Earning money through personal ability, especially through live streaming, is indeed lucrative, without the cumbersome formalities and rules.
You can stream whenever you want.
While it can't compare to the pampered lifestyle of a true celebrity.
But compared to the constraints of being a celebrity, this is actually the best choice.
Don't think being a celebrity is easy. Their schedules are already fully booked, leaving them with virtually no personal time.
Appearing on variety shows, filming movies and TV dramas, press conferences, attending other parties, and even providing sexual services are all part of the equation.
They're practically puppets, and they can't break their contracts. Breaking a contract means paying exorbitant compensation fees—nobody can afford that!
Zhao An was sitting in an office, a place for him to study.
After all, the wealthy can enjoy preferential treatment, and the combination of wealth and academic excellence makes it even more preferential.
Meanwhile, Li Mingying, who had just finished class, received a phone call. "Hello, Ms. Li, right? Pay up now, or I'll call the police!"
These words sent a shiver down Li Mingying's spine. She felt like the sky was falling. "Could you give me a few more days?"
"Hmph, I don't care if you sell your house or your car, just pay me back now, or I'll call the police!"
The driver on the other end of the line was anything but friendly; he was simply following the rules.
"This... I really can't raise that much money."
Li Mingying's heart trembled violently. If the police were called, she didn't know how the school would handle it.
Besides, it was mentioned in today's meeting that teachers must set a good example and not bring negative influence to the school, otherwise they would be dismissed!
If it got to the police station, Li Mingying would most likely lose her job. If she lost her teaching position, how would she repay her debts?
"Hehe, I have an idea. Want to consider it?"
The driver chuckled sinisterly, his expression malicious.
A sense of foreboding flashed through Li Mingying's mind. Having no other choice, she tentatively asked, "What idea?"
"It's simple. You sleep with me once, and I'll ask my boss to buy you some time. Or you can sleep with our boss—I don't know how long, but 300,000 is no small sum. Do you think you're still young?
Hmph, I advise you to think it over carefully. Either settle it officially and pay up, or settle it privately!"
The driver continued to threaten.
This was his specialty.
Li Mingying immediately refused. "Pah! You're dreaming!"
She slammed the phone down. She wouldn't do something so despicable.
If people found out, how could she continue being a teacher?
Her chest heaved with anger, her large breasts rising and falling with it, looking extremely alluring, revealing the unmistakable charm of a mature woman.
These words…
Zhao An heard them all, a seductive smile playing on his lips. He knew it was time to act.
So he picked up his guitar, went to the music room, and began to play, humming a tune.
Li Mingying was somewhat lost in thought, unsure of what to do next. Worried, she went to the music room, only to hear a melodious tune, calming her considerably. A little puzzled, she looked inside and saw the talented student playing guitar and humming a tune.
"It's him!"
For some reason, Li Mingying suddenly had a strange idea: to borrow money from Zhao An!
A teacher borrowing money from a student—it sounded unbelievable, but upon reflection, aside from the awkwardness, it seemed insignificant.
Besides, Zhao An was very rich, really very rich, and very generous. He often treated students from the school to meals.
Although it was only occasional, a single meal for a whole school of students could cost thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan—that was a huge sum!
"Zhao An, is this a new piece?"
After Zhao An finished playing, Li Mingying approached him with a smile.
Her voice carried a hint of humility.
Zhao An put down his guitar, took out a pencil, and scribbled on a sheet of music. "Yes, I had some inspiration, so I just composed a little piece. Teacher, are you going to class? I'll leave in a bit."
"No, I don't have class. Please feel free. Is this piece for an album?"
Li Mingying knew she couldn't rush things, so she started a conversation.
She couldn't ask for a favor by immediately asking for money!
Zhao An shook his head. "No, this piece might be for the company. Maybe it can be used in a movie, it depends. I prefer to do things my own way. Teacher, judging from your expression, is something wrong? Feel free to tell me. Even if I can't help you, some advice would be helpful.
Of course, if you feel it's hard to say, then just pretend I didn't say anything. Maybe I'm overthinking it, haha."
Li Mingying was about to say something when she received a phone call. Her face suddenly changed, turning pale. It was the traffic police contacting her, asking her to go to the traffic police station to handle the follow-up compensation for the accident.
This was a notification! If she dared to run away, she could expect to be ruined!
"Okay, wait a moment, I'm coming now."
Zhao An just smiled and didn't speak, continuing to sketch on the score.
His expression was calm; he knew the fish had taken the bait!
Li Mingying's face paled slightly…
Watching Zhao An's retreating figure, she gritted her teeth and said, "Zhao An, I need your help. Is it convenient for you?"
"Sure, go ahead and tell me. I'll listen. I'll help if I can, and I won't help if I can't. I hope you understand."
Zhao An smiled, sat down in a chair, and beckoned to Li Mingying. "Come, sit down here and talk. No rush, take your time."
Li Mingying walked over, her eyes slightly red, and recounted what had happened yesterday. "It's like this… Zhao An, can you help me?"
Zhao An stroked his chin, feigning a thoughtful expression. "Teacher, according to what you've said, the other party might be a chemical plant owner. I've heard of him; he's quite lecherous, often goes to brothels, and even pimps for other bosses. Heh, he probably has his eye on you."
These words made Li Mingying's face turn deathly pale.
Although it was a little difficult to talk about this with a student…
But that's reality. "What, what should we do! Zhao An, please help me! Please, please help me!"