Xiu Gou's Taming Record

Chapter 127 You Just Treat Me Like a Cheapskate

Yu Heng sat in a booth in the corner of the bar and opened his laptop.

The filming crew was rehearsing their positions; Liu Hewei was holding a reflector, and Chen Yuqiang was carrying a camera.

Zhou Mengqi and Wang Luyu stood in front of the bar, reciting their lines from the script.

He closed the script document, opened his browser, and logged into the Douyin guild backend.

The page loads, and the data panel displays the total transaction amount: 10,237.5 yuan.

Half a month after the guild opened, Zhou Mengqi and Wang Luyu's revenue has started to improve.

However, he felt that the offline model was a bit too much trouble.

Renting a venue, buying equipment, and managing short video shooting are all part of the process.

With a large number of live streamers, the cost of managing them all increases exponentially.

The reason we started doing offline was because Bilibili didn't have a guild system, and without signing an agency contract, we couldn't protect our rights.

But now that Douyin has guilds, online is the proper way to go.

There's no need to rent a place or buy equipment online; streamers can broadcast using their own mobile phones and computers.

He now has 500,000 yuan as a safety net, so he can easily use a wide-net strategy.

We're recruiting online. Anyone who comes can try. For the first seven days, you'll broadcast for four hours a day and get paid 66 yuan per day.

Can you really tell if a streamer is good or not in just three days? If not, just replace them.

If the trial broadcast data meets the standards, the partnership will automatically be converted to a full partnership. The full partnership involves broadcasting for six hours a day, at least 25 days a month, with a daily settlement of 133.

All things considered, a live streamer's guaranteed monthly income is only a little over three thousand yuan.

If one or two out of ten can pass the trial period, then it's already a good deal.

If we can produce one that's even remotely viable for streaming, like one with monthly revenue exceeding ten thousand, then it's pure profit.

Moreover, this model has little to do with operational capabilities and is not limited by the ability of employees; it is more like an investment with a fixed rate of return.

With a large enough base and a stable yield rate, the production line can start rolling.

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The filming ended at around 2 p.m.

After packing up the equipment, the group parted ways at the bar entrance.

Liu Hewei and the others clamored to go to the cafeteria for lunch, but Yu Heng said he had something to do, and Zhou Mengqi also said she had made plans with friends.

Once everyone had walked away, Zhou Mengqi turned to Yu Heng and asked, "President, where are you going next?"

"Let's go back to our lodgings," Yu Heng said.

"Oh," Zhou Mengqi responded, without leaving or saying anything more, just looking at him.

Yu Heng looked at her too; the afternoon sunlight shone on her face, revealing fine downy hairs.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Mengqi laughed.

"It depends on where you want to go next," Yu Heng said.

Zhou Mengqi took a small step forward, very close to him: "Don't you know where I want to go, President?"

"I don't know," Yu Heng said.

"Play dumb." Zhou Mengqi looked at him with a smile, reached out and took his arm. "There's a hotel nearby, I've checked it out, it's quite clean."

Yu Heng grabbed her wrist: "When did you see it?"

"I saw it when I was shopping here last time," Zhou Mengqi said without struggling, letting him hold her, "I was thinking that maybe I could use it someday."

"Would you need it?"

"That depends on whether the president gives you a chance to use it."

Yu Heng released his grip.

He didn't say anything, and turned to walk to the other end of the commercial street.

Zhou Mengqi followed behind him, keeping a distance of two or three steps.

After walking for about five minutes, there was indeed a chain hotel.

Yu Heng pushed open the glass door and went in, followed by Zhou Mengqi.

The receptionist, who was looking at her phone, glanced up at them and asked, "Do you have a reservation?"

"A room for an hour," Yu Heng said.

"ID card." The woman held out her hand.

Yu Heng took out his ID card and handed it over, and Zhou Mengqi also took out her ID card from her bag.

The woman took it, swiped it on the machine, and then looked up at Zhou Mengqi.

Zhou Mengqi's face remained expressionless as she looked at the price list on the wall.

"One hundred and twenty for four hours." The woman said, placing the room key on the counter. "The room is 306, the elevator is on the left."

Yu Heng paid the money and took the room key.

There were only the two of them in the elevator.

The mirror reflected the two of them, and Zhou Mengqi tidied her hair.

On the third floor, the corridor was covered with a dark red carpet that made almost no sound when stepped on.

Finding room 306, Yu Heng swiped his card and entered. It was a spacious double room with the curtains half-open.

Yu Heng inserted the room card into the power outlet, and the light turned on.

Zhou Mengqi closed the door, locked it, and put the chain back on.

After doing all that, she turned around and leaned against the door to look at Yu Heng.

Yu Heng walked to the bedside and sat down. The mattress was soft, and he sank in.

"Come here," he said.

Zhou Mengqi walked over and stood in front of him. Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent.

Yu Heng looked up at her: "Weren't you quite talkative? Why aren't you saying anything now?"

"Normally is normal," Zhou Mengqi said, "Now is now."

"What is it now?" Yu Heng asked.

"Now it's..." Zhou Mengqi pursed her lips, "Whatever the club president wants it to be, that's what it is."

She had a faint perfume scent, not strong, you could only smell it when you got close.

Yu Heng raised his hand and pinched her chin: "What are you after?"

Zhou Mengqi's eyelashes trembled: "I like you."

Speak like a human.

"It's because I'm after you," Zhou Mengqi said. "The club president is capable and charming. Is that wrong with me?"

Yu Heng tightened his grip slightly: "I don't have much to give you."

"I don't need to give you anything," Zhou Mengqi said. "Just think of me as... cheap, okay?"

She was looking directly at him as she said this.

Yu Heng looked at her for a few seconds, then let go.

"President," she said, her voice lowering, "do you need my help?"

Yu Heng didn't speak. Her hand was a little cold, and when it touched his abdominal skin, Yu Heng's muscles tensed up.

Zhou Mengqi glanced at him, then looked up at him: "President...you're not reacting?"

Yu Heng smirked: "Do you think I'm a stud, that I get aroused every time I see a woman?"

Zhou Mengqi laughed: "Then what should we do?"

"What do you think?" Yu Heng asked, looking at her.

Zhou Mengqi pursed her lips and tied her hair up.

After a while, she looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears: "It's okay now."

……

Yu Heng rolled over and lay down on one side.

Zhou Mengqi turned to face him: "President..."

"Um?"

"I didn't bring it..." Zhou Mengqi said.

"You didn't say." Yu Heng stared at the ceiling.

"I didn't say I didn't need it," Zhou Mengqi said, propping herself up on her arms as she looked at him.

"So what do we do now?" Yu Heng asked.

"What can we do?" Zhou Mengqi laughed, then lay back down, placing her hand on her lower abdomen. "Let's go buy medicine later."

Yu Heng narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything.

She rolled over and straddled him: "One more time?"

"You still have the energy?" Yu Heng put his hand on her waist.

"Yes," Zhou Mengqi said, "but I wasn't tired just now."