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The boss did not reply to the message.

Qu Yi pressed the nib of the pen against the hand-painted board, and put it down again.

Not much inspiration.

He was stunned for a while, recalling Jin Yuan's handsome headshot in the final round of the qualifiers, feeling even more helpless, so he simply turned on his phone and opened the private message on Weibo.

[Out a big one!Cut off your head and ask for a picture of the baby team going out! ! ! 】

[Do you have the original picture of the comic "Little Friends and Little Friends" a few days ago, I want...]

【Mrs!Can your weibo manga be reposted?Will mark the source! 】

……

The "out of a big" in the private message is Qu Yi.

When he was a freshman, Qu Yi posted a cartoon about the college entrance examination on Weibo. Because it fit the time of the college entrance examination and was full of youthful enthusiasm and positive energy, it was reposted by a well-known electronic media, and gained a certain popularity on the Internet. Reputation.

Later, Qu Yi also drew some more creative ideas into comic strips and uploaded them on Weibo. After a long time, he became the "big brother" and "madam" in the mouth of fans.

No matter how famous it is, it is those pictures of the team's expedition that were reposted and stamped by the PUBG official blog.

Qu Yi leaned on the back of the chair: [Sorry, no reason

A message pops up on the top of the screen prompting——

Boss: [Something happened just now, are you still there? 】

Qu Yi accidentally pressed the send button in the private message on Weibo, and the unfinished text was sent to the netizen. He almost tapped the keyboard with his flying fingertips: Sorry, there is no original picture.

Then switch back.

Qu Yi: [in]

Boss: 【Are you in the backstage? 】

Qu Yi: [No, are you in a hurry? 】

Boss: 【Urgent, very. 】

Qu Yi was amused by him, and couldn't help laughing while typing: [You'd better be]

After the last live broadcast, Qu Yi uninstalled the live broadcast of Deep Sea TV. He entered the background from the webpage, and first received a private message from the administrator.

Administrator: [One, hello!You have performed live broadcast on my platform a few days ago. I wonder if you are willing to sign a long-term live broadcast contract with my platform? 】

Qu Yi blinked, read the text again, and was sure it was the administrator of the live broadcast platform. .

"The people from Deep Sea TV said they wanted me to sign a live broadcast contract with them." He turned around and said to Wen Huancheng.

Hong Jianguo heard these words as soon as he opened the door, and trotted to the computer: "Let me take a look."

"Look."

Wen Huancheng also got off the bed, and the three of them repeated this sentence several times.

"It's better not to sign, the live broadcast industry is very deep." Wen Huancheng objected.

Hong Jianguo is different. As a two-dimensional otaku, watching live broadcasts and watching events is a must-have medicine for him to travel at home. He immediately cast a support vote: "I think I can ask him again."

"I don't have any talent..." Qu Yi murmured while supporting his arms.

"Why not?! Board painting! Games! Isn't there chicken eating, LOL!" Hong Jianguo waved his arm and poked the screen, "It's not a loss if you ask."

Qu Yi thought about it, and he really just lost a part-time job... Although he has earned enough tuition and living expenses for this semester, he still has some surplus in his pocket no matter what.

"Then I..."

Wen Huancheng pressed his hand: "If you want to make money, I can introduce you to someone with a higher salary..."

The phone beeped——

Boss: [Hurry up, hurry up. 】

After Qu Yi scanned the information, he looked back at Wen Huancheng: "It's really not necessary."

Wen Huancheng read the familiar rejection in his eyes, and let go of his hand: "Then you can ask him."

"Yeah." Qu Yi unlocked the phone and replied to the boss first: [Boss, I have something to do here, wait for me a moment. 】

Wen Huancheng glanced at the entire chat history between Qu Yi and the "boss", and his brows almost twisted into Sichuan characters: "Why do you still have contact with this person?"

"I agreed to pay back his gift money." Fingering the screen, "How do I return this administrator?"

