C17 Becoming the Number One Person in Chili Live

In an effort to secure a contract with Chili Live, Everett grabbed his phone and began a live broadcast for Wilber.

"Hello, Wilber. Allow me to introduce the place I'm in. It's situated on the northern edge of the Ironwharf Desert, known as the Limesvilles Desert.

A decade ago, Ironwharf expanded into Usneburg. Seven years ago, it reached Shaoland, which is the very desert beneath my feet.

This desert, being adjacent to Limesvilles County, is also referred to as the Limesvilles Desert. In recent years, it has seen a lot of activity, and it's become a place few dare to venture into. With over a thousand explorers having lost their lives here, it's truly a land of death.

However, today I'm excited to show you my incredible invention. You heard right—I've mastered the art of farming in the desert. From now on, I'll be sharing the process of my agricultural endeavors irregularly on Chili Live.

By following me, you'll witness the stunning desert oasis lawn, the serene desert sunrise, and the captivating desert sunset. Of course, you might also get the chance to see a sweeping sandstorm and the breathtaking sea of shifting sands!"

Everett kept on detailing his work, while Wilber nodded in agreement, remarking, "Impressive, impressive. Not only good-looking but also articulate."

After Wilber's comments, Meyer chimed in from the side, "Wilber, he's also a student at Hartlepool University."

"What? A student from Hartlepool University?"

"Yes!"

"That's the top university in Shaoland! No wonder his presentation is so eloquent."

Wilber was thoroughly impressed!

Everett lifted his phone to continue the live stream. "Please take a look, Wilber. This is the first desert scenic area I've developed, called the Bellhand Scenic Area.

Here we have Crescent Bay, a feature of the Bellhand Scenic Area. In the future, this place will be teeming with desert reeds and clear waters. Both sides will be planted with the softest, most prestigious desert Bellhand Lawn. Imagine visiting here, lying on the Bellhand Lawn, and watching the endless drift of reed fluff on the breeze..."

Everett broadcasted for five minutes before concluding. By the end of it, Wilber was utterly captivated, rising to his feet to applaud, "Fantastic, fantastic! Let's sign the contract, and we must promote this across the entire platform. Also, Meyer, Song, you two are coming to work for me as the general manager and content director!"

After their discussion, both Meyer and Sara eagerly shook hands with Wilber, sealing the deal. Everett then addressed the trio, "I'm ready to sign the contract, but let me be clear upfront—I need the $20 million in advance. I plan to invest that money into further developing Crescent Bay to ensure our live broadcasts are truly spectacular."

"Absolutely, you can iron out the specifics with Director Sara. And from now on, she'll be in charge of your branding and promotion. The contract will be emailed to you shortly," Wilber responded.

Wilber offered Everett a few words of encouragement before he went off to pop open a bottle of red wine in celebration. He had struck gold; with Everett's exceptional live streaming, Cat's Tooth's defeat was just a matter of time!

That night, Everett lay on the Bellhand Lawn, his spirits soaring!

Just a few days prior, he had been penniless, so broke that he couldn't even afford medical treatment and had been turned away. But now, who would dare to call him penniless?

Ever heard of a millionaire?

"Dad, Mom, Grandpa, I'm getting closer to you all. I know you're watching over me from above, and I promise to venture deep into the desert to find you!"

Under the night sky, which blanketed the Limesvilles Desert like a vast cauldron, Everett lay on the plush oasis, gazing up at the heavens, brimming with confidence about his future for the first time.

*Ding Dong!*

[You have a new message!]

Everett checked his phone and found an email from Chili Live in his inbox. He opened the electronic contract and scrutinized it closely, well aware of how many had been duped by such documents in the past.

After five minutes, Everett had thoroughly reviewed the contract. It was a star-making agreement from Chili Live, detailing how they would feature and promote him across the platform. This included a month-long spot on the homepage and a barrage of supportive notifications.

Naturally, they had expectations for Everett as well—he was to stream live for at least two hours daily, barring exceptional circumstances. And should any such circumstances arise, he would need to compensate for the missed streaming time later on.

Regarding the financial terms, they agreed to pay Everett a signing bonus of 20 million, with additional gifts to be split 60/40—Everett receiving the larger share and the platform taking the smaller. The contract was set for two years. If Everett decided to switch companies within that period, he would owe Chili Live a hefty penalty fee of 500 million.

Everett was quite pleased with the contract; he had no intention of leaving, let alone joining Cat's Tooth. He was determined not to defect but rather to outdo Money Nightingale and give Cat's Tooth a lesson in valuing talent.

"The vast expanse of the sky is my love..."

"Hey, Everett, this is Sara. Have you looked over the contract? Any issues?"

"I've reviewed it, Sara, no problems. I've signed it."

Everett ended the call, then proceeded to sign his name at the bottom of the contract using the handwriting mode and stamped it with his electronic fingerprint.

The year was 2023, and the world was rapidly advancing, particularly with the advent of the internet age. The era of paper contracts was long gone, replaced by electronic ones.

Having signed the contract, Everett registered an account with Chili Live and logged into the username they had provided him—a very auspicious one indeed.

Before he could begin his first broadcast, Sara called him again.

"The vast expanse of the sky is..."

"Hello, Sara, I've sent the contract to you!"

"There's no need for formalities; I'm not that much older than you. Just call me Sara or Jiaqi. By the way, we've decided to progress gradually, so for this month, skip broadcasting Crescent Bay. Start with Stratdwell Mountain Sandsea for the first half of the month, and once the audience has had their fill there, you can switch to the other location."

Everett felt a flutter in his heart at the thought of addressing such a beautiful person by her first name.

"Sara, I think I'll stick with calling you Sara. So, should I start the broadcast tomorrow?"

"Feel free to call me Sara, but we're going to promote you for the next two days. During this time, you won't need to broadcast. You can start your live streams the day after tomorrow. Also, it's imperative that Crescent Bay remains confidential. If anyone finds out, you'll be held accountable."

After Sara finished, Everett asked, "So, absolutely no one can know?"

"That's right."

"Okay then."

It looked like Marian and her group wouldn't get the chance to enjoy the stunning reed sunset at Crescent Bay. But it wasn't much of an issue, considering the scenic area was still under construction.