Chapter 133: Mom, I

"Yes, Auntie, I'm in Beijing with Qin Yun." Su Huan smiled sweetly into her phone. "We've signed a few contracts for this live stream. Don't worry, Auntie—I'll keep an eye on him."

Qin Yun heard this and rolled his eyes. His mother never called him herself, never bothered to check in.

Yet she chatted enthusiastically with Su Huan.

If Hu Fen knew what Qin Yun was thinking, she'd definitely slap him on the head.

Isn't it all for your lifelong happiness? You're already on your second marriage and still have no clear sense of direction.

"Don't worry, Auntie. He pays me a very high salary—he hasn't treated me poorly at all."

"Hehehe, back at Alibaba I was way too busy. Now that I'm working with Qin Yun, it's actually much easier."

"Alright, I'll have him take it."

Su Huan handed the phone to Qin Yun. "Auntie wants to talk to you."

Qin Yun took it. "Hello, Mom."

Hu Fen: "You little brat, why does your voice sound so impatient?"

"No, how would I dare?"

"Hmph, good thing you dare not." Hu Fen said. "Xiao Su lost her job because of you. You'd better repay her properly."

Qin Yun glared at Su Huan's smug face. "How else am I supposed to repay her? I'm already paying her fifty thousand a month. If I repay her any more, I might as well give her the company and work for her myself."

"That's not out of the question."

"Mom, are you even my mother?"

"Hahaha, alright, be careful. After your live stream, have Xiao Su call me. Stay safe."

"Yeah, don't worry, Mom. By the way, I might be on TV."

"What TV?"

"Hehe, not sure yet. I'll tell you when it happens."

"You little rascal."

He hung up and handed the phone back to Su Huan, watching her look smug.

"You seem pretty pleased with yourself?" Qin Yun sneered. "I'm thinking about cutting your year-end bonus this year."

Su Huan snapped back: "You dare? I'm the CEO."

"I'm the chairman."

…

At eleven a. ., Qin Yun met Li Lin, the director of Wu Ha, along with Chen He and Deng Chao, at the guesthouse.

Li Lin looked young, but Qin Yun checked her records—she was over fifty, nearing sixty. People in this industry clearly knew how to maintain themselves.

Chen He looked exactly the same, but Deng Chao, whom Qin Yun met for the first time, showed tremendous enthusiasm.

"Brother Qin, Brother Qin, it's my first time meeting you. I'm Deng Chao—I'm your fan."

Qin Yun smiled. "Brother Chao, as my fan, have you ever spent big on the Carnival?"

Deng Chao froze, then quickly shifted his gaze. "You know, my wife's strict about this stuff. The most I've ever spent is one red note."

"Oh, so your household status must be pretty low."

"Uh… that's not quite fair to say."

"Hahaha."

After the joke, the initial awkwardness vanished instantly.

Qin Yun introduced Su Huan: "This is Su Huan."

"Miss Su, nice to meet you," they all greeted her.

But Chen He and Deng Chao's expressions clearly suggested they were suspicious of their relationship.

Li Lin said: "Brother Qin, I'll call you that too, then."

Qin Yun feigned alarm. "Director Li, please, just call me however you like. 'Brother Qin' is just a fan's playful nickname."

The moment Li Lin saw Qin Yun in person, she was deeply satisfied. This young man wasn't just as capable as he appeared in his videos—he was also stunningly good-looking.

Of the Wu Ha crew, only Deng Chao in his youth could even compare. The rest couldn't even polish his shoes.

"Brother Qin, I heard from Chen He that you plan to do a live stream tomorrow. Could you give us a quick overview?"

Qin Yun nodded and briefly explained longboard downhill and his intended challenge.

After listening, Li Lin felt her scalp tingle. She hadn't felt this way when Chen He first told her.

"140 km/h? Isn't that a bit extreme?"

Beside her, Deng Chao looked genuinely terrified. "Brother Qin, last year I was in a car accident—some vehicle hit me from the side at over 130 km/h. If it had been a direct hit, I'd probably be dead. But that was a car. You're going down on a skateboard?"

His tone made his disbelief unmistakable.

"Heh, that's why it's a challenge." Qin Yun shrugged. "I can't guarantee I'll succeed—I'll just push for the highest speed possible."

Seeing Qin Yun's calm, sincere expression.

Li Lin reluctantly chose to believe him, though honestly, she deeply doubted him.

She thought he was just pulling a stunt to fleece his fans.

But the shocking clips on his homepage subtly reminded her that this man's strength wasn't as shallow as she assumed.

"Brother Qin, have you watched Wu Ha?"

Li Lin asked this as if it were obvious—she assumed no young person hadn't seen Wu Ha.

But Qin Yun shook his head. "Sorry, I don't usually watch variety shows. The last one I watched was Running Man."

Li Lin: "…………"

Deng Chao and Chen He couldn't help smiling at Li Lin's stunned expression, but she glared at them and they swallowed their laughter.

"Brother Qin, let me give you a quick rundown."

As Li Lin explained, Qin Yun quickly gained a basic understanding of the show.

In short, it was a road-trip-style outdoor reality show about the Wu Ha crew facing dual pressures from work and life, with almost no personal time left.

