662 The First Meeting With a Rich Man
The next morning, Lin Yi opened his eyes and saw that there were several notifications from Douyu on his phone.
However, most of them were from Zhang Xiaoyu.
It was early in the morning yesterday when she contacted him, and he had already fallen asleep.
Xiaoyu, “Big Brother, are you asleep?”
Little Fish, “Can I add you on WeChat?”
Little Fish, “Don’t worry, I won’t disturb you.”
Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu’s message, Lin Yi felt that it wasn’t a bad idea to add her.
Many of these things surrounding live streaming were worth learning.
Therefore, Lin Yi sent his WeChat ID to Zhang Xiaoyu.
“Lin Yi, stop sleeping. Go wash up and eat.”
“Got it.”
Hearing Ji Qingyan’s call, Lin Yi responded and got up to wash up.
By the time he arrived downstairs, Ji Qingyan had already served breakfast.
“Why are you just looking at me instead of coming down to eat?” Ji Qingyan looked up at Lin Yi, who was standing on the second floor.
Lin Yi stood on the second floor, smiling at Ji Qingyan.
She had a bunny headband on her head, which gathered her messy hair behind her head.
There was no fat on her smooth calves, which glowed like jade.
The current Ji Qingyan showed no trace of exquisiteness, but she was beautiful all the same.
“You look good.” Lin Yi smiled.
A sweet smile appeared on Ji Qingyan’s face. “Then, apart from being good-looking, does Mrs. Lin have any other merits?”
“She is virtuous, intellectual, kind, beautiful, and generous.”
Lin Yi’s praise embarrassed Ji Qingyan.
“Stop talking. I’m not that impressive. Just don’t blame me for being willful in the future if you say that. Come down and eat.”
Lin Yi smiled and went downstairs. Breakfast was simple, but it tasted sweet to him.
“Do you have any plans for today?”
“I’m doing a live broadcast,” Lin Yi said.
“But I have to study this thing first. I don’t know anything about it yet.”
“Have you thought about what content you will show in your live broadcast?”
Lin Yi shrugged. “I haven’t thought about it yet.”
“But let me make this clear first. Wear a mask and don’t show your face,” Ji Qingyan said seriously. “Also, I see that other streamers have a nickname. Do you have one?”
“Yes, Invisible Chicken Wings. Isn’t that cool?”
“Eh…”
Ji Qingyan had a look of disdain on her face. “It’s not cool at all. Think of a better name.”
“A nickname is just a code name. Anything will do.”
“You’re too laissez-faire about this. Change it to something more normal.”
“Then help me think of one.”
Ji Qingyan looked around before her gaze landed on some greenery in the corner.
Lin Yi’s expression changed. “You don’t want me to be called Money Tree, do you?”
“That would work too.” Ji Qingyan was thinking of the prosperous connotations. “Look at our money tree, her vines are so long they’re reaching the ground.”
“Uh, this name is a little unlucky.”
“Unlucky? It should be alright, right?” Ji Qingyan was puzzled.
“In any case, I can’t use that name.”
With the chopsticks in her mouth, her eyes darted around. “I know what you can call yourself.”
As she spoke, she ran to the television and took out a pink mask from under the television cabinet. She brought it to Lin Yi’s face.
“That’s right. Your live stream ID shall be Brother Mask.”
“A nickname is fine, but why did you bring me a pink mask?”
“Don’t you like pink? I thought I’d buy you pink.”
“Ji Qingyan, I haven’t taught you a lesson in a week, right?”
“Hehe…”