Chapter 132: Preparations Before the Livestream

"Based on my understanding of Song Ya, she's already smashed her phone and is cursing you with the most vicious language."

Qin Yun watched Su Huan hang up the phone, finding her mischief slightly amusing.

"Hmph, let her curse—it won't chip off a piece of my flesh." Su Huan looked at him and smiled, "How's it going? You're so successful now—does Song Ya regret it? Did she call you in Beijing? Ever think about going back, rekindling things?"

Qin Yun instantly felt a faint aura of killing intent, as if answering poorly would get him killed.

He feigned calmness: "Funny enough, she actually came to my door—Song Ya's mother asked me to reconcile with Song Ya."

"But you know me—I don't have much else, but my bones are stubborn." Qin Yun spoke with the detachment of someone who'd moved on, "Besides, since I chose divorce myself, it means I've completely let go. My feelings for Song Ya were worn out years ago—how could I turn back? I'm not an idiot."

"That's bizarre?" Su Huan widened her eyes. "Your ex-mother-in-law is insane—she'd actually do something like that."

Qin Yun shrugged; he felt the same way. "The world's vast—anything's possible. Nothing surprising."

The homestay allowed meal orders; they ordered five or six dishes, ate lunch, then went to Miaofeng Mountain to digest.

Along the road of Miaofeng Mountain, the two walked slowly.

Just looking at the slope and curves, Su Huan's previously eased heart tightened again.

"No one would dare drive over eighty on this stretch." She touched the rigid guardrail, imagining Qin Yun losing control in a turn, crashing into the barrier, his gruesome form.

"Relax—I'll test it gradually over these days. I won't just jump in headfirst. I'm not a fool." Qin Yun offered a casual reassurance.

Su Huan immediately said: "You're a fool. Luckily your mom said after watching your cliffside livestream, she'd never watch your videos again. Otherwise, watching them would give her a heart attack."

Qin Yun chuckled awkwardly, then asked curiously: "How do you know that? Did my mom tell you?"

"Mm." Su Huan instantly realized her slip, her heart fluttering as if a secret had been exposed. "Your mom mentioned it to me last time."

"Why does my mom tell you everything?" Qin Yun scratched his scalp, then suddenly a thought struck him—he stared sharply at Su Huan. "Wait, I only found out about this later myself."

Su Huan, flustered and slightly angry under his gaze, hardened her resolve: "So what? I've been contacting your mom more often—what's wrong with that? I'm your mom's best friend now. Watch your tone, or you'll lose your place in the family hierarchy."

Qin Yun couldn't help but laugh and raise his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright—I won't ask anymore, Aunt Su."

"Qin Yun!"

Su Huan shouted angrily and lunged at him. Seeing this, Qin Yun immediately ran up the mountain.

"Stop right there—who are you calling Aunt Su?"

"Hahaha, you wanted to be on the same level as my mom—so shouldn't I call you Aunt Su?"

"Asshole!"

Some tourists strolling in the mountains watched their antics; several elders wore looks of envy.

Some even sighed: "These two young lovers really have great chemistry."

Hearing this, Su Huan's heart raced wildly—but she felt no displeasure, even a faint sense of quiet joy.

Watching Qin Yun sprint ahead, full of energy, Su Huan clenched her fist tightly.

"Hmph, this time, I won't let you go—not anyone."

By two or three in the afternoon, DBH staff and Red Bull's Asia-Pacific liaison arrived.

With Su Huan present, Qin Yun only needed to sign.

In less than two hours, both contracts were signed.

Red Bull is sponsoring this downhill challenge—regardless of whether he succeeds in the 140KM descent, thirty thousand yuan will be paid by tomorrow at the latest, provided he wears Red Bull's custom-designed goggles and displays the Red Bull logo after video editing.

DBH is sponsoring all equipment and providing ten thousand yuan in sponsorship.

Add Dji's twenty thousand and Casio's fifteen thousand, and his sponsorship income alone from this livestream has already reached seventy-five thousand yuan.

But this income is it—this entire downhill run won't last long, so livestream tips won't compare to wilderness survival or climbing.

After finalizing all contracts, Red Bull's staff suggested filming with them, boasting their professionalism, but Qin Yun refused. Still, Red Bull's staff went to Miaofeng Mountain and posted Red Bull logos along the route.

After seeing them off, he didn't rush to set the downhill time.

First, he had Su Huan contact Dji to send over a pile of cameras, to be installed along the entire downhill route and all linked back to Su Huan.

The most uncontrollable factor in the entire downhill is people.

Since he can't close the road, people as moving obstacles—since they're uncontrollable, make them controllable.

These cameras are the key; once all data is centralized to Su Huan, he'll maintain real-time communication with her. With their coordination, they can minimize the impact of passersby on Qin Yun.

Hearing Qin Yun's plan, Su Huan felt both excited and nervous.

"I'm afraid I won't react fast enough."

Qin Yun patted her back: "Don't stress—I'll mark every camera with you over the next two days. All you need to remember is the camera numbers. I'll remind you too."

Su Huan nodded: "Then let's rehearse multiple times."

"Mm. Before the actual descent, I'll walk the entire route repeatedly until there's no flaw left."

In the following days, Qin Yun and Su Huan frequently appeared on Miaofeng Mountain.

They memorized every data point, every marker, every hazard—these details determined success or failure, life or death; they dared not be careless.

Compared to Qin Yun's calmness, Su Huan's tension was obvious.

As the date approached—November 21st—Qin Yun's first action upon waking was to post a livestream announcement on the backend.

【Have you ever seen a longboard downhill at 140KM/H? Tomorrow at 8:30 AM, Miaofeng Mountain—don't miss it. I'll take you from zero to 140KM/H.】

He reposted this announcement to his Weibo.