Hong Jianguo squeezed Qu Yi to sit on half of the chair: "I'll come, I'll come!"

One: [Why did you ask me to sign a contract? 】

The administrator quickly replied: [That's right, your name has been on the gift list for a week since you last broadcasted on my platform. We think your potential is very suitable to be an anchor, so we sincerely invite you to share with me My platform signed. 】

One:【What do you want from me? 】

Administrator: [I will upload a live broadcast contract for your review. 】

Qu Yi took the contract document and read every word carefully.

"60 hours a month... That's two hours a day." Hong Jianguo calculated, "Your hourly salary is double that of the studio!"

Qu zoomed in on the document: "It is also written here that the live broadcast content does not violate the live broadcast management regulations. That means, I can broadcast whatever I want, right?"

Hong Jianguo nodded like a pounding garlic: "Yes, yes, yes."

Wen Huancheng patted him on the back of the head: "You are right, right, right all the time."

"I told you to start a live broadcast before! As a big V with millions of fans on Weibo, he can make more money by doing a live broadcast!" Hong Jianguo said confidently.

Qu Yi waved his hand: "What million big V? It's not that exaggerated. Now it's about 90, which is still far away from a million."

"Understood, next time this kind of coercion, you pretend to be yourself." Hong Jianguo arched his hands and said goodbye.

There was a light "crack" on the top of the head, and the dormitory was suddenly plunged into darkness. The fluorescent light from the computer screen illuminated Qu Yi's face, adding a bit of depth, and he leaned back: "The lights are off, please rest first." , I will study this contract again by myself.”

"Don't..." Wen Huancheng wanted to say more.

"Don't worry, I won't agree to it right away. I will discuss it with you tomorrow and sign after I confirm it."

After the rustling sound fell, Qu Yi rubbed his eyes, ready to continue the contract.

The phone vibrated on the table.

Boss: [Are you in trouble? 】

Qu glanced at the computer screen and then at the phone, thinking that the boss must be a person who often watches the live broadcast, and he also gave himself a gift. Tell him about it, it's... okay.

I thought so in my heart, but when I typed it out, it became another sentence.

Qu Yi: 【It's so late, why haven't you slept yet? 】

Boss: [Someone told me to wait for him, so I will wait for him for a while. 】

The corner of Qu Yi's mouth curved into an arc: [Sorry, I encountered some minor problems, so I'm busy until now. 】

Boss: [Huh? 】

Qu Yi moved his fingertips. The boss asked this, because he was willing to listen to his sharing.

Qu Yi: [Before I broadcast live on Deep Sea TV, because you gave me a lot of gifts... It gave them the illusion that I have a talent for live broadcasting, and they wanted me to be a contracted anchor. 】

The boss replied quickly: [What's your idea? 】

Qu Yi thought hard for nearly 5 minutes.

He has no resistance to the live broadcast industry, after all, he also watches it, and with such an income, his life pressure can be reduced a lot.

It's just...he was worried that he wouldn't be able to do well, and his talents were all flattery from others.

What's more, his talent is all based on the boss's money!

When I was very entangled, the boss said: [Hanhan, if you want to do it, do it boldly. 】

In the cold air-conditioned room, a trace of warmth walked through every inch of Qu Yi's skin on foot, and finally migrated steadily into the atrium.

He couldn't help but want to ask one more question: [Boss, why did you give me a gift? 】

Boss: [People are stupid, so you should have more money, otherwise you will be useless, and your husband will not bear to see it. 】

Qu Yi: [? ? ? 】

Boss: [For father. 】

Qu Yi: 【The point is how am I stupid? ! ! 】

Boss: [Oh, so you are concerned about this. 】

Qu Yi: 【(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻】

Boss: [Hey, send me a copy of the contract and help you take a look. 】

Qu Yi: [No!need!want!I can watch it myself! 】

Boss: [Don't think you can talk in your sleep after twelve o'clock. 】