My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 81

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At some point, the designer ghost had floated over with a smug grin, looking every bit like a real-life penny-pinching landlord. "Haha, see? This is all part of how I cut costs!"

Jiang Yiqing: "..."

The designer ghost kept going, proudly explaining how he operated like a cheapskate boss: "Look, humans definitely need helmets, yeah? But these are ghosts. They're already dead. It's not like a falling brick can kill them again."

Jiang Yiqing smacked his forehead, paused for a second, then finally said, "But... I heard that ghost say his head got smashed flat and now he has to buy beauty water from Granny Meng."

Beauty water, as the name suggested, could reshape any part of the body into any form once drunk—but it required serious skill to use. If your technique was off, you might end up looking worse than before. Think Picasso nightmare levels.

That's why a new job had recently popped up in the underworld: face-sculptor. Rumor had it that the top ghost in the field used to design dolls when she was alive. Talk about a perfect fit.

Anyway, the designer ghost, living up to his "cheapskate" label, just waved it off like it was no big deal. "No worries. There are plenty of bored ghosts floating around down here. Jobs like this? Tons of ghosts willing to take them."

Jiang Yiqing: "..."

Typical Qing Dynasty mindset. This old ghost still thought like he was living centuries ago—completely out of touch with the working-class dead.

Jiang Yiqing frowned. Yeah, he was broke, but that didn't mean he was okay with exploiting labor like that.

He said, "Later, make a list of all the ghosts who got hurt recently and give them some compensation. And I'll go to the paper offerings shop to order a batch of helmets."

Honestly, paper helmets didn't cost much anyway, and he needed to go there soon to get that custom laptop made for Qiao Chun.

The designer ghost looked totally confused by Jiang Yiqing's decision. He opened his mouth to say something, but then Jiang Yiqing shot him a sharp look, "And don't come up with any more of those genius cost-cutting ideas. They're already getting paid in hell currency—it's not like it costs much."

Seeing how serious Jiang Yiqing looked, the designer ghost swallowed his complaints and just nodded obediently.

After glancing around the site and not spotting anything else wrong, Jiang Yiqing finally headed out.

Now that his bank balance couldn't even support a fancy dinner, Jiang Yiqing had to face the facts: there was no way he could afford to take Wen Xiuyan somewhere high-end.

And he wasn't about to fake it for the sake of appearances either.

So the question was: How do you treat someone to dinner without spending a ton, but also without making it look like you're skimping?

Just thinking about it made Jiang Yiqing feel deeply, deeply pitiful.

Still, he came up with a solution—he'd cook at home.

For once, he had to thank the old man. If not for all those years of training under his nagging mentorship, he'd be totally screwed right now.

At least he didn't have to worry about not knowing how to cook.

Of course, this also meant he needed to break the bad news to Wen Xiuyan: the "fancy dinner" had been downgraded to "home-cooked meal."

That thought made Jiang Yiqing wince a little. He had made such a big deal earlier, all confident and full of bravado... only to get slapped in the face by reality.

Ouch. That stings. QVQ

Jiang Yiqing let out a deep sigh, sucked it up, and messaged Wen Xiuyan to explain the situation. Then he immediately locked his phone, stood up, and marched over to the pig demon who was mopping the floor—and gave its piggy head a big ol' stress-squeeze.

The pig spirit: "???"

It didn't dare say a word. Just mentally cursed Jiang Yiqing out for being totally unhinged.

His phone buzzed.

Jiang Yiqing exhaled slowly, took a moment to mentally prepare himself, and finally picked up the phone.

Wen Xiuyan hadn't shown even a hint of disappointment. Instead, he said: "Great. I haven't had a proper home-cooked meal in a long time. Being able to taste Yiqing's cooking is an honor."

Jiang Yiqing couldn't help but smirk. Damn. President Wen really knows how to talk, huh?

Feeling a lot better, he swore to himself: he was gonna make Wen Xiuyan the most luxurious home-style meal ever.

...Even if it was still just home-style food.

"Shaonainai" was from a different platform than Miaomiao Livestream. While Miaomiao focused on live streaming, the other app—called "ShakeTone"—was all about short videos.

Shaonainai was a mega influencer on ShakeTone, with over ten million followers. A single dance clip of hers, barely a few dozen seconds long, had pulled in hundreds of millions of views. Even now, it remained one of the platform's top-watched videos ever.

You could say, at one point, she was the it-girl.

No wonder netizens freaked out the second she popped up onscreen.

But Jiang Yiqing didn't really feel much of anything. He wasn't big on internet celebs, and to him, Shaonainai was just another guest on the livestream.

For some reason, Shaonainai's eyes looked a little red-rimmed, but she smiled and said, "Master Jiang, I've been hearing your name everywhere lately. I'm finally getting the chance to connect with you."

Jiang Yiqing greeted her with a polite smile.

Then she switched gears, "Since you're so good at what you do, I bet you can already tell why I'm here today, can't you?"

Jiang Yiqing just smiled without answering. "If that's your goal, honestly, you probably don't need to connect with me at all. You're more than capable of handling it on your own."

Shaonainai went quiet for a second, then said, "You're amazing, but having someone like you back me up hits way harder than me just shouting into the void."

Live chat:

"Something feels... off."

"She's definitely leading up to something. You think she's about to drop a bomb?"

"Dude. This is a big one, I can feel it. I'm so hyped right now."

But Jiang Yiqing wasn't hyped. In fact, he was getting a headache. "You might want to slow down and really think this through. Doing it this way... it could blow back on your career."

Shaonainai let out a laugh, her smile tinged with sarcasm. "What career? That went up in flames a long time ago."

Jiang Yiqing: "..."

Shaonainai didn't hold back, "That top idol, Lai Yunyi? He's trash. He lured me into a relationship, made me think he was serious, but turns out—he was juggling eight girlfriends at the same time. Eight!"

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