So their greatest pursuit became: "All remaining time is yours."

They carved out time from their hectic routines to embark on road trips, meeting ordinary yet extraordinary people and experiencing their life stories.

"Brother Qin, I want Wu Ha to run into you, witness your challenge, and then let them try longboard downhill themselves."

"No… no way!" Chen He waved his hands frantically. "I'll just watch. I want to live another couple years. My old bones and joints can't handle it. Let Chao go."

Deng Chao gave him a look of contempt, then cheerfully—backed down.

"I don't need to either. I barely know how to skateboard. How could I possibly try sliding down a mountain?"

Li Lin ignored them. Seeing Qin Yun hesitate, she pressed on: "The production team can sponsor your live stream. How about two hundred thousand?"

Qin Yun glanced at Su Huan. She said: "Three hundred thousand. We already signed with Red Bull—they're paying three hundred thousand."

"Red Bull is sponsoring your live stream?"

Li Lin froze, then her spirits lifted.

"Yes, we've already signed the contract." Su Huan pulled a brand-new contract from her bag and placed it on the table.

Li Lin looked—it was indeed Red Bull.

"Not just Red Bull," Su Huan smiled, putting the contract away. "We've also signed sponsorship deals with DBH, DJI, and Casio."

Holy hell—except for DBH, which Li Lin didn't recognize, the rest were global giants. Damn, I totally underestimated them.

He wasn't here to fleece fans—he was here to fleece sponsors.

Without hesitation, she nodded firmly: "Fine, three hundred thousand. I'll go back and send the contract right away, finalize the details."

Li Lin acted swiftly and didn't linger—she prepared to leave.

But as she stood up, she suddenly remembered something: "I'll contact the Miaofeng Mountain Scenic Area on behalf of the production team and ask them to temporarily close the area for one morning. That way, there'll be less disruption. Otherwise, with Wu Ha here, tons of fans will show up."

Qin Yun hadn't expected such a lucky bonus.

He couldn't shut down the mountain himself, but Wu Ha's production team had deep pockets—closing it for a morning was trivial.

In fact, the scenic area might not charge them a single cent—this was pure publicity, with no downside.

But Qin Yun showed no outward reaction, merely saying calmly: "Alright, thank you, Director Li."

Li Lin left, but Chen He and Deng Chao stayed.

Deng Chao was someone who enjoyed making friends. With Chen He as the bridge, he quickly grew familiar with Qin Yun.

As they talked, the conversation turned to the wildly popular survival show currently trending on Douyin.

"Brother Qin, when you go to Canada for the survival show, you've got to show these foreigners what Chinese people are made of."

"Haha," Qin Yun said. "Of course. Two million U. . dollars is nothing. What matters is China's face. If we're entering, we're going for the championship."

Deng Chao gave a thumbs-up. "No wonder you're Brother Qin—you treat money like dirt."

Chen He scoffed: "Chao, don't believe everything Brother Qin says. If he really treated money like dirt, why start a live stream with tips? Just shut it off."

"…"

Su Huan, watching Deng Chao's expression, burst out laughing.

"Brother Qin, you're not being fair," Deng Chao didn't mind. "I was actually planning to ask the Empress for some funds to tip you during your stream."

They chatted and laughed, and before they knew it, it was noon.

Qin Yun treated them to lunch, and then they took their leave.

…

"This is a pleasant surprise. Now I don't have to worry about bystanders—I can focus entirely on the challenge."

Su Huan nodded. "Yes, compared to the three hundred thousand, I care more about them arranging the mountain closure."

The money was a bonus. The mountain closure was the real gift.

What about those camera angles?

"Don't worry," Qin Yun chuckled. "It's actually a lucky accident—my drone, equipped with AI directing, can feed all these angles directly into the backend. During the live stream, we'll use them for cuts."

Good, as long as you've got a plan.

Twenty-eight fixed positions, one motion camera, one main unit, one backup—just five kilometers, yet over thirty camera angles. I never expected this.

Actually, thinking about it, it makes sense.

Precisely because the time is short, we need more angles to capture everything. Otherwise, just one shot the whole way would be too dull.

Qin Yun's live stream announcement, after spreading all morning, had already reached five hundred thousand viewers—and was still growing rapidly.

Under his Weibo post, the comments were surging like a trending topic, flooding in at breakneck speed.

Fans treated this thread like a discussion board. Beneath many comments, hundreds of replies could be dug up again and again.

"I've reached Miaofeng Mountain, but I haven't seen Master Qin. Which guesthouse is he staying at? There are so many around—I'll have to search."

"Why search? Just sleep on the mountain. Master Qin's doing a speed descent—he'll have to go up anyway."

"That makes sense."

Reading these comments, Qin Yun couldn't help but laugh and sigh.

He quickly posted another update:

【Thank you all for coming to Miaofeng Mountain to support the streamer. I'm currently conserving my energy and won't be showing myself yet—you'll see me tomorrow.】

"Conserving energy? You're clearly a pro at Weibo."

"Haha, just tell us which guesthouse you're in—I'll come pay a quick visit and leave."