How could that be okay? What did he mean?
While Jing Yan was still confused, another message from Fang Yue came in.
"No blurring! High resolution, no censorship! Show my face the whole time!"
"And have the editor put my ID in the coolest font, nice and big above my head."
"Also, combat footage, localized effects, full-screen effects, full-body effects, lighting effects—use every effect you can."
"Every attack, every block, every dodge, even every turn and every look I give needs special effects. Make it as cool as possible, as imposing as possible. The effects are a must!"
"If you can add wings to my character, add wings. If you can't, add a halo. Every time I fight an eerie, it needs to be a full-on assault of light. Pick whatever colors you like; I'm fine with anything. Just max out the effects!"
"Finally, at the end of the video, make sure to add a line of huge, glittering golden text: 'I am the Good Professional Player, and I am [Night Dawn]!'"
"Then cut to black and put up another title."
"Small business, open for all kinds of jobs in this game! From killing people and taking their loot, settling grudges and love affairs, to escorting grandmas home and answering game questions—we handle it all!"
Ah, this...
Jing Yan was dumbfounded.
Weren't experts usually pretty low-key?
Weren't they supposed to be mysterious and anonymous, showing off without revealing who they were?
Why was this guy doing the exact opposite? Was he testing him?
While Jing Yan was still reeling, Fang Yue sent another message.
"Remember to make it clear that for now, I'm only taking jobs in Ancient Moon Village. I'm still urgently expanding into other villages. Also, send the money to me before you post the video. Here's my