39: Get 50,000 for free

"Host, please select and complete a daily task."

"1. How can you not love your own fans? Send red envelopes in every fan group, 1,000 yuan per group. Money is omnipotent. Reward: 'Family' title."

"'Family' title effect: Disable the donation function in the livestream room."

"2. As a fishing Streamer, occasional exposure is necessary. There isn't a single work on your TikTok account. Do you think you're a blank mahjong tile? Post your first work. Reward: 10,000 yuan in cash."

"3. Are the fans a bit cheeky? You used to ignore me, but now you can't reach me. If a fan unfollows, let them. Reward: 'Confident Greasy Hair' title."

"'Confident Greasy Hair' title effect: Every girl who sees you will feel you are very greasy."

Gao Xiaofan placed his target on Task 2 without hesitation. The rewards for 1 and 3 were simply inhuman.

Closing the donations in the livestream room would be the death of him.

As for the third one, what the hell was 'Confident Greasy Hair'? That was aiming for his little brother's life!

However, filming a video would have to wait. He would ask Brother Lang what shouldn't be filmed when he arrived in the afternoon to avoid causing trouble for others.

Around three in the afternoon, Qu Lang walked in drenched in sweat. He froze for a moment seeing the bare-chested Gao Xiaofan, then also stripped to his waist and sat down.

Under Qu Lang's puzzled gaze, Gao Xiaofan sprinted behind the house.

He then returned with beers and placed them in front of Qu Lang.

"Brother Lang, thanks for the hard work and for making the trip. I soaked the beers in spring water; they're definitely bone-chillingly cold."

Qu Lang instinctively touched the beer in front of him. Sure enough, it was freezing, no different from something just taken out of a freezer. He glanced at Gao Xiaofan, whose upper body was also covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Qu Lang smiled and shook his head. "Brother, my biggest gain from joining the Program Production Crew this time is getting to know you."

Gao Xiaofan grinned shamelessly. "Me too."

Then, the two of them burst into laughter.

The signing of the contract went smoothly with basically no issues, except for a casual stroke of Qu Lang's pen that allowed Gao Xiaofan to receive that 50,000 yuan salary.

"Xiaofan, I don't have much authority. At most, I can only get you another salary. Just don't think it's too little." After Qu Lang finished, he couldn't help but sigh again, remembering the miserable days lately.

Gao Xiaofan suddenly turned serious. "The salary doesn't matter, but this is a gesture from you, Brother. How could I think it's too little?"

The two chatted for a while longer. After Qu Lang finished his beer, he prepared to leave, turning back at the door.

"Right, someone will come to connect the electricity later. Wait at home for a bit."

Gao Xiaofan nodded and watched Qu Lang leave. Once he was out of sight, Gao Xiaofan excitedly looked at the contents of the newly signed contract.

"Sweet."

What was originally a choice between two options became both thanks to Qu Lang's casual stroke—the salary would continue to be paid, and all the gift revenue from the livestream room would also belong to Gao Xiaofan.

This meant these 50,000 were essentially for free.

After calming down, he remembered to complete the task. He had asked Qu Lang earlier, and Qu Lang said as long as he didn't explicitly reveal the Program Production Crew's content, it was fine. In other words, Gao Xiaofan could film whatever he wanted.

Gao Xiaofan thought for a long time but couldn't think of what to film. After all, video creation was a completely foreign field to him. He couldn't come up with a good script even after a long while.

Eventually, he stopped thinking and just opened TikTok, planning to simply record his beautiful life.

As soon as he opened TikTok, he found that the number of messages in several fan groups had skyrocketed. Occasionally, he could see a few curse words. Gao Xiaofan frowned and clicked on them.

My Fate is Mine to Control: "Why can't people speak their minds anymore? You bunch of brain-dead fans."

My Fate is Mine to Control: "I said the Streamer is dead, so what? Fuck."

My Fate is Mine to Control: "Dumbass, dumbass, dumbass."

Without knowing the specific reason, this fan was constantly hurling abuse in every fan group. Several of his hardcore fans were arguing with the person, but because none of them had administrative permissions, they couldn't kick him out.

This led to the fan cursing even more gleefully, and many people in the fan groups couldn't take it and left.

Gao Xiaofan frowned, searched for this person in every fan group, kicked them out one by one, and set it so they weren't allowed back in.

With his fingers tapping rapidly, he set several hardcore fans as administrators and pulled those who weren't in the groups back in. After finishing all this, he felt mentally and physically exhausted; this was more tiring than fishing for Alligator Gar.

"Splash!" The Sturgeon in the live fish box beside him kept tossing about, splashing bits of water.

Gao Xiaofan's eyes lit up. Wasn't this the material he needed?

He opened the camera and started recording.

Five minutes later, a video was uploaded to his TikTok account. Then he mentioned it in the WeChat hardcore fan group, asking them to promote it in the various fan groups.

Gao Xiaofan: "I posted a video. Can you guys promote it? I've set you all as administrators."

Intentional Punch: "I've become a fan group administrator (Proud)."

Online ID: "I'm in 74 fan groups, and I'm an administrator in all of them. Did Brother Fan set this?"

Intentional Punch: "Why am I only in four? (Panic)"

Li Yuer: "I'm also in 74 fan groups. If you want to join, just join."

...The voice in his mind rang out right on time after the video was posted.

"Task completed. The 10,000 yuan reward has been deposited."

Gao Xiaofan didn't pay any more attention to the WeChat messages because the staff for the electricity connection had arrived. He couldn't just stand by while others were busy, so he handed out cigarettes and helped out.

Both rooms were connected with wires and power strips. Gao Xiaofan even asked for an extra power strip with a cord that was a full 20 meters long. Although the staff didn't know what he wanted it for, they gave it to him anyway since he was a guest of the Program Production Crew.

Once the work was finished and the staff were sent off, he hurriedly took out his charger to charge his phone and sat on the bed playing with it.

In just an hour, the video likes had already surpassed 50,000, and there were over 10,000 comments.

Opening the video, Gao Xiaofan's voice came from the phone.

"Hello everyone, I'm Brother Wo Zi. It's been a long time since we last met."

On the phone screen, Gao Xiaofan was baring his teeth in a grin, his left hand gripping a Sturgeon that was still struggling vigorously.

"I'm currently in Annan City! Everyone, guess what I'm here for?"

Clicking on the comments section, the comments from several hardcore fans were at the top.

Intentional Punch: "Brother Wo Zi is up to something big. Looking forward to it!"

Online ID: "Welcome Brother Wo Zi's fans to the group (Group chat link)."

Li Yuer: "I really want to say it, Brother Wo Zi!"

Gao Xiaofan smiled, turned off his phone, and walked to the car to take out an oversized Stall Light Bulb.

When he first started wild fishing, he couldn't afford a professional fishing light, so he bought a large Stall Light Bulb for 9.9. It could be charged, powered by a power bank, or plugged into a power strip. Hanging it on a tree fully charged made him the brightest guy by the river.

He connected the power strip, ran it out through the window to the back of the house, and plugged in the light bulb adapter.

He flipped the switch, and seeing the bright bulb, Gao Xiaofan nodded in satisfaction.

Then he went back inside, grabbed an entrenching tool, and began to level the uneven ground.

Serving Qu Lang well could earn him 50,000. Having tasted the sweetness, he was full of energy.