I took a contract out of my bag and handed it to him. “Mr. Brown, I now have 30 million fans. The commission for selling one batch is 70,000 dollars. Payment first, livestream later.”
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The last live stream of Double Eleven was over and my throat was completely hoarse.
For the past two weeks, we had been staring at the screen for eighteen hours a day. Welsey in the team was so tired that he fell asleep right in the chair backstage.
I took out my phone and sent each of them some money, then cleared my tight, sore throat. "Thank you all for working so hard these past two weeks. While other streamers are fighting for traffic and making money during Double Eleven, we’ve been here helping the villagers sell mangoes for free. I know you all gave up a lot of business opportunities. I really appreciate it."
My assistant Yovie rubbed her red eyes. “Lora, you’re the one who worked the hardest. You’ve turned down at least hundreds of dollars’ worth of deals over these two weeks…”
Welsey was awake now, his voice hoarse too. “Exactly. You spent your own money to rent equipment and pay for logistics just to help the villagers, without taking a single cent in commission. Lora, you’re way too kind.”