Xiu Gou's Taming Record

"Second brother! Are you alright? Huh? Where are you now?" Liu Jianfen spoke very quickly on the other end of the phone.

"Are you alright?" Yu Heng narrowed his eyes, then asked, "What's wrong, Mom? What happened so early in the morning?"

"Mom dreamt you were in a car accident!" Liu Jianfen's voice trembled with lingering fear. "It scared me to death! This dream was so strange. I don't know where you got your car, but I dreamt you were driving when a truck rear-ended you. It just lurched... Are you really okay? Did you get hurt?"

It was just a dream, but the dream actually made sense?

Yu Heng's voice softened even more: "Don't worry, Mom, I'm really fine. Dreams are always the opposite of reality."

"It's good that you're alright..." Liu Jianfen murmured on the other end of the phone, "Be very careful at school! Watch out for cars when you walk, and don't use your phone when crossing the street! Eat on time, don't skip meals! Also, go back to your dorm early at night, don't wander around outside! You can't let anything else happen to you, if you do... how will your mother live!"

In the last sentence, Liu Jianfen's voice was already tinged with suppressed sobs.

Yu Heng listened without saying a word.

"Okay, Mom, I'm all grown up now, I can take care of myself." Yu Heng's tone became serious. "Don't scare yourself, take good care of yourself too!"

"Okay, Mom, don't worry about me. Just focus on doing well at school," Liu Jianfen's voice returned to normal. "But, what happened between you and Yue Ling?"

"What happened?" Yu Heng asked.

"Are you two dating or not?" Liu Jianfen paused and then said, "I had a dream a couple of days ago that you got married. I couldn't see the bride's face clearly, but I knew it wasn't Yue Ling..."

"Oh, Mom, don't worry about this kind of thing, I know what I'm doing!"

"Okay, then Mom's hanging up now. Take care of yourself!"

After hanging up the phone, Yu Heng stood on the balcony for a while, still holding his phone.

These dreams seem to match up?

He looked up at the gray sky in the distance and suddenly thought of his mother from his previous life.

Did he travel through time, or did the world rewind?

He dared not think about how two widows and a child would live if there were another timeline.

And what about He Mengyao? How would she feel if she knew she was dead?

He seems unable to confirm these questions; he can only try his best to avoid regrets in this life.

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As the group walked back from the villa area, Yu Heng glanced at the girls ahead and pursed his lips.

Wang Luyu was talking to Zhou Mengqi next to her, one girl was pure and straightforward, and the other was graceful and charming.

The former had studied folk dance, so she was flexible and spoke in a soft voice, but not in a deliberately affected way.

As for the latter, he had heard Zhou Mengqi's ASMR audition and thought it was quite good. Moreover, she was very open-minded. When signing the contract last week, he mentioned that "the content could be a bit more explicit," and she immediately nodded.

Last week he got a license and signed two people on a guaranteed annual contract of 30,000 yuan per year.

College students aren't that materialistic, so this amount is still quite reasonable. If it were for experienced hires, it would at least double.

"President."

Chen Yuqiang, seemingly out of nowhere, sidled up to Yu Heng and whispered, "President! I heard Wang Luyu and Zhou Mengqi have both signed contracts? Is there a guaranteed annual salary? Thirty thousand yuan a year?"

"Yes, the minimum annual income is 30,000 yuan. You have to stream for at least four hours a day, at least five days a week," Yu Heng said. "However, you don't get the 30,000 yuan all at once. The 30,000 yuan is the minimum annual income. The advance payment is only 10%, which is 3,000 yuan. The rest will be paid after you've streamed for a full year."

"What does 'guaranteed minimum' mean?" Chen Yuqiang asked again.

"The minimum guarantee is the minimum amount of money you're guaranteed to earn this much each year, provided you complete the live-streaming tasks."

"That's great," Chen Yuqiang swallowed hard. "What if the broadcast doesn't go well? You'll still get 30,000?"

"The guaranteed minimum is the guaranteed minimum. You still get paid even if you don't do well. But if your revenue exceeds the guaranteed minimum, you'll get paid based on a percentage. The base percentage is 35%, and the maximum is 45%. That means if you generate more than 80,000 in revenue in a year, you can get more than 30,000. If you don't generate enough, you'll only get 30,000."

So, the so-called 30,000-year guaranteed minimum is actually equivalent to not spending a single penny. As long as they generate 80,000 in revenue, even the 3,000 advance payment is just a way to make money off the company.

If they can't even generate 80,000 RMB in revenue after a year of broadcasting at this quality, then this industry has no future.

"Understood! Then, President..." Chen Yuqiang rubbed his hands together, "Do you think I can sign it?"

"What kind of content do you want to broadcast?" Yu Heng asked.

"I'm pretty good at video games," Chen Yuqiang said, "and I can sing a little too."

"The competition here is too fierce," Yu Heng shook his head. "You should switch tracks."

"What track?"

"Crossdressing Zone"

Yu Heng sized him up. Chen Yuqiang had a handsome face and could even imitate voices.

If I wear a wig and makeup, it's really impossible to tell if I'm male or female.

This is no worse than Happy Yuanyuan.

Chen Yuqiang froze for two seconds, then his face flushed red: "President, are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding." Yu Heng's expression was very serious. "This track has great potential. You know Xuanmo, right? If you don't, you should check it out. It's very profitable."

Chen Yuqiang's mind flashed to himself in women's clothing, and his eyebrows furrowed: "I...I'll think about it."

"Okay." Yu Heng smiled. "Come find me when you've made up your mind."

Hearing their conversation, Hao Junran, who was walking behind, leaned over to Chen Yuqiang and said, "You're going to wear women's clothes? Sure! I'll send you gifts then!"

"Get lost!" Chen Yuqiang pushed him away.

Liu Tianqi joined in the fun: "What do cross-dressers look like? I'm actually quite curious."

"Have you met Wang Shuo before?" Hou Xudong said from the side. "He just wears a wig and a skirt."

"Holy crap!" Liu Tianqi exclaimed, "That's just like a woman!"

"That's why there's a market for it!" Yu Heng said with a laugh. "When you're pretty to a certain extent, you don't care so much about gender. Anyway, you're just watching the live stream, it's not like you're actually having sex with someone."

"You know what, I searched for that Xuanmo Baby, and he's actually pretty good, and seems to be quite popular?" Hao Junran said, looking at his phone.

The boys were laughing and joking around.

Qin Ya walked next to Qin Lu and, upon hearing Yu Heng's conversation with them, pursed her lips.

"Mom," Qin Ya whispered, "look at my brother, he looks like one of those people who run pyramid schemes."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Qin Lu frowned.

"That's exactly right!" Qin Ya raised an eyebrow. "Who would trick a man into dressing as a woman!"

Qin Lu pursed her lips and didn't say anything more.

She really didn't know much about live streaming before.

After Qin Ya started her live stream, she did watch some other streamers' live streams.

To be honest, some of the content made her feel a little embarrassed.

But she also understands that this situation is normal in the entertainment industry.

Moreover, now that she's been influenced by Yu Heng, her ability to accept things has increased considerably.

When he reached the school gate, Yu Heng stopped and turned to face everyone.

"That's all for today," Yu Heng said. "Go back and get some rest, and keep up the good work with your club activities!"