Rebirth is fine, but I get eight hundred dollars right from the start?

YY's game live streaming division has become independent, and the new platform Huya Live has offered Emperor a multi-million dollar annual salary contract.

While ordinary gamers, outsiders, and even some media outlets reacted with shock and curiosity to this news, countless streamers who also make a living by playing games in front of their cameras went wild.

What does an annual salary of tens of millions mean?

This is tantamount to telling the entire industry—"Want to make big money? Come to Huya, you can earn up to this much. There's a picture… oh wait, someone has the proof!"

Let's not talk about the abstract stuff for now. Whether it's playing professionally, doing live streaming, or even just a normal job or life, it's all about money.

Previously, there was no opportunity, no channel, and no information.

Now, the information is right in front of you, and there's a success story.

Tell me, are you tempted or not?

Such publicity is certainly effective.

Leaving aside other aspects such as the conversion of new streamers, those big influencers who already have a certain number of fans and a stable income in the past will definitely not sit still when faced with Emperor's big contract.

Furthermore, what excites people in the industry is not just the issue of money.

What's the problem?

Platform resources will be allocated accordingly!

Especially the resources allocated to Emperor.

Anyone in the live streaming industry knows this: when a new platform starts out, it inevitably throws money and traffic at creating a star, first establishing a benchmark to set the standard.

What does it mean to sign a star player?

The platform is showering him with features like splash screen recommendations, homepage carousels, prominent placement in events, and exposure on variety shows. It's as if they're trying to dump all the traffic from the entire platform into his mouth.

However, a platform can't just raise one pig; it will definitely need to sign second and third tiers of talent to build a team and support the platform.

This means that those who jump on the bandwagon around the same time as this celebrity are likely to get the first taste of this surge in traffic – after the platform feeds the top star, the remaining traffic is enough to feed everyone else.

Now I'm telling you, this bowl of soup isn't just soup, it also has meat in it! What do you think?

Emperor, in particular, is different from others.

While other top streamers eat whatever the platform feeds them, he eats the sweetest piece of cake from Huya while cooking for himself on the stove.

To put it bluntly, from some perspectives, the platform has to rely on Emperor's own traffic and influence; otherwise, why would they offer such outrageous signing terms?

Capitalists don't do charity.

It can only be said that from today onwards, not only YY-affiliated streamers, but also streamers from other small and medium-sized platforms across the internet, will see Huya as a top-tier choice when considering signing with a new platform.

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Online public opinion continues to ferment, trending on social media repeatedly, with hundreds of pages of posts appearing and disappearing on various forums.

But Lin Shu didn't really waste any energy watching over it.

Huya, let the bullets fly for a little longer!

The morning after signing the contract, he took Lao Tang and drove their newly bought black Passat from near Jing'an Temple in Shanghai, heading north along the Shenhai Expressway towards his friend Xu's electronics parts and digital assembly plant.

"It's been a long time since I've gone to the countryside."

Holding the steering wheel and watching the scenery outside the car window change from skyscrapers to industrial plants and green belts, Tang Bin was filled with emotion.

Incidentally, Lin Shu actually already had a driver's license.

Despite having only a one-year internship, he had no choice but to drive the highway section.

Of course, even if Lin Shu could drive, Tang Bin wouldn't let his boss be his driver.

"It seems your friend's business is quite large."

Lin Shu looked out the window and spoke.

"Haha, I don't really know the specifics, but it's true that the old guy made a lot of money in the past few years."

Tang Bin wanted to say something more, but the sudden increase in traffic forced him to swallow his words.

"Boss, we've arrived."

Mr. Xu's digital parts manufacturing and assembly plant is located on the outskirts of Taicang City, next to the Banqiao Industrial Zone, and right next to a small river whose name he doesn't know.

"The scale... is quite large."

Lin Shu rolled down the car window and looked around.

The factory's land area is not excessive, about forty acres.

But it depends on the time.

In 2013, the fact that Mr. Xu was able to acquire such a piece of industrial land in Taicang, a place that can almost be called the backyard of Shanghai, already shows that Mr. Xu had some resources and connections. After all, Taicang is close to Shanghai and is a gathering place for German companies. Industrial land is becoming more and more scarce every year, which is a location advantage that is a gift from God.

"Let's walk in and take a look around."

Lin Shu simply opened the door and got out of the car, gesturing for Lao Tang to stop the car at the entrance, and walked in.

Tang Bin readily agreed: "Okay, then I'll call Lao Xu."

While the manager was on the phone, Lin Shu simply took two steps to the side and got a clear look at the entire destination.

The factory building is in the typical utilitarian style of an industrial park, with a gray brick wall more than two meters high around it, wire mesh strung on top of the wall, and a monitoring pole erected every ten meters or so.

The main entrance where the car was parked had a retractable electric iron gate, next to which stood a dark blue sign with white lettering that read "Langrui Precision Electronics Technology Co., Ltd.", followed by a row of small English translations.

"Okay, okay, license plate 72...21 is correct, right?"

Inside the guardhouse sat a middle-aged man in a navy blue security uniform. When he saw a car arrive, he leaned halfway out, looked at the license plate of the car parked in front of the gate, made a phone call, and then quickly pressed the remote control in his hand. The iron gate slid back to one side with a clatter.

Let's go!

The two walked in, about a five-minute walk away, and directly opposite was a three-story main office building. The windows were clean, and people could be seen walking in the corridors inside.

Downstairs, Mr. Xu was already waiting at the door.

Mr. Xu was in his early forties, of medium build, wearing a gray polo shirt tucked into his trousers, with a bunch of keys hanging from his waist. He walked with a brisk pace, clearly a pragmatist.

"Your operation is quite large!"

Lin Shu extended his hand, "HWG Esports - Lin Shu".

"Hahaha,"

He greeted Lin Shu with a hearty laugh and shook hands. "My factory is just a result of my father's legacy. Mr. Lin is young and promising, and it is admirable that he started from scratch."

As he spoke, Xu Lang patted Lao Tang on the shoulder again, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then led them directly to the workshop, saying, "Come on, let me show you the production line first, and we'll talk as we walk."