing thought that this might be the first time he met a rich person. It turned out that rich people bargained for more. He learned a lot.

In this case, Jiang Yiqing did not hesitate and simply agreed.

He thought it was a verbal agreement, but he didn't expect the other party to say that the contract would be delivered to him tomorrow.

It was good to be more formal, although Jiang Yiqing didn't think that this Mr. Period who bargained in the opposite direction would deduct his remuneration.

Next, the other party sent a string of numbers.

. : "My WeChat account, is it convenient to add?"

Metaphysical Fortune Telling: "It's convenient, I added it."

Wen Xiuyan exited the private message and opened WeChat to see the red dot. He clicked it and the other party's avatar was a cat with its belly turned up.

Wen Xiuyan took a closer look and clicked to accept.

Jiang Yiqing took the initiative to introduce himself: "My name is Jiang Yiqing."

Wen Xiuyan also replied: "Wen Xiuyan."

Jiang Yiqing touched his chin. The name was quite nice.

Wen Xiuyan: "Sorry, I forgot to mention that I sometimes work late. If it's past 11 o'clock, it's considered overtime."

Jiang Yiqing was embarrassed. The other party had already given him enough. He would feel guilty if he took more.

So he immediately said: "Let's go to 12:30. I usually don't go to bed that early."

Wen Xiuyan smiled: "Okay."

It was normal for young people to stay up late.

After agreeing with Wen Xiuyan, Jiang Yiqing had lunch and took a bus to visit the temple of the ancestor.

On the way, he looked at the prohibition he set, but it was not triggered, which surprised him a little.

It shouldn't be, that pig spirit was so quiet? Jiang Yiqing raised his eyebrows slightly.

When he arrived at the temple gate, Jiang Yiqing found that the broken door of the temple was still closed. He pushed the door open and raised a cloud of dust.

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