Chapter 45: Dajiang

After finishing his conversation with the Dajiang liaison and Su Huan, Qin Yun leaned back in his seat, half-reclining, and finally had time to feel the new skill transmitted by the system.

【Check-in task completed, received random reward: Archery Skill +1】

【Archery Skill LV1: Arrow follows heart, every shot hits, no arrow falls short of target】

Archery, not shooting—so it has nothing to do with guns, only the traditional cold-weapon "arrow." Yet even so, he had become utterly proficient with every type of bow: longbow, short crossbow, horn bow, repeating crossbow, and all others.

Now he could instantly adjust his aim based on wind speed, humidity, and distance—even against a hundred-step headwind or through dense forest shadows—he could still strike his target with one arrow.

It sounded miraculous, but Qin Yun was certain he could do it.

All I can say is: the system is awesome!

But unlike the combat skill, which had reshaped his body, the archery skill left almost no physical sensation—only a faint warmth flowing in his arms and waist-abdomen.

"Not bad—another skill acquired. Though useless in the city, it'll be different out in the wild."

Muttering this, his phone suddenly rang—it was Shen Hu calling.

Qin Yun answered, and immediately a flood of words poured out, nonstop.

The gist: total admiration.

After ending the call with Shen Hu, several other classmates also called, conveying the same awe.

After finishing this string of calls, Qin Yun replied to a few more curious messages on WeChat, then headed straight back to the hotel.

That night, after dinner, he organized all the footage from today's livestream, dumped it all onto his cloud drive, and sent it to Fang Nan.

Fang Nan excitedly replied: "Bro Yun, I'll pull an all-nighter these two days—I'll get it done fast."

Qin Yun chuckled: "No rush, take your time."

He casually transferred two thousand yuan over.

Given Fang Nan's skill level, two thousand yuan was definitely too low for such a video edit.

Fang Nan insisted it was too much—since they'd originally agreed on one thousand, he'd stick to that—but Qin Yun disagreed. Since there was now visible return value, the price had to be recalculated; if future earnings rose, he wouldn't mind paying more.

Seeing he couldn't argue Qin Yun down, and since it was only two thousand yuan, Fang Nan accepted it.

Qin Yun scrolled his phone for a while, ignoring the endless private messages from MCN agencies on Douyin's backend—didn't reply to any. Signing a contract was out of the question; once signed, he'd lose all freedom. Even with a high revenue split, if he couldn't choose what to livestream or what videos to make, it was no different from selling himself.

Besides, most MCN agencies are bloodsuckers. At his current stage, as long as he maintained quality content, becoming a top influencer was just a matter of time—he didn't need their help.

Besides, if not for the system's check-in task, he wouldn't have even considered doing a livestream like today's—after all, if it were just for livestreaming, the returns weren't proportional; but if it was for the skill, it was entirely different.

Thinking it over, he posted the video of him repairing the motorcycle—seizing the momentum.

After posting the video and finishing his evening routine, it was already past eight.

He didn't go out to wander—he just went to sleep. Even if his body could handle it, his mind still needed timely recovery; otherwise, too many sessions would lead to premature gray hair.

……

The Dajiang liaison's name was Li Rui, a man in his early thirties.

He'd expected a routine commercial livestream, never imagining he'd witness the birth of a legend.

Especially the prominent exposure of Dajiang products in the livestream, and Qin Yun's frequent, spontaneous praise of Dajiang's drone during the broadcast, culminating in his final thanks—left an extremely deep impression.

The marketing department analyzed that this livestream's effect far surpassed their collaborations with other streamers. Quantitatively, ten streamers' videos combined couldn't match the impact of Qin Yun's single video.

Moreover, Qin Yun would later release a complete edited video.

"In terms of actual value, livestream plus video, it's roughly around five hundred thousand yuan."

This was the final conclusion from the marketing department head.

Soon after, Li Rui received a message from his superior: "The drone and action camera lent to him don't need to be returned yet. We hope Qin Yun can arrange several more livestreams—like this rock-climbing one. If he does five such livestreams, we'll gift him the equipment outright."

Furthermore, if he maintains this quality, the price for video commercial deals can rise to fifty thousand yuan, and may increase further with better results.

Clearly, Dajiang held immense confidence in Qin Yun's livestream impact.

There's no help for it—Dajiang has many competitors in the extreme sports field: GoPro, Insta360, Sony. Though Dajiang dominates the drone market, it doesn't hold a monopoly in action cameras.

If a top-tier outdoor legend consistently and steadfastly chooses their products, it's an excellent advertising effect.

Seeing Qin Yun hadn't replied in the group, Li Rui contacted Su Huan.

He informed her of the company's decision, and Su Huan found the outcome unsurprising. Anyone who watched Qin Yun's livestream wouldn't think the price too high—most would consider it too low.

Right now, Qin Yun's follower count is low, but as long as he keeps delivering quality content, his follower growth is just a matter of time.

Originally, a pure video commercial deal was only three thousand yuan, and with livestreaming it rose to thirty thousand—but now, after the livestream ended, the pure video deal price surged to fifty thousand yuan. What's there not to be satisfied with?

Qin Yun slept until morning, then received this good news from Su Huan.

Dajiang's favor gave his self-media journey an excellent start, and established a baseline for future commercial deals.

In high spirits, Qin Yun drove away from Shengsi, heading to Lizhu Mountain Passenger Port, where he boarded a ferry back to Dinghai's Sanjiang Passenger Port. Just one hour after leaving Sanjiang Port, he returned to Zhouyu Dormitory.

His mother had already gone to work; Qin Yun, free for the day, put his things away, then strolled leisurely toward Lincheng.

On his mother's side, the family tree was sprawling. His father's side was decent too—one aunt and one uncle—but the feud had been bitter; even while his grandparents were alive, they'd cut ties.

So in terms of relatives, he only had his mother's brothers and aunts.

Walking along the wide road, Qin Yun occasionally replied to WeChat messages, but mostly observed the surrounding buildings and parks.

Lincheng's road width was incomparable to old Dinghai—it was packed with vast park greenbelts, and its overall planning far surpassed Dinghai's.

More and more people were buying homes in Lincheng; transportation and infrastructure here had grown increasingly advanced.

Only because Zhoushan's public-sector wages were low did large numbers of outsiders not flood in.

In Zhoushan, outside public institutions and sea-related industries, average wages mostly hovered around three to four thousand yuan—pathetically low.

Like his mother—she'd worked at her current unit nearly her whole life, yet her salary still hadn't exceeded ten thousand yuan. Even so, her income was far higher than that of newly hired college or graduate employees.

Walking and stopping, Qin Yun opened Douyin to check his third video.

He was astonished to find that, overnight, the video's likes had surpassed fifty thousand, and the comments were mostly hilarious.

"The master not only climbs rocks—he fixes cars too. Amazing."

"Truly, a genius does everything well—I can't even reassemble a seven-piece puzzle, but the master completely tore apart a motorcycle, rebuilt it, and got it running smoothly."

"Auntie, you look really cool holding that spatula."

"Can carve, can rock climb, can fix cars—damn, what else can this big shot do?"

Seeing this comment, Qin Yun's heart stirred. He went to his tag page, made some edits, and pasted on three tags.

They were: Chinese person who can rock climb, carving master, and motor vehicle repairman.

Since he hadn't shown his other skills in the video, there was no need to add the rest for now. When the time came to display them, it wouldn't be too late to paste them on.

Looking at those three tags, Qin Yun felt quite pleased with himself. Perhaps a year from now, those tags would barely fit.

As for his followers, after yesterday's livestream, they had quietly broken through to one hundred and thirty thousand.

Three videos, one livestream, one hundred and thirty thousand new followers—even for Douyin, where miracles happen all the time, this was a pretty impressive showing.

"Qin Yun?"

Hearing the voice, Qin Yun put away his phone and turned his head. He spotted Wang Lili's figure standing over at the right side, at Plum Blossom Park.

"It really is you." Wang Lili's smile bloomed like a flower as she walked over. "Why are you alone? Where are you headed?"

Qin Yun shrugged. "Aren't you alone too? I'm just taking a casual stroll."

"Fine, I was just bored at home, so I came out for a wander. By the way, my place is over at Osmanthus City."

"Is your annual leave really that long? You haven't gone back to Hangzhou yet?"

Wang Lili nudged the curb beside her with her foot. "My train ticket is tomorrow afternoon."

After saying that, she pointed toward the inside of Plum Blossom Park. "There's a matchmaking corner in there. Want to go check it out?"

"Matchmaking corner?" Qin Yun knew what that meant. The question was, Zhoushan had one too? And right near his home, no less—how had he never known about it before?

Following Wang Lili into the park, they passed a few trees, and the full view of the park appeared right before him.

The park was large, with plenty of people strolling leisurely, walking dogs, or pushing strollers.

After walking for a bit, the matchmaking corner came into view up ahead, and the crowd had noticeably thickened.

From the direction they had come, the first thing they saw was the men's matchmaking information.

Qin Yun glanced casually and felt that if his own info were posted here, it would be a dimensional reduction strike. How to put it—the men here mostly had glaring flaws. First, education: generally low; a junior college diploma was considered decent, and bachelor's degrees were hard to spot.

Second, either their looks were off, or they were short, or they were too old.

Qin Yun even saw one—bald, forty, one meter sixty. For someone like that to find a match here, they'd have to be rich.

But if they were rich, they wouldn't be here in the first place.

Of course, correspondingly, the requirements these listings attached to their ideal partner weren't high either. Basically just things like good health and an intact family.

"Anyone catch your eye?" Qin Yun asked, seeing Wang Lili staring intently.

Wang Lili snapped back and laughed. "This Miss here is not short of suitors."

Qin Yun nodded. "That's for sure. Wang Lili's good-looking, has a stable job, earns well—definitely not short of suitors."

After a couple of playful exchanges, Qin Yun headed toward the women's side.

But to his surprise, the women's listings basically had no photos. He tossed this question to Wang Lili.

Wang Lili laughed. "Just look at the info up there and you'll know."

So Qin Yun's gaze fell on those sheets of paper, pink or red, and his mouth slowly fell open.

Compared to the men's side, which looked like a pile of archaeological finds just dug out of the ground, the quality on the women's side was unexpectedly high.

"'92, both parents are tenured high school teachers, three properties in Lincheng.'"

"'95, both parents are dual-income workers, I work at a public institution, annual income one hundred and fifty thousand.'"

"'99, public institution, looks eight out of ten, great figure, wide range of hobbies…'"

Qin Yun understood at once. For women, compared to these conditions, what people might care about more was looks, so they hid their photos and only let people see their conditions. Whether their looks were high or low, at a first meeting people would always come for the conditions on paper.

"Get it now?" Wang Lili said softly. "The men's conditions here aren't great—they're leftovers because they don't get picked. But the women here all have decent conditions and high standards—they're leftovers because they can't find anyone they like."

Saying that, she leaned in toward Qin Yun. "Want to put your info up here too? Even though you're divorced, with your conditions, plenty of Misses would definitely reach out."

Qin Yun replied, annoyed, "I'm an unemployed vagrant, and divorced on top of that. Who'd reach out to me?"

"Haha, just put up a photo and you're set."