Whoosh—
Ten rockets were launched.
The fan count in the Mech Girl's livestream instantly surged by 100,000.
Each fan point was worth 0.1 yuan, so 100,000 fan points translated to 10,000 Great Xia coins.
After platform fees.
Qin Muyan could net over 7,000 yuan.
This was enough to cover her rent and living expenses for three months.
"Holy crap."
"Brother Hao!"
"That wealthy patron who offered a million for an answer."
"He's finally back in the game."
"Streamer, you're in luck."
"Being noticed by a big shot like that, you'll never have to worry about food or clothing again!"
"Brother Hao, you rich guy, don't say we didn't warn you... The streamer has never shown her face, be careful, she might be a super troll!"
"..."
The previously dull livestream room.
With Meng Hao's 10 rockets and his fame on Bilibili, it instantly became lively.
Facing the playful "friendly reminders" from the viewers, Meng Hao scoffed.
Were appearance and looks really that important?
Humans were just a collection of bones and carbohydrates, weren't they?
Ugly, beautiful, fat, or thin didn't matter.
Given time, as Meng Hao's black technology products continued to emerge, humanity would eventually become semi-immortal mechanical life forms, much like the cybernetic limb implants in science fiction.
Flesh is weak, embrace transcendence through machinery!
Meng Hao had entered the livestream room as soon as Qin Muyan started streaming.
Her predictions about the future of mechs, as mentioned by this faceless streamer, gave Meng Hao a sense of exhilarating camaraderie, as if he had found a kindred spirit.
This further solidified his decision to have this Mech Girl become his livestream sales host.
Responsibility, integrity, and a passion for mechanical technology – these traits perfectly matched all of Meng Hao's pre-set requirements.
Following this, Meng Hao chose to connect via voice call!
Meng Hao understood the saying "A person fears fame, just as a pig fears being fattened."
Before he felt the conditions were ripe, he had no intention of revealing his true appearance.
Facing the tens of thousands of gifts he had just received.
Qin Muyan felt a little flustered.
Her heart fluttered like a thousand little deer.
Although she had long admired Meng Hao, she always felt there was an insurmountable gap between them.
She had fantasized about Meng Hao suddenly finding her.
But when these fantasies suddenly came true.
Qin Muyan became somewhat at a loss.
Various strange thoughts swirled in her mind.
What if this Brother Hao was interested in me...
What if this Brother Hao was a bald old man worth hundreds of millions, with a domineering wife, who would force himself on me...
What if this Brother Hao, like other top gifters, had inappropriate intentions towards me...
Even though Qin Muyan was a science-minded woman with rigorous logical thinking, she was still a recent graduate, and like other girls her age, she couldn't help but have some peculiar girlish fantasies!
"Hello, streamer, quickly accept the voice call request..."
"If such a wealthy patron is kept waiting, it would be a huge loss..."
"Now is not the time to be coy..."
Under the urging of the livestream viewers.
Qin Muyan, feeling flustered for the first time, fumbled to accept Meng Hao's voice call request.
Beep!
The voice call was successful.
Meng Hao's voice echoed in the livestream room.
"Hello!"
Clear.
Pleasant.
With a hint of laziness.
His age seemed to be between 20 and 35.
There was no trace of the aged weariness of a forty or fifty-year-old man.
For some reason, Qin Muyan felt a sense of relief.
But the next second.
What this Brother Hao said completely stunned Qin Muyan and the entire livestream.
"I plan to sponsor you, name your price!"
Silence.
Stillness.
Not a sound.
Then, the screen was flooded with bullet comments, like mud plastered on a wall.
"Holy crap, amazing!"
"As expected of the wealthy patron who offered a million for an answer."
"Direct and to the point, no beating around the bush."
"Does this confidence stem from the legendary power of money!"
"..."
A blush crept across Qin Muyan's face.
She had pre-planned dozens of scenarios for her first interaction with Meng Hao, even including romantic moonlit rendezvous, powerful CEO-style wall-grabs, and even chaotic, drunken encounters!
She had never, ever imagined.
That this big shot would simply blurt out, "I want to sponsor you."
What was the difference between this and shamelessly saying, "Wanna hook up?" in front of everyone.
Just as Qin Muyan bit her rosy lips, unsure how to respond.
Meng Hao seemed to realize his abruptness and quickly explained.
"Our company intends to try a livestream sales marketing strategy."
"We want to sponsor your livestream for a month, and aside from your regular streams, you'll only be allowed to sell our products!"
"If the results are good, I'll direct my followers to you and increase the investment!"
Huh?
Oh?
Hmm?
There was no dramatic "CEO falls in love with me" scenario as imagined.
Nor was there the cliché plot of a wealthy tycoon spending a fortune just to make a beauty smile.
This Brother Hao had spent over ten thousand Great Xia coins simply as a gesture to get this Mech Girl to become his company's sales host.
Sigh!
How boring!
No juicy gossip to be had!
The viewers, who had already prepared their stools, melon seeds, peanuts, and sweet rice porridge, were all disappointed and booed when they realized there was no drama to be had.
Qin Muyan herself felt a slight, unexplainable disappointment.
However.
She quickly composed herself.
"Esteemed patron, what is your surname?"
"Meng, with no need for humble pretense!"
Qin Muyan paused and then asked the question most important to her as a streamer.
"How much are you planning to offer to sponsor me... oh no, to have me endorse your company's mech products for a month?"
Meng Hao replied without hesitation.
"Fifty thousand."
"Does that align with market rates?"
"I'm not too familiar with the salary expectations for livestream sales. If it's not enough, we can add more!"
Fifty thousand?
And he was asking if it was enough?
This price was considered high even for a mainstream streamer with twenty to thirty thousand genuine followers.
Qin Muyan, who just minutes ago was planning to dejectedly leave the livestreaming circle and find a job assembling screws to support herself, stared at Meng Hao's avatar on their voice call, her mouth nearly splitting into a grin.
Who would have thought.
This world was always full of miracles.
She, a humble, obscure streamer on the verge of quitting and looking for work, was actually receiving an advertisement.
And it started with a gesture of ten thousand yuan and a sales fee of fifty thousand.
Even more importantly, this product was something she excelled at and loved most: technological machinery, mechs over ten meters tall.
Most importantly of all, this benefactor named Meng Hao was a celebrity on Bilibili who shared her passion for mechs and whom she had long admired.
"Holy crap."
"Brother Hao is generous."
"Just casually offering fifty thousand in compensation plus ten thousand as a goodwill gesture."
"Sixty thousand yuan, that's enough to hire a mainstream streamer with tens of thousands of followers, right?"
"..."
Qin Muyan suppressed the urge to immediately agree. She didn't blame the viewers for speaking their minds and instead advised Meng Hao.
"Brother Hao, I'm just a small streamer with less than three thousand followers!"
"Fifty thousand yuan is indeed too much."
"Would you like to reconsider?"
Meng Hao replied without hesitation, decisively.
"No need to reconsider."
"It's you."
"If you think fifty thousand is too little, we can add more!"