Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Chapter 24: S Contract

"No problem." Jiang Siming was straightforward, admitting openly.

He already had the idea of live streaming, so since someone extended an olive branch, he naturally didn’t mind.

"Okay, I’ll give them your number. If you’re free later, you can discuss on the phone, right, Brother Ming? Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on them for you."

Dumb Little Sister had the air of standing by her man, making the Douyu executives watching the livestream turn black-faced.

"Please, you’re part of our platform, shouldn’t you consider our interests?"

After Jiang Siming agreed, he quickly received a call from the other party.

They agreed to meet tomorrow noon in Shanghai.

In preparation for tomorrow’s meeting, Jiang Siming could only accompany the two girls in a couple of rounds before logging off to rest.

The two girls understood well and ended the broadcast together.

Jiang Siming shut down his computer. It was already 1 a.m., and he wanted to catch a bit more sleep from the morning he had missed.

After taking a shower, Jiang Siming walked out wearing only underwear, intending to return to his bedroom to sleep.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, Wang Xinyi, who wanted to use the bathroom, opened the door and, upon seeing Jiang Siming, screamed and hurried back to her room, covering her face.

"Uh..."

Jiang Siming felt a bit awkward. He didn’t expect Wang Xinyi to still be awake at this hour, so he was only in his underwear and was seen.

"Sorry, Xinyi. I’ll make sure to wear clothes next time."

Apologizing towards Wang Xinyi’s room direction, Jiang Siming returned to his room to sleep.

But Wang Xinyi, who rushed back to her room, no longer had the urge to use the bathroom. She lay on the bed, her face all red.

In her mind were images of Jiang Siming’s half-naked body, and she couldn’t shake them off, finding it hard to fall asleep.

On the other hand, Jiang Siming, carefree, lay on the bed and quickly felt drowsy.

He slept until the next morning.

"Morning, Xinyi."

As Wang Xinyi woke up while getting ready in the bathroom, Jiang Siming greeted her.

Wang Xinyi’s head quickly dropped, her voice small as she replied, "Morning," not daring to say much.

"Uh... Gulu gulu... You seem to have eye bags. Didn’t sleep well last night?" Jiang Siming, brushing his teeth with his big white smile, asked warmly.

"You’re too modest. Besides, I’m not that removed from the real world. Having the opportunity to sign such a promising new anchor for the company, I should be thanking you instead."

Zhao Xuan smiled faintly, adept at measuring her words.

"No need for too many polite words. Let’s get straight to the point. I believe someone might have briefed you on some contract details. I won’t haggle or take advantage. Frankly, an S-level contract, ten years, wouldn’t be unfair to you, right?"

Saying so, Zhao Xuan took out a contract from her briefcase.

In fact, she had three different contracts in her bag, each representing ABS grades.

All prepared for Jiang Siming.

Originally, Zhao Xuan planned that if the other party didn’t satisfy her demands, she’d try to settle with a B-grade contract at most, maybe an A-grade.

But now, she changed her mind. Haggling might upset the other party, and if other platforms took advantage of the situation, it wouldn’t be good. So, she directly presented the S-grade contract.

Jiang Siming took the contract and examined it slowly, while Zhao Xuan didn’t disturb him, quietly drinking water and occasionally glancing at Jiang Siming.

No matter how she looked at it, she felt Jiang Siming’s appearance was not fit to be wasted as just a star.

Especially when he looked intently at the contract, that serious and focused look, it actually had some impact on her.

"Impossible, men are not worth it."

Zhao Xuan poured a bucket of cold water on her heart, and the strange feeling she had just disappeared instantly.

After checking the contract, Jiang Siming looked up and said to Zhao Xuan, "The contract is fine, the treatment is very generous, I have no reason to refuse."

An annual salary of ten million, with Jiang Siming getting sixty percent of the gift shares, and no specific condition for receiving gifts each month during his 300 hours of live streaming. For a newcomer like Jiang Siming, who had never done live streaming before, this was an almost divine treatment, transforming from an ugly duckling to a swan.

This contract was entirely S-grade, the only difference being the contract’s duration.

Hearing Jiang Siming’s words, Zhao Xuan’s lips curled up, showing a triumphant smile, "Then let’s sign the contract."

But Jiang Siming shook his head with a smile, "But I still refuse."

Zhao Xuan was taken aback, furrowing her embroidered eyebrows. The little fondness she had for Jiang Siming evaporated. She thought Jiang Siming wanted to greedily raise the price.

"Mr. Jiang, you should know that this contract is top-notch in the entire livestreaming industry. What are you not satisfied with?"

Jiang Siming smiled gracefully and replied, "Ms. Zhao, you misunderstood. I’m not looking to raise the price."

"Then what do you mean?"

Jiang Siming pushed the contract back, tapping the clause at the end of the contract with his slender fingers.