Before he logged off, Meng Fan’s 8th Station streaming UP level had reached level 15.
UP15 required an 8th Station score of 109810, and Meng Fan had a bit more than 110,000.
Each streamer from 8th Station received a level for every 100 gourds given. If they were golden gourds, based on the 1000:1 ratio of the currency, Meng Fan had still made over 10,000 HXB worth in gifts, with half of it going to the platform.
Of course, many of these included silver gourds that couldn’t be redeemed, so his actual revenue capped at about 3500 HXB.
If he thought about it, his revenue from every live broadcast was still relatively high, averaging about 400. He could make about 10,000 roughly solely relying on his live stream.
Of course, making 10,000 a month was not as good as drawing illustrations for novels.
When Meng Fan had taken the jobs from FlatHeadBro, Mr.Sleepy, and Anxious, he had also selected a fourth one to illustrate after careful consideration. Essentially, he was doing work for four novels, with each paying him 1500 a week. Added up, he made 6000 a week.
Still, the issue was that he didn’t have time to read novels. Otherwise, at his speed, it would be a breeze to complete the illustrations for one book each day, easily taking on seven a week and making his weekly earnings over 10,000.
However, Meng Fan was not in it for the money.
Doing illustrations was purely for the exposure these authors would bring him. Evidently, all four of these authors were very influential.
Especially Mr.Sleepy. If he put half of his efforts regarding anything else towards updating his novels, even one-third of his efforts, Meng Fan would give him at least two more drafts per submission.
“Forty-two thousand!”
After putting away his phone, Meng Fan looked at his progress with the [Famous Streamer] in his ‘mind’. The total number of viewers had reached 153,000, meaning this stream alone had gained 42,000 viewers.
The ratio of online viewers to total viewers had expanded to 1:2.1. The greater ratio indicated a higher number of people entering and leaving his channel.
For other streamers, this was a sign of inability to keep people interested. However, to Meng Fan, it meant the number of people who had mistakenly entered, or just randomly strayed in had increased dramatically.
This kind of in and out flow was exactly what Meng Fan needed to complete his mission.
For other streamers, this was useless.
After adding +6 validations, it was as if he was still on the recommendations list. Meng Fan was quite satisfied.
And he knew that as time passed, the metaphysical power of his ‘validation’ would be stronger.
The higher his validation was, the more viewers he would have, attracting more attention and increasing the rank of his channel on the front page. Then, he would have more presence on 8th Station…..
What a beneficial cycle.
Advancing at this speed, Meng Fan felt that he could complete the final task of [Famous Streamer] and reach 1 million views. Reaching the final 10 million views was in sight as well. He could even see the tip of the 100 million goal!
Meng Fan was excited just thinking about the charisma attributes.
Meng Fan recognized that the metaphysical attribute of ‘validation’ was quite useful for his streaming task. The only thing that made him a little unhappy was the 5 phone calls, 12 texts and 35 WeChat messages he had received in the last two hours!
If he hadn’t turned off the notifications for Weibo, there would be even more.
This made Meng Fan more and more determined to redeem the “Stream assistant” with 1000 points.
“You… Were you just streaming?”
As he put away his phone and started drawing his manuscripts, a small figure appeared next to him. It was the cute girl with freckles, who stopped three steps away from him. She looked slightly uneasy but curious.
“Yep.”
When Meng Fan saw it was her, he smiled and nodded.
Perhaps it was because of the rumors regarding Meng Fan’s confrontation with the pickpocket on the bus; the freckled girl had concluded that he was a good person. Once she saw Meng Fan’s smile and his harmless nature, she built up the courage and pointed to the manuscripts on his desk. “Can I see what you’re working on?”
Meng Fan took one out and handed it to her. He then gathered the remaining drafts and pens for his show to put away.
“Wow, you’re really good.”
The freckled girl was very serious as she carefully looked at his drawing. It was only when she saw Meng Fan had packed all his things that she reluctantly handed his drawing back to him. “I’m also in the animation department, going into second year.”
She wanted to say something but didn’t know what to say, staring at Meng Fan awkwardly.
Meng Fan felt really awkward too. He thought about it and said, “Actually, the other day at the library, I lost a bet with someone so I had to run around confessing to girls, so sorry for the trouble I caused. And before at the studio, I wasn’t trying to stalk you. I really just work here.”
Regardless, he had to clear up some misunderstandings.
“I know, I’ve heard people talking about the iron hero’s confession spree these last few days.” The freckled girl stopped, then continued sternly, “I think the iron hero is an endearing term, not trying to make fun of you or anything.”
“I think so, too.”
Meng Fan saw that the freckled girl had also packed her stuff into her art tube, so he headed out of the studio. The freckled girl also got up to leave.
