Chapter 4: We Needs Talents Like You
Gao Naiyun's height was close to 1.7 meters, and her appearance could be described as breathtaking. But such a tall figure and stunning looks were completely concealed beneath that ill-fitting, old outfit. Moreover, her striking height and looks didn't quite match her level of confidence.
Could her so-called "work-related issue" be related to live streaming?
Yang Ruoqian was getting interested and opened Gao Naiyun's profile (using his system) to check her "illustrious" career.
As long as someone was marked as "hirable" by the system as a streamer or artist, Yang Ruoqian could check their profiles.
- [Applied to Huayi Sisters for a job, got rejected.]
- [Debuted on the twitch, zero effective viewers.]
- [Applied to join the XXX Mutual Entertainment Guild, failed.]
- [Debuted on ticktock, zero effective viewers.]
- [Applied to join the Moon Palace Entertainment, failed.]
- [...]
Seeing a string of zeros and rejections, Yang Ruoqian couldn't contain his excitement!
"Girl, don't go! Our company is missing talents like you!"
This is a walking one hundred million!
"Landlord?" Gao Naiyun noticed that the door had been opened, and she timidly turned her head and said, "I'm really sorry... You've been busy with your business recently, and I didn't want to trouble you."
Gao Naiyun turned, and her red headdress swayed gently, brushing over her stunning, slightly confused face. The combination of grassland attire and modern clothing gave this ethnic girl an exotic charm that instantly captivated Yang Ruoqian.
In his previous life, Yang Ruoqian was so preoccupied with his struggling company that he didn't even realize he had such a tenant with astonishing looks.
With such beauty, why couldn't she attract any viewers?
How could her streaming be so boring that not even her incredible looks could save it?
Though he was excited inside, Yang Ruoqian maintained his composure, to not scare away the "hundred million" dollar girl.
As he signed some documents, he casually asked, "What happened to your job? I recently opened a company, might be able to help you in some way."
Gao Naiyun's eyes lit up briefly with hope, but it quickly dimmed again. "Well, maybe I'm just not cut out for doing streaming. I won't trouble you, landlord."
After exchanging a few words with this girl, Yang Ruoqian probably understood why she wasn't gaining popularity as a live streamer. Even in this private conversation, she appeared timid, and he could imagine how nervous she might get during live broadcasts, perhaps struggling to string together even a complete sentence.
Without a high-quality interactive experience, retaining viewers would be challenging. Furthermore, Gao Naiyun likely lacked awareness of using equipment to enhance her livestreams. Even with her extraordinary looks, she might not stand out among the competition of more experienced highly-photoshoped female streamers.
"How could it be?" Yang Ruoqian wore an amused expression, pausing his pen from signing the documents. "I have some knowledge of this field. Let me take a look at one of your livestream replays. Who knows, maybe I can offer some advice."
Gao Naiyun hesitated for a moment, but her shyness ultimately couldn't overcome her last glimmer of hope. She clenched her teeth and reluctantly handed her phone to Yang Ruoqian.
It seemed like these few actions had depleted all her courage. As soon as the phone left her hand, Gao Naiyun took several steps back, only daring to steal a side glance at Yang Ruoqian.
Yang Ruoqian, after just a few glances at the content, had to resist the urge to smile. It wasn't because Gao Naiyun's livestreams were entertaining; it was because he saw the beckoning 50 million system rewards.
How to describe Gao Naiyun's livestreams?
If a child wanted to understand the concept of "boredom," the best way wasn't to consult a dictionary but to watch one of Gao Naiyun's streams.
"Not bad," Yang Ruoqian handed back the phone, his expression unchanged as he uttered words that went against his true feelings. "I think you have great potential as a live streamer."
Gao Naiyun's dark eyes suddenly seemed to come alive, as if she had grasped the last straw before drowning. "Re…really?"
From initial nervousness to disappointment, then to numbness, and finally, despair. This was the emotional journey for most people who dreamed of making it big.
At times, even a compliment, even when one knew it was mostly a formality, could be a tremendous motivator for the person receiving it.
"It's true." Watching the girl struggle to form coherent sentences in just a few exchanges, Yang Ruoqian felt even more convinced he had discovered a hidden gem. "However, I still have a few questions."
Gao Naiyun's eyes welled up with nervous tears, and her fingers clutched tightly. "Pl…please, go ahead."
"Why do you want to be a live streamer?" Yang Ruoqian inquired, curiosity evident in his voice. Given her personality, it seemed unlikely she would want to be in the spotlight.
Gao Naiyun lowered her head. "My mother... she's sick and needs medical expenses. I heard streaming can make money quickly..."
Girl, you've made the wrong move. Thinking that livestreaming is a quick way to make money is as unrealistic as believing you can stuff sacks with cash by writing novels.
Yang Ruoqian nodded and asked another question. "Have you applied to other entertainment companies? If so, can you tell me why you were rejected?"
After Yang Ruoqian's words, Gao Naiyun remained silent for a while. Then, with hesitation, she said, "They told me it's okay not to be eloquent as long as... as long as I dress... uniquely, and twist around a bit, it can attract attention. But I refused."
The final puzzle piece fell into place. Indeed, this type of streamer was absolutely unlikely to make it big.
The 50 million, I'm coming!
Yang Ruoqian held back his exuberance and maintained a composed demeanour. "Why did you refuse?"
"Because I didn't want to," Gao Naiyun replied firmly, her tone unwavering.
Having spoken, she sneakily stole a glance at Yang Ruoqian, hoping to discern his true intentions from his expression.
However, she found nothing in the calm facade of the young and talented landlord's face. It was disheartening. She was the type who wouldn't compromise even a bit, dreaming of success while clinging to her pride. Wanting both dignity and idealism, refusing to compromise yet expecting to earn a fortune while standing firm—this was simply an unrealistic expectation.
In this world, there was no easy path for such individuals.
No one would want her.
After all, her landlord was a company owner with spare properties to rent out, clearly a successful individual. How could he possibly entertain an aspiring streamer with no apparent commercial value?
Moreover, Yang Ruoqian was young, handsome, and undoubtedly surrounded by many beautiful women. Her looks probably wouldn't even register on his radar.
As expected, she was rejected...
Gao Naiyun struggled to hold back her tears, summoning the last remnants of her dignity. She intended to bid farewell to this city once and for all. "Landlord, I..."
Almost simultaneously, Yang Ruoqian extended his hand towards Gao Naiyun and smiled. "Congratulations, you meet the hiring criteria of our coperation. Now, let's discuss your salary."
"I... I..." Gao Naiyun stuttered, her words caught in her throat. Her dark, shining eyes filled with disbelief. "I... I?"
Met the hiring criteria!?
Her livestream performance was lacklustre, her communication skills were dismal, and her commercial value was almost non-existent. Yet, she met the hiring criteria!?
Could it be that her landlord was secretly the head of a charitable foundation?
"I... I!" Gao Naiyun stammered, her initial reaction getting the better of her. "Can... Can we do twenty-five hundred?"
As the words left her mouth, Yang Ruoqian's brow furrowed into a tight knot.
Gao Naiyun's heart skipped a beat.
Had she asked for too much?
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone