Chapter 66

“Zhang Feng...”

Qin Xiaoyu opened his mouth, a memory flashing rapidly through his mind—he quickly recalled the young man’s name beside him.

As it happened, this young man named Zhang Feng had been an old acquaintance of the original owner; both had grown up in the same orphanage, playing together since childhood.

In memory, Zhang Feng was a man of great loyalty.

When the original owner graduated and started his own business—a game studio—he borrowed thirty thousand yuan from Zhang Feng due to insufficient startup capital.

But.

After more than a year of entrepreneurship, the original owner’s financial situation had barely improved; he remained barely above poverty, with no savings whatsoever—and thus that loan had gone unpaid until now.

Still.

Zhang Feng was a man worth knowing.

Throughout this long period, he had never once brought up repayment.

Whenever the original owner mentioned it, Zhang Feng would always say, “No rush—pay me back whenever you’re able.”

In this day and age, few people lend money at all; those who lend and don’t pressure for repayment are rarer still.

Zhang Feng’s face lit up with the joy of reuniting with an old friend; he glanced over Qin Xiaoyu several times and said:

“When I came back this time, I went to your studio—but the property management said you’d moved out. Didn’t expect to run into you in the car! How’ve you been lately?”

“Getting better, just really busy!”

Qin Xiaoyu smiled; he held a good impression of Zhang Feng. Thinking of the thirty thousand yuan, he added:

“I’m transferring the money to you—thanks!”

“What are you being so formal for?”

Zhang Feng glanced at the transfer notification popping up on WeChat, scolded him lightly, then added after a pause:

“But since you’ve already sent it, I’ll take it!”

“Of course!”

Though this money wasn’t borrowed by Qin Xiaoyu himself, it wasn’t a large sum—and without it, his studio likely wouldn’t exist today.

So Qin Xiaoyu felt repaying it on behalf of the original owner was only right.

“Are you traveling for work?”

Zhang Feng didn’t refuse the money when it was offered, accepted it right there, then looked up at him and asked:

“Going to Hancheng to handle something for a game company! What about you—how’ve you been?”

There was no need to mention the award ceremony to everyone—it wasn’t a major prize anyway—so Qin Xiaoyu merely mentioned it in passing and turned the question back to Zhang Feng.

“Me? Don’t even bring it up!”

Zhang Feng shook his head and sighed: “I just quit my job a while back. Did some short videos, built up a small fanbase, now I’m doing livestreaming.”

The wild boom of livestreaming has long passed.

Even for girls with fair skin, beauty, and long legs, becoming popular isn’t easy unless a guild is willing to pour money into promoting them.

For a man, making money in this field is even harder.

“What do you livestream? Earlier you mentioned spending money—was it gaming? League or PUBG?” Qin Xiaoyu recalled Zhang Feng’s earlier words and asked curiously.

“It’s gaming, sure—but not the ones you mentioned. How many pro players are livestreaming now? What chance do newcomers like us have?”