Luo Bisheng froze for a moment and set his glass back on the table.
"You?"
"Me."
Luo Bisheng stared blankly for a while, then his eyes lit up. "Oh! Calligraphy! You want to stream calligraphy? You really do have a few tricks up your sleeve with a brush."
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. This could work.
Wang Xiaoliang said nothing. He picked up a peanut, tossed it into his mouth, and chewed before drawling, "I don't write with my sleeves."
Luo Bisheng burst out laughing.
"Fine, you're the man." He wiped his mouth and leaned forward. "What about me, then? What do I do?"
"Planning, directing, filming, editing. Creative ideas, copywriting, whatever you can do." Wang Xiaoliang counted them off on his fingers. "We'll figure all of those out together from scratch, sum up what we learn once we've got a handle on them, then keep improving. You're good with computers, so you should pick up editing fast. The key is-whether you want to."
Luo Bisheng lifted his glass, downed it in one gulp, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Why wouldn't I? Let's have some fun. Even my dad said we're a good match when it comes to making money. Our first time opening an Esports Hotel, and we made back our investment so fast and turned a profit. Whatever we do, we've got a bright road ahead."
As he spoke, he grew even more excited, gesturing in the air.
"Think about it. How do Third Uncle and Uncle Wen do things? They make money while having fun. Maybe the two of us could build another Anyang."
He paused and frowned.
"But Huanluo doesn't really fit. Your name needs to be in there. Liangluo?"
Wang Xiaoliang knew what he