“I’m leaving.”
The administrator who had been munching on sunflower seeds waved at Meng Fan and the girl; a mother like smile still plastered on her face. As she watched the two leave, she couldn’t help but think to herself; it must be good to be young.
“Me? I’m going that way.”
At the intersection, one path led to the girls’ dorm and the other to the boys.
Meng Fan was still thinking about the stream assistant, so when he saw the path to the girls’ dorm had been well lit by streetlights, he smiled and jogged back to his own dormitory.
Besides, it was strange to walk a girl he just met back to her dormitory.
Yes, this was what Meng Fan—the guy who had never liked a girl, been in love, or had a relationship—thought of the situation.
It was almost 10 when he reached the dormitory. Zhang Zhou Wei was feeding away on his video game and Xing Ta Ge was basking in a face mask video chatting with his girlfriend. From the sound of it, he had a new one again. The previous one sounded more loli, while this one had a more feminine tone to her voice, sounding better than the last.
“Da Qiang hasn’t come back yet?”
“He’s on a date, probably not coming back tonight.” Zhang Zhou Wei said a little enviously as he removed his headphones.
“He’s that efficient?”
“Why, you think everyone is like Zhou Wei, living in a purely spiritual relationship?” Xing Ta Ge interrupted.
“That’s still better than you, you playboy!” Zhang Zhou Wei said bitterly. Even so, to call him a playboy was already an understatement.
Xing Ta Ge didn’t bat an eye, going out of his way to avoid his new girlfriend on the other end of his phone. “Do you know why playboys are playboys? Think about it yourself.”
Meng Fan was speechless. This sounded like something he only said to girls.
This kind of topic was avoided like the plague by some guys, but when it came to Xing Ta Ge, it was almost a byproduct. No, it should be a giant red flag.
Makes sense.
For a self-repairing guy like Xing Ta Ge, his targets would be self-repairing as well. Not to mention, once the words were out, they were simple and direct, as to not waste anyone’s time.
Meng Fan didn’t participate in Zhang Zhou Wei and Xing Ta Ge’s spiritual vs physical debate, so he entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, trying to drown out the sounds outside with the water. He then ‘looked’ towards the [Famous Streamer] taskbar and exchanged the ‘streaming assistant’ from the equipment tab.
His achievement points immediately subtracted 1000, leaving him with 253 left.
A brooch sized object appeared in his hand.
Before he logged off, Meng Fan’s 8th Station streaming UP level had reached level 15.
UP15 required an 8th Station score of 109810, and Meng Fan had a bit more than 110,000.
Each streamer from 8th Station received a level for every 100 gourds given. If they were golden gourds, based on the 1000:1 ratio of the currency, Meng Fan had still made over 10,000 HXB worth in gifts, with half of it going to the platform.
Of course, many of these included silver gourds that couldn’t be redeemed, so his actual revenue capped at about 3500 HXB.
If he thought about it, his revenue from every live broadcast was still relatively high, averaging about 400. He could make about 10,000 roughly solely relying on his live stream.
Of course, making 10,000 a month was not as good as drawing illustrations for novels.
When Meng Fan had taken the jobs from FlatHeadBro, Mr.Sleepy, and Anxious, he had also selected a fourth one to illustrate after careful consideration. Essentially, he was doing work for four novels, with each paying him 1500 a week. Added up, he made 6000 a week.
Still, the issue was that he didn’t have time to read novels. Otherwise, at his speed, it would be a breeze to complete the illustrations for one book each day, easily taking on seven a week and making his weekly earnings over 10,000.
However, Meng Fan was not in it for the money.
Doing illustrations was purely for the exposure these authors would bring him. Evidently, all four of these authors were very influential.
Especially Mr.Sleepy. If he put half of his efforts regarding anything else towards updating his novels, even one-third of his efforts, Meng Fan would give him at least two more drafts per submission.
“Forty-two thousand!”
After putting away his phone, Meng Fan looked at his progress with the [Famous Streamer] in his ‘mind’. The total number of viewers had reached 153,000, meaning this stream alone had gained 42,000 viewers.
The ratio of online viewers to total viewers had expanded to 1:2.1. The greater ratio indicated a higher number of people entering and leaving his channel.
For other streamers, this was a sign of inability to keep people interested. However, to Meng Fan, it meant the number of people who had mistakenly entered, or just randomly strayed in had increased dramatically.
This kind of in and out flow was exactly what Meng Fan needed to complete his mission.
For other streamers, this was useless.
After adding +6 validations, it was as if he was still on the recommendations list. Meng Fan was quite satisfied.
And he knew that as time passed, the metaphysical power of his ‘validation’ would be stronger.
The higher his validation was, the more viewers he would have, attracting more attention and increasing the rank of his channel on the front page. Then, he would have more presence on 8th Station…..
