National destiny: Global tower climbing skills have decreased by 10,000 times.

After typing those words, Cai Chu hovered his fingers above the keyboard, his heart pounding as if he were facing a huge crisis.

There was no immediate reply from the other end.

He stared at the green "online" dot next to Ye Fei's profile picture, afraid it would go out at any moment. He took a deep breath and continued typing:

"Brother Hei Xi, I admit my voice was a bit loud just now."

"About stirring up trouble during the live stream, that was my fault. I'll have them remove all the posts, and I'll also clarify things for you during the live stream."

I'm so sorry!

Ye Fei looked at these lines of text and pondered for a moment: This person was just shouting that he was going to do this or that to me, but now he's suddenly calling me "brother"?

A brief reply was sent:

"Tell me, what is your request?"

Seeing that the other party did not reply, the chef was afraid that Ye Fei did not want to talk to him, so he gritted his teeth and prepared to continue typing.

Seeing a reply unexpectedly meant there was still room for negotiation, and he breathed a sigh of relief, quickly typing:

"Hehe, no problem at all! It's very simple, just a small request."

He organized his thoughts and continued typing:

"Could you promise me you won't do a live stream?"

After sending it, I immediately realized it was inappropriate and added more details:

"I...I mean, at least don't stream the fight to the viewers, and don't tell anyone about our one-on-one duel today...okay?"

"If you agree to this request, I'm willing to be your subordinate! Anything within the Tower Circle that I can do, just ask, and I'll absolutely get it done!"

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds.

Seeing no response, the cook continued typing rapidly, as if grasping at a straw:

"Also, from now on, you can keep 50% of my livestream earnings."

"As long as you promise me you won't beat up viewers live and won't announce what happened today, you don't have to do anything, and 50% of the earnings are yours!"

After typing that line, he leaned back in his chair, feeling like a child begging for forgiveness, or a prisoner awaiting sentencing.

The other side remained silent.

Ten seconds. Thirty seconds. One minute.

The silence deepened, revealing growing anxiety. The cook's breathing grew heavier, and his mind began to uncontrollably conjure images of Ye Fei broadcasting live.

That incredible maneuver, those exaggerated "multiple" stance transitions, that "Tiger Descending the Mountain" combo that he couldn't even comprehend...

What would happen if these images were shown to tens of thousands of people?

He knew it all too well.

An earthquake will occur in the Tower Circle. Everyone will know that the true number one observer in the Dragon Kingdom is no longer "Cooking Master," but a genius boy named "Black Evening Ceal."

All the traffic he had painstakingly built up over three years, including millions of followers, would vanish within days and be transferred to this person.

And he will become a "former number one" "washed-up anchor", and from then on no one will shout "Cai Chu is awesome" anymore.

The cook shuddered. He absolutely could not allow such a thing to happen.

Two minutes passed.

He reopened the chat window, his fingers trembling as he typed out a line of text, as if he had made a momentous decision:

"Sixty percent!"

"From now on, you'll get 60% of my livestream earnings! Payments will be made on time every month. If you don't believe me, we can sign the contract now!"

How about this?

send.

There was still no reply from the other end.

For a full-time game streamer, 60% is equivalent to cutting off a piece of their own flesh and peeling off a layer of tendons to give to someone else.

But compared to the more likely outcome, he was even less willing to face it. And "60%" was the maximum condition he could think of; if it wasn't enough, he really wouldn't be able to afford to eat.

Currently, the other party has shown no intention of agreeing. This is understandable; with his abilities, he could easily start a new livestream and work independently, potentially earning far more than "60%".

Besides, I offended him so much before, and now I'm politely asking for forgiveness. It's perfectly normal for him not to agree.

With this in mind, the chef was gradually preparing to increase the amount to "70%", his eyes fixed on the screen, and he began to pray silently.

Meanwhile, Ye Fei leaned back in his chair, staring at the series of messages sent by Cai Chu on the screen, lost in thought.

Now he is not facing an ordinary netizen, nor just any ordinary player.

Instead, she is a "top streamer" with millions of followers and enormous influence.

If I don't agree to his request now and start a live stream, it would be like directly smashing his livelihood and cutting off his source of income.

What impact would it have on a highly influential online public figure if they started to act recklessly and self-destructively?

Without a doubt, at least some trouble is inevitable; the terrifying "99+" message bombardment this morning is enough to prove everything.

In addition, he has only recently arrived in China and needs to spend money on food, drink, lodging and transportation. He doesn't even know if he will have to pay rent for the house he is currently living in. Ten thousand yuan won't last long at all.

He had been worried about how to find a stable source of income.

Now that the chef has said that, isn't this an opportunity?

A streamer with a million followers earns 60% of their income, which, regardless of how much they make, at least ensures they have enough to eat and drink.

Besides, I am a transmigrator and have no connections in the Dragon Kingdom Tower Circle.

If I offend any streamer or professional player while playing games in the future, countless troubles are bound to occur again.

Now that a big shot in the industry is willing to guide him, many things will definitely be much easier in the future.

Therefore, all things considered, "agreeing to his request" might be the more advantageous option.

What's more, what an interesting thing it would be to recruit a streamer with a million followers as a "little brother"?

A few seconds later, a string of small print appeared on the screen. The chef immediately perked up, afraid of misreading a single word:

Okay, I agree.

"Don't give me that much, just give me half, and you can keep the rest for yourself."

50%.

Only 50%!

What generosity and magnanimity!

These few simple words almost brought tears to the chef's eyes.

Now, besides boundless admiration, only a few words remain in his heart:

He's definitely sticking with this guy.

"Thank you, brother! If you ever need my help again, I will do my utmost and never hesitate!"

Faced with this enthusiastic embrace brimming with "江湖气" (a kind of chivalrous spirit), Ye Fei frowned but did not refuse.

After all, he would have an extra capable helper in this world from now on, and there would be many things he would need to help with.

From the moment he agreed, it meant that they were on the same side of interests, and he would have to bear some responsibility for the effectiveness and revenue of the live stream.

Just then, the chef continued to send messages, preparing to discuss the next "script" with him.

A sensational "performance" is quietly brewing in the tower defense community.