Chapter 41 – Sister Qiao
The girl gave an awkward smile, glanced at the barrage, then aimed her phone camera elsewhere.
"Sorry, handsome. I just remembered where I saw you today—at the Lamborghini showroom. You were test-driving a pink big bull."
Jiang Cheng leaned over to look at the phone and asked, "You're a Streamer? Working as a designated driver?"
Qiao Yinyin nodded politely. "When I'm free during the day I do a bit of driving. I'm an outdoor Streamer—may I film your car?"
Jiang Cheng checked the time—only six in the afternoon—and shrugged in agreement.
Seeing him say yes, Qiao Yinyin flashed a brilliant smile and raised her phone: "Big brothers in the stream, I can't believe I just ran into a ferrari 488—so hyped! This model's the star of today's Ferrari expo."
After speaking she read from her notes: "This car uses the same 4.9-liter V8 as the F8, plus three electric motors."
Total output: 640 horsepower."
"It's Ferrari's fastest production model—zero to 100 km/h in just three seconds."
The sultry Streamer's introduction made the chat explode.
"That plate isn't something ordinary people can get."
"Haha, anyone driving a Ferrari isn't ordinary."
"Privilege and wealth plates—take your guesses."
"Little Streamer might hook up with a Tycoon and jump classes overnight…"
Qiao Yinyin looked at the teasing comments and smiled wryly, choosing not to reply.
Streaming's tough these days, especially for a chat Streamer like her with no special skills. Compared with dancers who grab eyeballs, her popularity lags far behind, so she keeps the heat up with stunts—today she lucked out and met a Ferrari owner.
Beside them, Chen Li saw Jiang Cheng being so friendly to Qiao Yinyin; jealousy twisted her face. She refused to give up: "Handsome, I can drive too, and it's free."
"No thanks. Free stuff gives me ulcers. Let's go."
Jiang Cheng tossed the key to Qiao Yinyin and climbed into the passenger seat himself.
Taking the key, Qiao Yinyin opened the door and slid expertly into the driver's seat. She asked politely, "May I keep streaming while I drive? The camera will only show me, not you."
Jiang Cheng activated the interpersonal-scan system.
[Name: Qiao Yinyin]
[Age: 20]
[Height: 165 cm]
[Face score: 94]
[Figure: 90]
[Privacy: 0]
[favorability value: 50]
Reading that, Jiang Cheng frowned. Twenty?
Only two years older than him—but qualified to be a designated driver?
You need five years' driving experience minimum; Qiao Yinyin obviously doesn't meet that.
Since she was live, Jiang Cheng didn't expose her. Instead he asked, "You do this every day? You know how to drive a supercar?"
"Not usually. I happened to be free all day, streamed the auto show, and thought I'd pick up some extra cash. Don't worry, bro—I've test-driven plenty of sports cars. I used to be an auto-show blogger."
With that she deftly set up the phone mount and started the engine.
While driving she excitedly told the camera: "Doggos, never thought I'd actually pilot a Ferrari—and a top-spec 488 at that. It really gets the blood pumping. Don't get me wrong, I mean nervous heat—this is a Ferrari, I've gotta stay focused."
Watching her smoothly drive and stream at the same time, Jiang Cheng studied her. Without the favorability scanner he might have mistaken her for a loose Female Streamer with that potty mouth.
Once the car pulled away steadily, Jiang Cheng relaxed and leaned over to peek at her stream.
Streamer name: [Sister Qiao]. Decent heat, but few tips.
Her weekly rankings were tragic: Thursday already, yet top supporter had only tipped a bit over three hundred yuan, second place just over two hundred.
He checked her weekly growth—just over eight thousand points. That meant only about eight hundred yuan in tips this week.
At level 12, a small Streamer like her probably splits thirty percent with the platform.
So her daily income was roughly sixty yuan, and a beauty like her hadn't even filled fifty weekly slots.
It made Jiang Cheng recall the exposed Streamer Qiao Biluo—an obvious filter monster—yet she'd been streaming queen.
Meanwhile this genuine beauty's streaming stats were so bleak.
By contrast, Jiang Cheng's dream come true system had already saved nearly eighty thousand yuan in a single day.
He couldn't help saying, "Your weekly rankings are pathetic—over ten thousand viewers and only this much cash? Looks like nobody tips. No wonder you take side gigs. You'd earn more focusing on driving."
The instant he roasted her, the chat erupted.
"Haha, the Tycoon's right—pitiful little Streamer."
"What d'you mean no tips? Streamer, here's a Fishball coming your way."
"Brothers, show the Tycoon what us water friends can do—free gifts rolling!"
"Streamer, this month's free Flowers are all yours…"
Watching a wave of free gifts roll in, Qiao Yinyin pouted helplessly: "What can I do? I've got no skills, can't butter up the top supporter. All I can do is drive around, show my big brothers how crazy the traffic is in our Demon City."
Jiang Cheng glanced at her stream again.
Good grief—nothing but free trinkets. With this performance, still no real tip in sight.
Looks like these viewers are masters of empty promises.