[Breeze: Yes, I can. Please wait a minute, Mr. Taka. I will end my stream.]
[Mr. Taka: Hahaha, take your ti. I will wait for you in the café where we t before.]
[Breeze: Yes.]
Following that, he changed his stream screen again and read the chat.
— Did you go poop?
— Nah, he's p1ssing
— lolol
— Did sothing happen?
— You don't look pretty good.
Looking at his face, the chat asked worriedly. His nervousness was shown at the word urgent. The combination of it and his superior, technically, wasn't good.
It was around 3:30 PM. And he could use this ti to et Mr. Taka to rest and recover from exhaustion.
"Hahah, I am fine. But I need to end the stream right now. There is an urgent matter that I need to stop the streaming right now. Maybe I will continue tonight or tomorrow."
— so THERE IS a problem
— hang in there!
— You can settle the problem first.
— Good luck!
— I hope it's nothing bad
"Nah, it's nothing bad."
'I hope,' he added in his mind while praying silently.
[Livestream ended!]
He ended the stream and logged out from Midnight Heist. Then, he went to Biozone Entertainnt's Lobby, which had already been recorded in his VR capsule. There was no need to enter the code anymore, as the system recognized him as an affiliated strear.
Arriving at the Lobby, he imdiately entered the ntioned café. Waiting for him in the corner was Mr. Taka, dressed nicely and neatly.
"Breeze, over here." He called out to him while beckoning him to get closer. "Co, sit."
"I am sorry that it took a while, Mr. Taka. I need to end the stream earlier." Max said as he sat down across from him.
"No worries. Do you want to eat sothing? Our company has the latest artificial palate. It makes food taste really similar to the real world." Mr. Taka said, pointing at the platter in front of him. "We can talk over food.
It's nothing bad, so don't make that nervous expression."
"Ah…" He scratched the back of his head, "Well, I heard it's urgent. Does it still show on my face? I thought I managed to hide it quite well."
"When you et many kinds of people, you will just know about it from the feelings." The marketing team manager chuckled, "Anyway, I have good news for you. Although, as I said in the ssage, it's quite urgent."
"Good news, is it?"
Hearing that, he relaxed imdiately. At least it wasn't sothing bad. The drama from before flashed in his mind. Even though he didn't really care and used it to boost his popularity, getting accused of doing sothing bad was still unpleasant.
And the good news was exactly what he needed to forget about that.
Mr. Taka ate so fries and smiled.
"I got an ad offer for you if you're interested."
His eyes widened when he heard that. Ad offer? Just a week after he signed the contract with Biozone, did he get an ad offer?
Not only that, the one who told him was the marketing team manager directly, soone who shouldn't have done sothing like this.
Seeing his expression, Mr. Taka smirked.
"We just don't have a mber responsible for making contact with you yet, so I am taking that job for a while. Also, this ad offer ca from an important sponsor that trusted Biozone Entertainnt's affiliated strear for quite a long ti. It would have a nice pay."
This ti, his ear moved slightly. Nice pay.
His motivation shot through the roof. But he had a question.
"If it's an important sponsor, is it okay to leave it to ? Won't the other affiliated strears be a better choice?"
Among the 25 affiliated strears in Biozone Entertainnt, he was probably the youngest and most inexperienced one. Not only that, his average viewers were also the lowest. There was soone who had an average of 50K and 75K viewers who got affiliated with Biozone.
While the offer had nice pay, and he was interested in it, he was afraid this would make the other affiliated strears think badly of him.
"Usually, that would be the case." Mr. Taka answered. "But this ad offer is a bit special, as I said. The client not only wants to promote their product but also wants to make a short ad video. In short, they wanted an actor and not a usual strear. Not only that, but the requirent is…"
Mr. Taka paused for a while and pushed up his glasses.
"They want a handso person to shoot their film with. And we only have 4 candidates, including you." He said, "After looking at their schedule and possibility… Only you are left."
The way he said it was as if there was no other choice but to choose Max.
Still, what did that matter? He was still chosen in the end, which also showed that Mr. Taka still considered him to be a candidate. It would be worse if he wasn't considered at all.
From the marketing team leader's tone earlier, he also seed to realize what he was saying and felt slightly bad about putting him at the end of possibility.
Again, Max was fine with it and smiled.
"May I hear about the ad?"
At his question, Mr. Taka smiled softly like an uncle who was proud of his nephew. Based on their age, it wasn't an exaggeration if they looked like that from a stranger's perspective.
"Sure, sure. It's a sneaker ad with a brand called NoFeet. They are a pretty big company and will release new running shoes. So they will need a short video to promote it. Their requirent is to have a handso strear to do the video."
"A handso strear…"
That must be the reason why there were only 4 candidates left from 25. He smiled wryly.
Though indirectly, that ant people still considered him handso. Not that he realized it himself. Compared to his past life, his face indeed had improved.
"Hahaha, yes. Many people praised your appearance before, right? So you fit the requirent, at least that's what I think."
A dry chuckle escaped Max's lips as he was praised openly. There was no one praising his appearance before, safe for the chat. And he knew most of them were trolls.
"Anyway." Mr. Taka coughed into his mouth. "The plan was to shoot a running advertisent in the real world, just like normal. But that was scratched once I sent your latest Punchtube video to the sponsor. They are eager to have you shoot a similar video using their brand-new shoes."
"Are you talking about my parkour video?" Max asked, eyes widened in surprise.
If he didn't hear it wrong, then Mr. Taka ntioned that the shot would be held IRL and not in the VR world.
"Yes. They want to replicate that for their ads. Is it possible?" Mr. Taka asked with a worried tone, "I know it's dangerous IRL. We can convince them to do it in the VR if you agre–"
"Let's do this ad, Mr. Taka. And IRL is good. Rather, that will be better."
Max was getting excited. Parkour IRL? Where could he get hurt and bleed? Sign him up imdiately. That was what he was waiting for.
Mr. Taka was baffled at his excitent.
"Well…" The marketing team manager pushed his glasses up, "I take that you agreed to be in the ad."
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