S-Class Contract

025. S-Class Contract

"No problem." Jiang Siming was not one to put on airs, so he answered frankly.

He had already been thinking about starting a livestream. Since they had extended an olive branch, he naturally had no reason to refuse.

"Great, then. I'll give them your number. When you're free later, you can discuss things over the phone, okay, Brother Ming? Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on them for you."

Dumb Sister looked like she was firmly taking her man's side. The Shark executives watching the livestream all darkened in expression.

Excuse me? You're on our platform. Shouldn't you be looking at things from our interests' perspective?

After Jiang Siming agreed, he soon received a call from the other side.

They agreed to meet and discuss things in person in Shanghai at noon the next day.

Since he had business to discuss the following day, Jiang Siming could only play two rounds with the two girls before logging off to rest.

The two girls understood completely and ended their livestream together.

Jiang Siming shut down the computer. It was already one in the morning. He wanted to go back and sleep a little longer; he still had not caught up on his morning sleep.

After taking a shower in the bathroom, Jiang Siming came out wearing only a pair of underwear and was just about to return to his bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xinyi, who had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, opened the door and walked out. The instant she saw Jiang Siming, she let out a scream, covered her face, and sprinted back to her room.

"Uh..."

Jiang Siming felt somewhat awkward. He had not expected Wang Xinyi to still be awake so late at night, and he had only been wearing underwear when she saw him.

"Sorry, Xinyi. I'll make sure to put on some clothes next time."

Jiang Siming apologized in Wang Xinyi's room before returning to his own room to sleep.

Meanwhile, Wang Xinyi, who had run back to her bedroom, was completely wide awake. She lay on the bed with her face flushed crimson.

Jiang Siming's half-naked body filled her mind and refused to leave. She could not fall asleep at all.

Jiang Siming, on the other hand, was completely carefree. The moment he lay down, sleepiness overcame him.

He slept all the way until the next morning.

"Morning, Xinyi."

On his way to the bathroom to wash up, Jiang Siming saw that Wang Xinyi had also woken up, her eyes still hazy with sleep.

Jiang Siming greeted her.

Wang Xinyi hurriedly lowered her head. In a tiny voice, she replied with a good morning, then did not dare say anything else.

"Mm—gurgle, gurgle. You've even got eye bags. Didn't you sleep well last night?" Jiang Siming asked warmly while brushing his pearly white teeth.

"N-no, I didn't." Wang Xinyi felt even more embarrassed.

Jiang Siming did not think much of it. After washing up, he tidied himself up briefly and left.

They had arranged to meet at a Japanese restaurant in Xujiahui. When Jiang Siming arrived, the other party happened to arrive as well.

Only one person had come—a mature woman dressed like an office lady.

She was not exceptionally beautiful, but her features were pleasant and her skin delicate. She had a head of wavy hair, while her figure was even fuller, with a pair of ample breasts straining upward as if they might burst through her little suit.

Her entire body radiated the fragrance of a gorgeous rose and the charm of a mature woman. A woman like this would be an absolute beauty even if her face were slightly less attractive.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Xuan, the chief person in charge of Shark's gaming division and also the general manager of a Shark Group branch."

"Hello, I'm Jiang Siming."

The two briefly shook hands before entering the Japanese restaurant together and heading to the private room that had already been reserved.

After taking their seats, Zhao Xuan thoughtfully asked Jiang Siming if there was anything he could not eat, then ordered several specialty Japanese dishes.

Once the waiter left, the two got down to business.

"I remember Brother Sun was Shark's person in charge, wasn't he?" Jiang Siming asked, somewhat puzzled.

Zhao Xuan smiled. "Sun Youcai is only the deputy manager. He's the person in charge on the surface."

"I see. Then I'm truly honored that Manager Zhao came personally to negotiate with me." Jiang Siming offered a polite remark.

In truth, a high-ranking figure like Zhao Xuan did not need to handle contract negotiations with a streamer personally.

It was only because Sun Youcai had gone so far as to use an S-Class Contract to sign Jiang Siming.

When it was reported, Zhao Xuan had been somewhat curious. On top of that, Shark had recently been preparing to go public.

As the person responsible for reviewing Shark's internal personnel and weeding out dissidents, Zhao Xuan was not reassured, so she personally took over the negotiations with Jiang Siming. She wanted to see for herself whether Jiang Siming truly had that much value.

And when she saw Jiang Siming for the first time outside the Japanese restaurant just now, she was genuinely surprised.

Before coming, she had done quite a bit of research and knew Jiang Siming's strengths.

A voice-acting monster, incredibly skilled, a genius at creating memes, and so on.

Normally, someone with such a pleasant voice would not look particularly impressive in real life.

If God opened one door for you, He would certainly close another.

But Zhao Xuan had not expected Jiang Siming's appearance to "amaze" her. A man like this could dominate the entertainment industry.

Even someone like her, who had never shown men much warmth, felt a slight stir in her heart. If Jiang Siming showed his face during his livestreams, he would probably attract a huge group of female fans.

For that reason alone, Zhao Xuan felt that this S-Class Contract was not excessive at all.

"You're too modest. Besides, I'm not some worldly hermit. Having the chance to sign such a promising new streamer for the company, I should be thanking you instead."

Zhao Xuan smiled faintly, her words measured with practiced ease.

"Let's skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point. I'm sure someone has already told you quite a bit about the contract's details. I won't bargain or try to take advantage of you. To put it bluntly, an S-Class Contract with a ten-year term—would that be acceptable?"

As she spoke, Zhao Xuan took a contract out of her briefcase.

In fact, she had three different contracts in her briefcase, corresponding to the A, B, and S levels.

All of them had been prepared for Jiang Siming.

Zhao Xuan had originally planned to use a B-Class Contract if the other party did not satisfy her, or an A-Class Contract at most.

But she had changed her mind. Bargaining like that could easily upset him, and if another platform took advantage of the situation, it would be troublesome. She had simply taken out the S-Class Contract instead.

Jiang Siming took the contract and read it slowly. Zhao Xuan did not disturb him, quietly drinking water while occasionally sizing him up.

The more she looked at him, the more she felt that it was a waste for Jiang Siming not to become a celebrity.

Especially when he furrowed his brows over the contract. His serious, focused appearance really did make her heart flutter.

Impossible. No man is any good.

Zhao Xuan mentally splashed a basin of cold water over her own heart, and that strange feeling vanished along with it.

After finishing the contract, Jiang Siming raised his head and said to Zhao Xuan, "There's no problem with the contract. The benefits are very generous. I have no reason to refuse."

An annual salary of ten million, sixty percent of the gift revenue, and three hundred hours of livestreaming each month, with no requirement for a minimum amount of gifts collected each month.

For a newcomer like Jiang Siming, who had never livestreamed before, this was practically a godlike offer—a sudden transformation from ugly duckling to swan.

This contract was completely worthy of an S rating. The only unusual part was its duration.

Hearing Jiang Siming say this, Zhao Xuan's lips curled into a victorious smile. "Then let's sign the contract."

But Jiang Siming smiled and shook his head. "However, I still refuse."

Zhao Xuan froze, her delicate brows knitting together. The small amount of goodwill she had held toward Jiang Siming instantly vanished. She thought he was trying to make an even more greedy demand and raise the price.

"Mr. Jiang, you should know that this contract is top-tier in the entire livestreaming industry. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

Jiang Siming smiled elegantly. "Manager Zhao, you misunderstand. I'm not asking for a higher price."

"Then what do you mean?"

Jiang Siming pushed the contract back and tapped the clauses at the bottom with his slender fingers.