Phi-Fic Chapter 42 Extreme foul language, pure enjoyment
Chapter 42 Extreme foul language, pure enjoyment
Xiao Zhe has handled dozens of contracts; he negotiated the signing of each and every livestreamer's contract.
The terms sounded glamorous: a base salary of 10,000 yuan, a 50/50 split, featured placements, short video distribution, and an opportunity for exposure at the year-end gala. The small-time streamer had never seen anything like it; his eyes lit up at the words "homepage featured," and he signed the contract after flipping through just a couple of pages.
The truly deadly things are buried in the appendix.
Article 13 stipulates that the monthly live streaming time shall not be less than 120 hours. This seems like a small amount, averaging four hours a day. However, a supplementary clause states that months with less than 200,000 RMB in gift revenue will not be counted towards the valid streaming time. Any shortfall will result in a proportional deduction from the base salary, and three consecutive months of failure to meet the target will be considered a breach of contract.
Xiao Zhe had done the math. Of the 200,000 yuan in gift revenue, the platform would take half, and the company would take the other half of the remaining 100,000 yuan, leaving Xiao Zhe with 50,000 yuan.
That sounds alright. But for a streamer with 200,000 followers, without a company investing in them, monthly revenue fluctuates wildly. This month, a top spender spent a million, but what about next month? What if the big spender leaves?
Once the revenue drops below 200,000, the 120 hours of live streaming will be wasted, the base salary will be deducted, and the employee will even owe the company for breach of contract.
Article 21 stipulates that Party B must cooperate with Party A's business activities and offline meet-and-greets. The appendix states "including but not limited to offline meet-and-greets with top consumers on the platform." In other words, it means accompanying the "big brother" (a term of endearment for a powerful figure). Several female livestreamers under Xiao Zhe have done this. Not going? The contract states "cooperation," so not going would be a breach of contract.
Article 37 stipulates that the copyright of all live-streaming content, short videos, and portrait materials generated during the contract period belongs to Party A. Within three years of the contract's expiration, Party A shall not engage in similar live-streaming activities on other platforms. In other words, even if the person leaves, their image remains with the company. They can't broadcast on other platforms.
The penalty for breach of contract is five million.
Xiao Zhe put down his coffee cup, bracing himself for the questions asked across the table, such as "Is the base salary really 10,000?" or "How often are the referral slots given out?" These were usually the kinds of questions.
My phone vibrated.
Three words.
"No contract."
Xiao Zhe was stunned for a moment. He thought he had misread it, so he clicked in and looked at it again.
He sat up straight and typed the message.
"We can discuss this if you're not satisfied with the terms. Which part do you have questions about?"
However, the other party did not send a single message.
Xiao Zhe couldn't drink his coffee anymore.
Damn it, does some amateur streamer really think he's someone important?
"Su Peixue, let me tell you the truth. You have 200,000 followers now, and you think you're all that important. But in the live streaming industry, without a company protecting you, an ordinary person won't go far."
Once the platform's algorithm changes, your traffic can vanish in an instant. And you've probably heard that the livestreaming community on seafood platforms is only so big; you should also inquire about Shengxing's influence on the platform. We can promote whoever we want, and suppress whoever we want, leaving your livestream completely empty.
If you refuse me now, and then want to sign later, the terms won't be the same. Think about it carefully.
After sending this message, he leaned back and waited for the other side to back down.
My phone vibrated.
"Where did this stray dog come from? I'll tell you to get lost, you idiot."
Xiao Zhe's pupils dilated slightly.
He'd worked as a talent agent for six years, rising from assistant to his current position, and had managed three top streamers in their respective categories. Platform operations staff treated him with utmost respect, and his dozen or so streamers called him "Brother Xiao." Being called a "wild dog" by a female streamer who hadn't even graduated yet was a first for him.
Damn it, how can Su Peixue, who seems so quiet and well-behaved, curse so viciously!
Xiao Zhe completely lost his temper. How could he possibly hold back? He pressed the voice button and unleashed a 60-second voice message, cursing for a long time until he finally vented his anger.
I thought to myself, if I don't make the other side cry, I'll admit defeat!
The other party replied instantly.
A red exclamation mark.
I've been blocked.
Holy crap!!!
Xiao Zhe slammed his phone on the table, accidentally knocking over a coffee cup. The freshly brewed, scalding hot coffee spilled directly onto his crotch, leaving him scalded.
It was so hot that Xiao Zhe screamed in pain.
Hurry up and take your pants off.
Just then, someone knocked on the office door, and a subordinate came in.
"Brother Xiao, A-Yi's monthly financial statement is ready and needs your signature. Um, sorry to bother you while you're on business, I'll have to go now."
The subordinates saw that Xiao Zhe was only wearing his underwear in the office.
Wow, I never expected that an agent like Brother Xiao would secretly be messing with fruit in the office.
"Get in here, put the contract on the table, and then get out!!"
Xiao Zhe roared angrily, venting his anger.
He was so angry with Su Peixue that he couldn't utter a word of it for 60 seconds, and as a result, his message was rejected. In the end, he even got burned.
It was a series of devastating blows that made Xiao Zhe completely lose his composure.
The subordinate quickly put the contract on the table, went out and closed the door, then cursed, "What the hell are you doing, pretending to be someone's mother?"
Xiao Zhe stood up and walked to the window, the burning pain from the fishing rod fueling his anger.
I picked up my phone and made a call.
"Hey, Lao Zhou. Help me investigate someone. There's a live-streamer on seafood called Su Peixue, she doesn't have a company. Yes, she's the one who spent a million on Super Fish Treasure. I need all her background information, everything. Family situation, school, where she lives, any dirt on her. The sooner the better."
After hanging up, he dialed another number.
"Third brother, have your guys in those online troll groups get ready. There might be work in a couple of days."
He put down his phone, sat down in his office chair, and tapped his fingers twice on the desk.
Su Peixue?
If we can't get a contract, we'll destroy it.
We can't let someone like that stay out there. Miss Ayi's revenue dropped by 40% last month! For every 10,000 viewers who join Su Peixue's live stream, Ayi loses 5,000. If she's allowed to stream for another three months, Ayi's top spot won't be secure.
A Yi is the biggest cash flow for Shengxing Interactive Entertainment in the LOL section. Although she relies on substitute players, she is good-looking, has good program effects, can tell jokes and make fun of people, and has firmly established herself as a top female LOL streamer.
Su Peixue no longer streams every day; she only streams for half an hour when she's playing games, and she's turned off all the tipping.
However, around 8 p.m. that evening.
The comments in the live stream started to look a bit off.
Su Peixue was playing ranked matches and had just gotten a solo kill on the enemy team with Irelia. The chat was initially flooded with "666" comments, but suddenly the tone changed.
Is it true that Xuexue slept with the top-ranked guy on the leaderboard?
[How many times did the top-ranked fan sleep after spending a million?]
[I've got pictures, go see the fish!]
Su Peixue was switching screens to check the bottom lane when the comments swiped past her out of the corner of her eye. Her hand paused, the mouse hovering over the minimap, and her character stopped for a second. Then she continued last-hitting minions.
The number of comments kept increasing. The moderators started banning users, but for every one they banned, three more appeared.
How much is it per night, Xuexue?