They talked about the details afterward, and Max was honestly satisfied with the offer.
"The shooting will be held on April 29th at the Tag House in Paperful City. It's 3 hour's trip from Li City with a Sky Rail. The final cut of pay you will receive is $27,000. It's already taxed, so that's a pure pay. Do you have any questions?"
One day of work, and he would get 27 grand. That was too sweet.
Not to ntion, he would be able to do parkour in real life.
Tag House, as it was called, was a house for a tag. It was just a person chasing each other, but it was a sport that was recognized by the country and had a worldwide competition with many enthusiasts.
It had many obstacles that could also be used for parkour. This might be the reason why parkour wasn't well known. Even if people could do it, the na of the ga of tag was more famous, and probably no one would call it parkour.
'It's kinda sad.' He thought.
Still, he didn't mind. And he actually had a question for Mr. Taka.
"April 29th… Isn't that so close to the monthly segnt recording, Mr. Taka?"
"It's, indeed. The monthly segnt will be livestread on the company's main Punch channel. We expect more than 200K viewers, and it's being held on April 30th. I can only say… good luck. It will be hard, but I hope you can manage." The marketing team manager laughed, "Welco to strear life."
"Strear life…" Max muttered, and a smile appeared on his life. "I guess it's quite a busy life."
"Hahahaha, yes."
After the business talk was done, they conversed casually. Mr. Taka excused himself as he was still buried with work after saying that soone would accompany him when he went to the shooting location because he still had no manager or a secretary.
Max appreciated that and bid goodbye. He logged out from the VR. His body was drenched in sweat, just like usual. When he looked at the clock, it was still 4:50. He still had ti to rest.
'I will stream again at 7. That way, I can finish the rest of 3 matches and open my Tier before midnight.'
He took a shower and had an early dinner because he had forgotten lunch. Then, he spent ti ssaging his editor, BloodSucker.
[Breeze: Blood, there will be an ad shooting for on 29 and 30. I won't be able to stream that day. Can you use the existing footage from Midnight Heist? Also, can you also edit my parkour footage and improve it?]
His editing was good enough, but it was by no ans a professional level. Compared to BloodSucker's, it was like the editing of a person who had never touched any editing software before.
[BloodSucker: What a demanding boss you are. And I already have your parkour editing in my cloud storage, complete with the thumbnail. Do you need it right now?]
"Whoa…" Max exclaid in pleasant surprise when he read BloodSucker's reply, "He's really working efficiently. That $3,000 is well spent. Well, $4,000 with his reward. This is good."
[Breeze: Yeah, that will be great. I will upload it and announce the editor's na so everyone will know about it. And my superior? I will have him take a look to send it to the sponsor too.]
[BloodSucker: Fine. [AttachedVideo.mp3] Here you go. Just curious, but what's the ad you're talking about? You got one already? You don't need to answer if it's a secret.]
[Breeze: It's okay. I am asked to make a parkour video in real life using the sponsor's product. It's a shoe company called NoFeet.]
[BloodSucker: IRL? Well, congrats. So that's why you ended the stream today. Make sure to record that footage. And buy a better cara. This noble 's editing will be ruined by that trash cara.
The one you used sucks, trash. Buy a new one. The microphone too.]
'Is it that bad?' Max thought.
The current cara he used could record a 4K with 60FPS. In his past life, such a cara was considered really good. But in this advanced technological world, where the cara could record an 8K resolution with 240FPS without any problem, it could also be considered trash.
'I guess it's so bad.' He muttered as he closed the hologram screen he used to browse the cara. 'The audio quality is bad too, far worse than my capsule. I guess I will buy them both.'
[Breeze: Alright. I will record the parkour footage IRL if I am allowed to.]
[BloodSucker: Even if you aren't allowed, sneak record it. It will be a good one. Not anyone can enter Tag House without permission.]
Sneak it. What a man. If he wasn't contracted to Biozone, then he would do that. But this was too risky.
'If I get found out, I will be reprimanded. This guy doesn't think about the consequences.'
He sighed and replied to BloodSucker for the last ti before fixing his sitting position.
'But… Did I ntion that the shooting will be in Tag House? How did he know about it?'
He humd curiously.
'Well, no use thinking about it. I better boot up my VR capsule and buy the cara before I forget.'
Shopping in VR would allow him to see the result of the cara instead of just its specifications. He entered the biggest Mall that the United Nations had to offer.
A variety of gadgets lay in front of his eyes. When he stepped in, he could see many people browsing the articles, accompanied by an AI employee. In fact, an employee appeared on his side from blue pentagons when he entered the store.
"May I help you with sothing?" She asked politely with a smile.
"Yes, can you show an action cara? I prefer the one with a good video stabilizer and can record up to 8K 120FPS. Also, a wireless microphone that has a good sound quality similar to Spencer's latest VR capsule."
"Certainly."
After giving his requirents, the AI employee raised her hands and showed two objects: a small circular cara and a clip-on microphone. The cara was the type that could be worn on the forehead and not the one that hovered in the air, like the cara he currently had.
"My apologies. An action cara is often designed for a PoV point IRL, so it should be worn on the forehead and has no ti to follow the user automatically. This cara is called Action Pro 11, and it's the best action cara with an affordable price of $3,500. It can record up to 8K 240FPS."
"The wireless microphone has a noise reduction function that can be set manually. It can pick up the smallest sound, like wind and running water. The price for this DJ Microphone is $1,250. How would you like to proceed, custor?"
The total would be $4,650.
'It's too expensive!' He scread in his mind.
However, this was also an investnt. It would be worth it.
"I'll buy them both." He said. "Please send them to my address tomorrow."
The employee's smile broadened, "Thank you for your purchase! That would be $4,700 with the drone fee!"
Max finished the transaction while holding back his tears. Money left in the bank: $2,700.
'I am poor again.' He sighed and contemplated his fate as a strear.
Why did he like to be one? He wondered.
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