Am I a crispy college student? The whole internet says that I'm hard to kill!

When Zheng He first came over, he was worried that Wu Bin, being a college student, might be difficult to communicate with and not understand the stakes involved.

But now it seemed that he had been completely overthinking it.

With just a few words, Wu Bin had already started waiting for him to make an offer.

This indicated that Wu Bin had long considered the idea of monetizing through live broadcasting.

Zheng He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Fortunately, he had arrived early. If platforms like Douyin or Kuaishou had signed Wu Bin first, he reckoned he’d have nightmares that night.

Thinking this, Zheng He said, "Student Wu Bin, after careful consideration by our station, this is what we propose."

"As long as you agree to let us continue following and filming you, we’ll split the live broadcast earnings fifty-fifty. How does that sound?"

Wu Bin shook his head.

"Fifty-fifty is too much, isn’t it? I’m just a student, I haven’t done anything, so taking that much wouldn’t be appropriate."

Fifty-fifty is too much?

He Bingbing was somewhat puzzled standing on the side.

In her view, Wu Bin was obviously at a loss taking fifty-fifty.

Zheng He’s offer wasn’t set in stone; he had offered these terms with room for negotiation in mind.

He had been prepared for Wu Bin to refuse him, but who would have thought that Wu Bin would say fifty-fifty was too much?

Zheng He couldn’t help but say, "Student Wu Bin, don’t joke with me, a fifty-fifty split isn’t a lot."

"I know, but you were joking with me first, weren’t you?"

Zheng He: ...

With that remark, Zheng He found himself at a loss for words.

This kid was tough to handle!

Quite the old hand!

After a moment of silence, Zheng He asked again, "So, Student Wu Bin, what’s your take? Please feel free to tell us directly."

Having lived two lives, Wu Bin found negotiating contracts a piece of cake.

He casually said, "Look, for following and filming me, you just provide a camera and a cameraman, set up a live broadcast, and make money that easily, and then split it with me fifty-fifty? That’s unfair."

"If I were to do my own live broadcast, all I need to buy is a slightly better phone, and the account would still be mine, right?"

Zheng He instantly broke out in a sweat and quickly tried to explain, "That’s not quite the way to put it, Student Wu Bin. Our cameramen and equipment are professional..."

Wu Bin waved his hand to cut him off.

"I’m just doing daily life broadcasts; why would I need such professionalism? Moreover, if I did want professionalism, Douyin and Kuaishou could do that too."

Now Zheng He was left with nothing to say.

If Wu Bin was determined to replace them, anyone could take their spot.

Wu Bin continued, "And look at my situation, every time I get sick, it’s a severe illness, like each time I have walked a round at death’s door. I’m literally earning money with my life!"

"It’s no exaggeration to say that this is my blood and sweat money."

"For you to want to evenly split my hard-earned money, don’t you think that’s a bit too much?"

Zheng He had initially thought that coming here personally, he would be able to handle Wu Bin easily.

But he had not expected Wu Bin to be so tough!

"Then, Student Wu Bin, please state your demands directly; how do you wish to split it?"

Wu Bin said, "I have only two simple requirements. If you can meet them, we’ll collaborate. If you can’t, then I will look for someone else."

"First, an earnings split of twenty-eighty in the live broadcast room, with me taking eighty percent."

"Second, you have to sign a five-year live broadcast contract with me, regardless of whether my popularity declines in the future. You must follow and film me, and pay me a base salary of twenty thousand yuan per month."

Hisss!

Upon hearing Wu Bin’s demands, Zheng He’s face turned green.

These demands were just too much!

Zheng He really wanted to refuse outright, but when he thought about the huge profits Wu Bin had brought to the TV station in recent times, he just couldn’t bring himself to say it.

"Wu Bin, I need to run this by the higher-ups,"

Wu Bin looked at him with suspicion etched across his face.

"Aren’t you the head of the TV station? Why do you need to ask for permission?"

Zheng He offered an awkward smile.

"Even at our TV station, it’s not just up to me. Give me a moment; we’re going to have a quick meeting."

Zheng He, accompanied by a group of TV station leaders, walked out of the hospital room and immediately called the accountant to make a revenue forecast for the live broadcast studio.

The results came out quickly.

They discovered that if they agreed to Wu Bin’s demands and maintained the current level of popularity, their TV station would still profit, albeit not by much.

"This kid, he must have done his calculations already,"

Zheng He was so frustrated it made his teeth itch.

Are all college students these days so difficult to deal with?

"What should we do, Station Head? Should we agree to his demands?"

"I think we can’t agree. The situation he’s in is unlikely to happen often. He’s asking for a five-year contract; how could he possibly be ill for five years?"

"Yes, I also think that his situation is just a flash in the pan, and signing a long-term contract with him really isn’t necessary."

As Zheng He was hesitating, a familiar voice came from afar.

"Yo, isn’t that Zheng He? What are you all doing standing at the door?"

Zheng He looked back and saw that the speaker was none other than Yin Shize, the Director of Douyin.

"What are you doing here?"

Yin Shize said with a smile, "I came to see the fragile college student. Our boss found him quite interesting, and we came to pay him a visit."

Zheng He cursed inwardly on the spot.

Do you really find him interesting?

You’re here to sign him, aren’t you!

We’ve been old rivals; each knows the other well.

Zheng He made up his mind and walked back into the hospital room.

Yin Shize tried to follow, but the others stopped him.

"Director Yin, Wu Bin needs to rest now. You can’t disturb him."

"Yes, Director Yin, you’ve come at an unfortunate time. Now is not the time for visitors."

Yin Shize was taken aback at first, but then he got angry.

"Bullshit, Zheng He just went in, didn’t he?"

"I see, you guys at the TV station also want to sign Wu Bin, right?"

"Despicable and shameless! To use such a tactic, Zheng He, I have lost all respect for you!"

No matter how much Yin Shize yelled outside, Zheng He simply ignored him.

He approached Wu Bin and said very seriously, "Wu Bin, we’ve agreed to the demands you made earlier. The contract will be brought over immediately, just wait a moment."

Five minutes later, a freshly printed contract was brought in, and Wu Bin could even smell the scent of the ink on it.

It seemed Station Head Zheng was even more anxious than he was.

After confirming there were no issues with the contract, both parties signed, Zheng He stamped it, and they each kept a copy.

Signing the contract, Zheng He finally felt a weight lifted off his chest.

He walked out of the hospital room with the contract in hand, only to see Yin Shize in high spirits.

"Old Yin, look at you, just missing your chance. Wu Bin has fallen asleep,"

"Since we rarely meet, come on, I’ll treat you to a meal."

Yin Shize was furious.

"Treat my ass! Keep dreaming, Zheng He, even if you signed him, you still can’t compete with us!"