What a beneficial cycle.
Advancing at this speed, Meng Fan felt that he could complete the final task of [Famous Streamer] and reach 1 million views. Reaching the final 10 million views was in sight as well. He could even see the tip of the 100 million goal!
Meng Fan was excited just thinking about the charisma attributes.
Meng Fan recognized that the metaphysical attribute of ‘validation’ was quite useful for his streaming task. The only thing that made him a little unhappy was the 5 phone calls, 12 texts and 35 WeChat messages he had received in the last two hours!
If he hadn’t turned off the notifications for Weibo, there would be even more.
This made Meng Fan more and more determined to redeem the “Stream assistant” with 1000 points.
“You… Were you just streaming?”
As he put away his phone and started drawing his manuscripts, a small figure appeared next to him. It was the cute girl with freckles, who stopped three steps away from him. She looked slightly uneasy but curious.
“Yep.”
When Meng Fan saw it was her, he smiled and nodded.
Perhaps it was because of the rumors regarding Meng Fan’s confrontation with the pickpocket on the bus; the freckled girl had concluded that he was a good person. Once she saw Meng Fan’s smile and his harmless nature, she built up the courage and pointed to the manuscripts on his desk. “Can I see what you’re working on?”
Meng Fan took one out and handed it to her. He then gathered the remaining drafts and pens for his show to put away.
“Wow, you’re really good.”
The freckled girl was very serious as she carefully looked at his drawing. It was only when she saw Meng Fan had packed all his things that she reluctantly handed his drawing back to him. “I’m also in the animation department, going into second year.”
She wanted to say something but didn’t know what to say, staring at Meng Fan awkwardly.
Meng Fan felt really awkward too. He thought about it and said, “Actually, the other day at the library, I lost a bet with someone so I had to run around confessing to girls, so sorry for the trouble I caused. And before at the studio, I wasn’t trying to stalk you. I really just work here.”
Regardless, he had to clear up some misunderstandings.
“I know, I’ve heard people talking about the iron hero’s confession spree these last few days.” The freckled girl stopped, then continued sternly, “I think the iron hero is an endearing term, not trying to make fun of you or anything.”
“I think so, too.”
Meng Fan saw that the freckled girl had also packed her stuff into her art tube, so he headed out of the studio. The freckled girl also got up to leave.
“I’m leaving.”
The administrator who had been munching on sunflower seeds waved at Meng Fan and the girl; a mother like smile still plastered on her face. As she watched the two leave, she couldn’t help but think to herself; it must be good to be young.
“Me? I’m going that way.”
At the intersection, one path led to the girls’ dorm and the other to the boys.
Meng Fan was still thinking about the stream assistant, so when he saw the path to the girls’ dorm had been well lit by streetlights, he smiled and jogged back to his own dormitory.
Besides, it was strange to walk a girl he just met back to her dormitory.
Yes, this was what Meng Fan—the guy who had never liked a girl, been in love, or had a relationship—thought of the situation.
It was almost 10 when he reached the dormitory. Zhang Zhou Wei was feeding away on his video game and Xing Ta Ge was basking in a face mask video chatting with his girlfriend. From the sound of it, he had a new one again. The previous one sounded more loli, while this one had a more feminine tone to her voice, sounding better than the last.
“Da Qiang hasn’t come back yet?”
“He’s on a date, probably not coming back tonight.” Zhang Zhou Wei said a little enviously as he removed his headphones.
“He’s that efficient?”
“Why, you think everyone is like Zhou Wei, living in a purely spiritual relationship?” Xing Ta Ge interrupted.
“That’s still better than you, you playboy!” Zhang Zhou Wei said bitterly. Even so, to call him a playboy was already an understatement.
Xing Ta Ge didn’t bat an eye, going out of his way to avoid his new girlfriend on the other end of his phone. “Do you know why playboys are playboys? Think about it yourself.”
Meng Fan was speechless. This sounded like something he only said to girls.
This kind of topic was avoided like the plague by some guys, but when it came to Xing Ta Ge, it was almost a byproduct. No, it should be a giant red flag.
Makes sense.
For a self-repairing guy like Xing Ta Ge, his targets would be self-repairing as well. Not to mention, once the words were out, they were simple and direct, as to not waste anyone’s time.
Meng Fan didn’t participate in Zhang Zhou Wei and Xing Ta Ge’s spiritual vs physical debate, so he entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, trying to drown out the sounds outside with the water. He then ‘looked’ towards the [Famous Streamer] taskbar and exchanged the ‘streaming assistant’ from the equipment tab.
His achievement points immediately subtracted 1000, leaving him with 253 left.
A brooch sized object appeared in his hand.
