A pretty live streamer beckons, and a lewd male protagonist hooks her up.

He paused for a moment, amused by his own amusement, and then took out his smartphone from another pocket and took a picture of the man opposite Wen Ruan.

In the photo, the man is smiling as he opens his briefcase, looking down as if taking something out.

Fu Shiqing thought the image quality was good, so he turned around and took a picture of Wen Ruan as well.

Wen Ruan tilted her head curiously, her expression a mix of wanting to see and pretending to be reserved—so cute...

Fu Shiqing zoomed in on the photo, examined it carefully, and then searched online for how to set the photo as a screensaver.

It was as if he had discovered a new continent.

Photos can be used not only as screensavers, but also as wallpapers and in chat pages!

Five minutes passed.

He opened his phone, looked at all the pictures of Wen Ruan, and smiled with satisfaction.

I suddenly remembered that I hadn't done what I was supposed to do.

Fu Shiqing's smile froze on his face as he sent the photo to someone.

Check it out.

Okay, boss!

"This is the bonus of 30,000 yuan. This is our follow-up contract. Take a look. If there are no problems, you can sign it."

Three more tempting red "money bricks" were placed on the table.

People in the coffee shop all turned to look at Wen Ruan, their eyes wide with surprise.

"Good heavens, I knew there would be gossip at work! It hasn't been long and I've already dated two guys, and both of them paid me cash!"

"Who knows how many more will come this afternoon? Luckily I didn't take the day off..."

Who are you talking about?

Chen Ming walked in, leaned against the counter, and said, "The usual, one Americano and one latte with sugar, to go."

Chen Ming has been accompanying Shen Jinghe on a business trip in Haishi recently and has become a regular at this coffee shop.

However, these two cups of coffee were not bought for Shen Jinghe.

Shen Jinghe already suffers from insomnia, and if he drinks coffee on top of that, Chen Ming thinks he might just die on the spot.

"Scan the QR code here."

After the shop assistant took Chen Ming's order, she gestured with her chin towards where Wen Ruan was sitting, "Look, that's the girl. She already arranged to meet two guys here this afternoon."

Chen Ming turned his head casually, his pupils dilating in shock!

"Holy crap!"

Damn! Isn't that the boss's darling, the one he's always glued to his phone?!

"You know him?" the shop assistant asked, puzzled.

Chen Ming didn't answer, but instead asked, "You just said she met up with two guys here this afternoon?"

"Hmm." The clerk smiled. "We just saw a tall lady off a few minutes ago. She asked me to save her coffee so she could come back and have some more."

As Chen Ming listened, sweat was already streaming down his neck.

If President Shen finds out...

"Put the coffee in the fridge to chill first."

Chen Ming decisively picked up a magazine from the counter, then sat down in the booth behind Wen Ruan, pretending to read a book, but actually focusing all his attention on the conversation between Wen Ruan and Li Qiu.

Li Qiu: "How is it?"

Wen Ruan carefully compared this document with the previous one.

The guaranteed minimum salary has been increased to 25,000 yuan. However, this time it is not a guaranteed base salary. The prerequisite is that you must live stream for 120 hours per month. This means that Wen Ruan needs to live stream for six hours every weekday, and the total revenue must reach 200,000 yuan. Otherwise, she can only receive a basic base salary of 6,000 yuan.

The profits are split 30/70 between the union and the workers, with the union receiving 30% and the workers receiving 70%.

Li Qiu: "Miss Wen, this is already an A-level contract for our guild. Go out and look around, you won't find any other guild that would consider our terms!"

"Your demands are too harsh."

Wen Ruan frowned and pointed to the time line, saying, "I have weekends off. If I want to meet the requirement of at least 120 hours of live streaming per month, I'd have to stream for six hours every day!"

"Do you know what six hours means? I sleep for twelve hours every day!"

Wen Ruan counted on her fingers for Li Qiu, "Aside from sleeping and live streaming, I only have six hours to rest each day. I also need to eat, put on makeup, shower, do laundry..."

Wen Ruan didn't even bother to calculate the time and effort Li Qiu had spent maintaining the relationship with the big spender.

She protested, "And even so, you still expect me to have a monthly turnover of 200,000?"

"If I could consistently earn 200,000 every month, why would I need a guaranteed minimum income from you?"

Li Qiu didn't expect that Wen Ruan would become so hard to fool after only a week.

He should have lied to Wen Ruan and signed all the contracts in the first place!

Li Qiu tactically picked up his cup, only to be met with a bitter smile from the American. "So how do you want to change it?"

Wen Ruan thought for a moment, "This 30,000 yuan bonus is mine now, right?"

Li Qiu nodded.

Wen Ruan immediately stuffed the 30,000 yuan into her backpack, then returned the contract to Li Qiu, saying, "I've made up my mind."

She said seriously, "I won't sign the contract."

Li Qiu nearly spat out his coffee: "What! How can you go back on your word?"

"I have no regrets."

Wen Ruan frowned. "It's clearly your contract that's unreasonable, how can you say it's my fault?"

Signing a formal contract is no small matter.

Wen Ruan was afraid something might go wrong, so she spent a long time searching online last night!

Such a contract is unreasonable.

If she can earn 200,000 yuan a month, after deducting taxes and sharing with the platform, she can get more than 90,000 yuan!

Moreover, you don't necessarily have to join a guild to withdraw tens of thousands of yuan at once. As mentioned online, as long as you're not worried about not having any traffic or support in the early stages, you can register as an individual streamer and broadcast on your own!

Wen Ruan isn't stupid; she can tell which is better and more cost-effective.

Li Qiu gritted his teeth in anger and said coldly, "Are you sure you don't want to sign?"

"Yes," Wen Ruan said firmly, "I won't sign."

"Alright, I suppose you've already prepared a ten million yuan penalty for breach of contract. Otherwise, just wait for the court summons!"

"What? Ten million?"

Wen Ruan was stunned.

Li Qiu opened his phone and zoomed in on the previous electronic contract. In the middle, there was a line of small print:

If Party B refuses to renew the contract, Party B shall pay Party A a penalty of ten million yuan, which shall be paid in full within one month.

Note: The final interpretation of this contract rests with Party A.

"You...you're lying! When we signed the contract, you didn't say there would be a penalty for not renewing it!"

Ten million is more expensive than the Rolls-Royce she wrecked!

Li Qiu pushed up his glasses and threatened Wen Ruan:

"Ms. Wen, don't be stubborn and refuse to listen to reason. We're all working people, and I don't mean to make things difficult for you. Signing this contract will be good for both of us."

"Tsk, you small guilds really will stop at nothing to make money."

Chen Ming couldn't listen to it anymore, so he put down the magazine and walked over to the two of them.

"Sir," he said seriously, tapping the table twice with a light touch, "this is a gentleman."

"First of all, your guild was only interested in scamming people from the beginning and never intended to operate normally."

Secondly, you deliberately concealed key terms and induced me to sign the contract. As Ms. Wen Ruan's private lawyer, I could easily charge you with criminal fraud...

"I'm going to sue you."