Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

Jiang Yiting had her reasons for saying that.

I've already signed a long-term live streaming contract with Douyu platform, which provides a stable source of income.

Her own Taobao online store also opened last month.

The sales in the first month far exceeded her and her partners' expectations, and this will also generate a considerable share of the revenue.

Even if the online store's sales don't reach the same level of success as when it first opened, she believes her father's secret recipe will definitely attract more customers to stay.

With more repeat customers, the revenue share from the online store will become more stable.

Moreover, her live-streaming career is still on the rise, and the future prospects of the "live-streaming + e-commerce" model are very clear.

Therefore, the phrase "resignation" may sound like a joke, but it is also a true reflection of her inner thoughts.

She now has a choice and no longer needs to wear slippers indefinitely for a job.

This confidence makes her complaints no longer just venting, but a weighty statement.

Zhou Xingyu's smile faded slightly, but he wasn't displeased; on the contrary, it was as if he had finally waited for her to say those words.

He rested his chin on his hands on the table, his tone becoming serious and direct: "Xiao Jiang, I understand. What you're resisting isn't commercialization itself; what bothers you is that commercial interests have distorted the content you value most, right?"

These words struck a chord with Jiang Yiting, leaving her speechless for a moment.

Zhou Xingyu saw it clearly, and he seized the opportunity to continue, his tone becoming more composed, yet also revealing an unprecedented, extremely alluring eagerness:

"So the fundamental problem is not whether or not we accept one or two projects, but whether we have the ability and courage to build a new model that is truly driven by content and creators."

Zhou Xingyu paused, looking intently at Jiang Yiting: "You've seen what happened at the station since Uncle D and the others left last year. The old ways of traditional television media have reached their ceiling."

I've actually been thinking recently about starting my own business.

Instead of creating another "Game TV" like Uncle D and his team, I want to build a live streaming economy company centered around personal IP.

I want to invite you to join us, not as an employee, but as a partner.

Zhou Xingyu lowered his voice, but it became even more powerful: "The ID 'Twelfth Floor' and the name Jiang Yiting could definitely become a resounding brand."

Your "care" and "discrimination" about your content creation are not weaknesses, but rather the strongest moat and core value for your future career.

Don't be fooled by the fact that live streaming platforms seem to be able to broadcast anything now; that's because the industry is still in a stage of rapid, unregulated growth.

As competition intensifies, the number of people working in the game live streaming industry is increasing.

The platform has entered a stage where it needs to generate profits in order to go public.

They will then start to guide, or even demand, that you broadcast the content they want you to broadcast.

Once your brand is successfully built, your relationship with the platform will no longer be one of employment, but rather a partnership.

When the time comes, what content to broadcast, what commercial deals to accept, and how to balance commercialization with your original intention of creating content...

Only then can you truly hold the power of discourse in your own hands.

He observed the thoughtful look in Jiang Yiting's eyes and then offered an even more significant piece of evidence: "This isn't just wishful thinking. Xiong Wei and the others have been testing the waters with live streaming before, and the results have been quite good."

Privately, I have already had preliminary communication with them, as well as Bai Yun and Liu Fei.

If we get started, I'm confident we can build a mature team.

I also have some contact with venture capitalists.

Resources, channels, and content-savvy partners—we can initially establish these foundations.

Jiang Yiting was completely stunned.

She had considered that Zhou Xingyu would try to appease her, make empty promises, or even try to entice her with real money, but she never expected that he would come up with such a revolutionary plan.

Because of the recent increase in GGs (gay men), coupled with the fact that her "live streaming + e-commerce" business has gradually become stable and busy, the idea of ​​resigning has flashed through Jiang Yiting's mind more than once.

Now, Zhou Xingyu has proposed a more challenging and broader path of progress.

This made her feel guilty and flustered, and she didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"...This is too sudden, Lao Zhou." After a long while, Jiang Yiting finally came to her senses. "I need time to think about it."

"Of course, this is a big deal." Zhou Xingyu knew when to stop and returned to his usual relaxed demeanor.

He pushed the demo GG file forward again: "Take this for now. No matter what you choose in the future, you still need to do a good job on the next program. However, you can do it your way, which will give you more control."

As Jiang Yiting left Zhou Xingyu's office, she felt her steps become somewhat heavy.

The idea of ​​resigning was indeed already in her plans.

The blueprint for starting a business together that Zhou Xingyu just described to her is far more challenging and imaginative than simply quitting her job.

This is an opportunity, but it also comes with risks.

The absolute autonomy she desires over her own content may lie in this unknown challenge.

Various thoughts intertwined, creating a major dilemma facing a choice.

This is a much larger and more real dilemma than when I was struggling with whether or not to cooperate with "Haicheng Beifu Culture".

This turbulent emotion persisted until Jiang Yiting finished get off work.

She followed the flow of people leaving get off work out of the building and boarded the bus home.

Outside the window, the bustling streets of Lin'an stretched out on the eve of Qingming Festival. The carriage swayed slightly, but she paid no attention to it.

But the words Zhou Xingyu had said that afternoon kept replaying in my mind.

My phone vibrated twice, and a message popped up.

Old Turtle: Teacher Jiang, what time will you be home?

Looking at the message Chen Bainian sent, Jiang Yiting's lips unconsciously curved into a slight smile.

The frustrations of the afternoon suddenly found an outlet that I wanted to vent immediately.

Jiang Yiting: Soon, the bus is one stop away.

Jiang Yiting: Little brother, I'm so angry! I feel like I've been tricked by that old fox again.

After typing this line, she suddenly felt a little dazed.

Why is it "again"?

Old turtle: What's wrong?

Jiang Yiting: It's not something that can be explained in a few words. I'll talk to you about it when I get back.

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At the entrance of Mingchun Garden, the evening breeze carried a slight chill, gently rustling the clothes of Chen Bainian and Xu Haoran, who had just gotten out of their ride-hailing car.

Chen Bainian glanced at the message "One more stop" on his phone, then turned to Xu Haoran and said, "I'm waiting for someone here. My family sent me some crabs, and the package is at the security guard's place. Why don't you wait with me? We can take a couple back to try some fresh crabs later."

Xu Haoran laughed upon hearing this and waved his hand, "Come on, I have people waiting at home, I'm leaving first."

He could easily guess who Chen Bainian was waiting for, and he wasn't about to be a third wheel.

"Is your girlfriend here?" Chen Bainian asked casually.

"Mm," Xu Haoran replied with a smile.

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the residential area.

Chen Bainian watched him walk away, then turned around and slowly strolled toward the bus stop not far away.

As dusk approached, the streetlights had not yet come on, and only a pale golden afterglow from the west gently enveloped the evening streets.

Less than two minutes later, the bus slowly pulled into the station, and with a hiss, the valve opened.

Jiang Yiting followed the flow of people leaving get off work down the steps. When she looked up, she saw a tall figure on the platform looking in her direction.

The moment their eyes met, Jiang Yiting's afternoon of frustration and turmoil seemed to vanish as if gently blown away by the evening breeze.

The smile on her lips could no longer be suppressed and spread wide open.

Some people, you can really make your mood better just by looking at them.

She quickened her pace and walked towards him.

Meanwhile, Chen Bainian watched her noticeably quicken her pace and the smile she couldn't hide on her face. He had wanted to ask her "Who tricked you?" but before he could even speak, the question was on the tip of his tongue.

The next second, a hug carrying the scent of evening breeze and a faint minty fragrance landed squarely in his arms.