"Oh no, hops are a summer crop... Ah, I should have gone all in on hops, even if it meant going broke... Wait, I don't have enough brewing kegs. How do you make kegs again...?"
Lu Yibei smiled faintly, pleased with his newfound success.
That's the charm of this game...
"Laobei, come here."
Hao Zhangwen called out to Lu Yibei and shoved the earphones into the latter's hand.
Lu Yibei brought it along, and Hao Zhangwen pressed the play button.
A melody lingered in my ears.
"What can you think of?" Hao Zhangwen asked.
Lu Yibei had Hao Pangzi play it again before he said:
"The slowly falling thoughts are like maple leaves... Is this a song similar to 'Maple Leaf'?"
Hao Zhangwen snapped his fingers:
"Beautiful, as long as you can hear it, it's okay. It's definitely a style that suits autumn... Phew, okay, as long as you can hear it, now we need to add some details—thanks, I'll treat you to dinner when my performance fee arrives."
Lu Yibei responded with an "Mm," and then casually asked:
"Who is this client this time?"
“V”.
V, or "Vtuber," is a virtual streamer and has emerged as a significant force in the live streaming industry in recent years.
"Bringing celebrities along?" Lu Yibei asked.
"Yeah, super popular."
Hao Zhangwen nodded seriously: "Your number of fans is probably about the same as the number of people who follow you on the novel website you signed with."
Lu Yibei thought about his massive four-figure fan base and nodded in empathy:
"I've got it for the rest of my life."
Hao Zhangwen smiled:
"It is said that people have a main job, but they don't rely on this to make a living."
Lu Yibei remained expressionless, but his pain intensified.
"But, damn it!"
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