Weibo has stronger social attributes, but since he registered recently, his Weibo content only had two or three posts.

Yet his follower count had already exceeded ten million—an undeniable top influencer.

But his verification read: Outdoor Enthusiast—somewhat lowering his prestige.

"Wow, Brother Qin is livestreaming again! A week's passed—I've missed you so much."

"Long awaited."

"Holy shit, did my eyes deceive me or did Brother Qin make a typo?"

"Damn, 140KM/H? Is Brother Qin trying to kill himself?"

"Speed down— is this speed the legendary longboard downhill?"

"I remember the peak speed record for longboard downhill is 142 km/h—is Brother Qin aiming to break it?"

"Awesome, no wonder he's Brother Qin."

"Your body's flying ahead, your soul's chasing behind—Brother Qin, I wouldn't dare drive that fast. Are you seriously going to dive down with your bare body?"

"Holy shit, I'm in Beijing—I'm heading to Miaofeng Mountain."

"I'm going too, same here, same here—I want to witness Brother Qin's miracle in person."

"666, Brother Qin finally picked a place everyone can see—I'm coming too, I'm in Hebei, leaving right now."

"Hahaha, I'm right near Miaofeng Mountain—I'll head over soon and bump into Brother Qin by chance."

The replies on Weibo were all over the place; Qin Yun watched for a while, then put his phone away.

Today was his final day of relaxing on the longboard—he had to bring his condition to peak performance today.

"Ring-ring-ring—"

Suddenly, his phone rang.

Qin Yun looked—it was Chen He.

"Hello, Brother He."

"Brother Qin, good morning—are you at Miaofeng Mountain?"

"Yeah, saw my Douyin teaser?" Qin Yun casually opened the door and went downstairs.

"I saw your Weibo—what a coincidence, guess where I am right now?"

Qin Yun paused: "You're not telling me you're in Beijing too?"

"Hahaha, I'm at Jiufeng National Forest Park—right next to Miaofeng Mountain."

"Such a coincidence?"

"Isn't it?" Chen He chuckled. "I'm filming Wu Ha. I just woke up and saw your Weibo."

"Wu Ha?" Qin Yun rubbed his nose—he rarely watched variety shows and knew little about current ones.

"Damn, you don't even know Wu Ha? Wu Ha is Hahaha—me, Chao Ge, Lu Han, Lao Fan, Lao Jiu, and Wang Mian—we're doing an outdoor reality show together."

"Alright, I don't watch much variety—I've only seen your Run for Money."

"Chen He, what are you doing? Hurry up, I can't hold it anymore."

A voice came from Chen He's phone, sounding impatient.

Chen He shouted: "Alright, alright, don't rush me."

He opened the door, and a figure rushed in, then, without caring who else was on the toilet, let loose.

"Fuck, couldn't you wait till I'm out? Shit, it stinks so bad."

"Hahaha, served you right for being so slow—who were you talking to? I'll tell your wife."

"Fuck." Chen He flipped him the middle finger. "Brother Qin, I'm on the phone with Brother Qin—you don't even know him."

"Brother Qin?"

The bathroom door shut; Deng Chao realized: "Holy shit—is that the awesome Brother Qin?"

"Obviously, who else could it be?"

"Don't go—I need to borrow some powder from him."

Chen He shook his head and said into the phone: "That was Chao Ge. You're streaming tomorrow—I'll go talk to the director and see if we can delay the shoot. We're right next door—watching your stream isn't as thrilling as being there live."

"Hahaha, watch out the director kicks you out."

"He dares."

After hanging up, Qin Yun didn't think much of it. He had breakfast with Su Huan and left.

Meanwhile, Chen He left his room and headed straight to the director's room to knock.

"Li Dao, Li Dao, are you up yet?"

After knocking for a long time, a woman with messy hair opened the door and glared at him: "Chen He, if you don't have a good reason, today's episode will make you understand what a director's power means."

Chen He smiled awkwardly and quickly explained everything.

Li Lin was half-dead with anger: "Chen He, I'm a woman, and a middle-aged woman at that—poor sleep makes me age fast."

Half an hour later, Li Lin lifted her head from Chen He's phone, her eyes gleaming.

"Chen He, I have an idea—what do you think?"

"Li Dao, please speak—I'm all ears."

"Can you ask this guy to include his livestream in tomorrow's filming?"

Hearing this, Chen He immediately shook his head: "Li Dao, you probably don't get what 140 means—it's extremely dangerous. Brother Qin must've prepared extensively. I wouldn't dare disrupt his plan."

"How don't I get it? On the highway, I've driven over 150 km/h, never mind 140." Li Lin rolled her eyes. "If you won't say it, help me set up a meeting—I'll talk to him myself. I won't shortchange him."

"Brother Qin's such a big streamer—you think he cares about money."

"It's mutual success—nothing wrong with asking. Even if it doesn't work, it's no big deal."

Chen He regretted bringing this up to her.

But right now, even without him, Li Lin had plenty of ways to reach Qin Yun.

"Fine, I'll contact him—but you handle the talk with him yourself. And don't be stingy with the money—he doesn't care about cash. One livestream earns him at least five million."

Li Lin bared her teeth, deeply shocked.

But she was a decisive person—she immediately told Chen He to contact Qin Yun.

Qin Yun received the call just as he and Su Huan reached the summit of Miaofeng Mountain.

After hearing Chen He's words, Qin Yun had no reservations. He thought for a moment and said: "I'm free in two hours—if Li Dao is convenient, she can come over and talk."

"Available, available—we're resting today."

"Alright, see you later, I'll send you my location."