Chapter 10 Something's Wrong When It Happens
That night, they partied until 3 a.m. before breaking up. The whole city had fallen asleep, with only a few neon lights still flickering faintly.
Sunny thoughtfully arranged for the driver to take them home, while she stayed behind to finish up some cleanup work at the nightclub.
Coincidentally, the three little wolves rented a house in the same neighborhood as Zhang Mo.
At first, she had a fleeting suspicion about this coincidence. However, this residential complex was newly built only a few years ago, with an elegant environment, excellent landscaping, and a private gym and swimming pool. It was indeed the closest and best-equipped complex to the company, so it made perfect sense for them to rent here.
Moreover, these three people actually rented a four-bedroom, two-living-room apartment; they certainly know how to enjoy life. According to the market rate in this neighborhood, it would cost at least 6,000 yuan a month.
Even Zhang Mo herself only lived in a one-bedroom apartment that cost 1800 yuan.
In contrast, Jiang Mian seemed much more honest. He rented a small single room in an urban village 2 kilometers away from his company, and the rent was only 800 yuan a month, mainly because he was frugal.
Inside the seven-seater van, Zhang Mo sat in the passenger seat. Her voice, carried clearly through the silence of the car, relayed today's results to the passengers in the back.
"Total viewers: 44,656; New followers: 8,765; Average viewing time: 36 minutes; Total donations: 278,953 yuan..."
Her voice was steady and firm, and every number was clear and powerful.
The participants didn't seem to care much about the initial figures, only cheering loudly when they heard the total donation amount: "Wow, we're amazing!!!"
Lang Xing started counting on his fingers: "The three of us split the profits, 270,000. When we get paid at the end of the month, each of us will get 90,000!"
Lang Yue: "90,000!!! That's more than all the money I've earned in the past few years combined!" Her dark, bright eyes sparkled with anticipation for the future.
Actually, this wasn't the data Zhang Mo was most concerned about; what she was most concerned about was the overall data of the live streaming platform.
However, today's overall data is also encouraging—
The platform added 9,598 new users, bringing the total number of users to 310,000. This represents a growth of approximately 3.1%. While this growth rate may seem low relative to the total number of users, considering that the previous 300,000 users were almost entirely inactive accounts, this growth is still very valuable and can be considered a good start.
Zhang Mo glanced at the encyclopedia interface of the "Demon Clan Administrator Backend".
Three new ones have been added, corresponding to the names of the sun, moon, and stars.
She randomly clicked on Lang Ri's page.
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Name: Lang Ri
Race: Wolf
Age: 17
Favorability: 80
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Looking at the positive impression rating, Zhang Mo thought for a moment and said, "I don't think paying salaries at the end of the month will boost employee morale. How about we change it to the 15th from now on?"
Jiang Mian: "Huh?"
The three little wolves: "Waaaaah, yes, yes!"
Zhang Mo clicked on Lang Ri's profile picture again.
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Name: Lang Ri
Race: Wolf
Age: 17
Favorability: 85
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Zhang Mo chuckled: "17 years old? That's not even an adult among humans. No wonder she's so easy to coax."
So, while laughing, she poured cold water on the situation: "Have you forgotten something? This money needs to be split 50/50 with the platform. Oh, and taxes need to be paid too." Even demons have to abide by the law.
The three of them calmed down a bit: Oh, right, we almost forgot about that.
Fortunately, they were very optimistic. Lang Ri took the lead and said, "It's okay, even if it's only one-third of the 90,000, we'll keep trying!" His voice was full of optimism and determination.
Lang Yue and Lang Xing: "Yes, yes, let's grow bigger and stronger, and create new glories!"
His silly look made Sunny's driver laugh.
Zhang Mo and the others lived in a neighborhood that was close to Sunny's nightclub, so they arrived quickly.
The driver originally wanted to take Jiang Mian again, but Jiang Mian politely declined, saying that the roads in the urban village were bad and she could just ride a shared bicycle herself.
Sunny's driver didn't insist, said goodbye to Zhang Mo, and left.
After the driver left, Jiang Mian, who had been sullen the whole way, finally asked Zhang Mo, "Um... Boss, are they really going to do a live stream at the restaurant tomorrow?" His voice carried a hint of uncertainty, clearly indicating that he was still somewhat unaccustomed to the new situation.
Late at night, a few people stood under a streetlamp, the cold wind whistling. Zhang Mo tightened her coat: "Yeah, what's wrong?"
Jiang Mian looked at the three little wolves with concern: "If demons have too much contact with humans, their cultivation will decline. Aren't you afraid?"
Upon hearing this, Lang Ri, the eldest brother, frowned slightly, while his two younger brothers acted with the utter ignorance of the law: "So what? It just fades away, we can just cultivate it back later." They had finally tasted the sweetness of making money, so naturally they were unwilling to give it up.
At this moment, Zhang Mo suddenly spoke up, "Actually, I've been thinking about this question all night. The rumor that too much contact between demons and humans causes their cultivation to decline—where did this rumor come from? Have any demons around you actually experienced this?"
These words left the four people in front of him speechless.
Lang Xing scratched his head: "I don't know, that's what the elders all say, so we all just listen to them."
Lang Ri: "There was a fox spirit who ran down the mountain to find a human to fall in love with, and it seems that she suffered a great disaster and her cultivation stagnated."
Lang Yue: "But I heard that her father broke her leg, which is why her cultivation has not improved in ten years."
Jiang Mian frowned: "This has been passed down since ancient times, it can't be fake."
Lang Yue: "What do you mean by 'passed down from ancient times'? To put it bluntly, this is what Wang Heng said, and he requires us to abide by it."
Zhang Mo: "Actually, it's quite simple. Generally speaking, the phrase 'the demon race and the human race have too much contact' can only be interpreted in two ways: one is the 'quantity of contact,' and the other is the 'depth of contact.'"
She first looked at the three little wolves: "That cheap internet cafe you frequent is practically the most densely populated place in human society." Then she looked at Jiang Mian, "And the urban village where you live, the average living space per person is about the same as the internet cafe. Does it have any impact on your cultivation levels?"
Jiang Mian and the three little wolves looked bewildered: "No...nothing."
Zhang Mo: "Okay, let's confirm the first point first. Just being in a crowd without deep contact won't affect you. So, let's eliminate the 'quantity of contact' indicator. The remaining result is the 'depth of contact' indicator—" At this point, she suddenly asked Jiang Mian a question, "By the way, has Wang Heng's cultivation ever declined?"
Jiang Mian shook her head decisively: "Never."
"That's where things get interesting. I don't know what your demon race is like, but for us humans to reach the point of having children, we still need to have a certain level of intimacy."
Wang Heng had a relationship with a human woman 25 years ago and had a child, but his cultivation level has not diminished at all.
There are only two possibilities: First, Wang Heng is a treacherous and manipulative bastard who deceived this woman. Second, Wang Heng is a treacherous and malicious bastard who deceived the entire demon race.
Of course, I personally prefer the former.
Zhang Mo smiled at Jiang Mian: "Which one do you like? Pick one."
Both sides are shit, and for Jiang Mian, a die-hard fan of Wang Heng, the sky has finally fallen.
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