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Chapter 1276 The Beachcombing Girl Streamer and the Aloof Campus God (3)

The Beachcombing Girl Livestreamer and the Cool Campus Heartthrob (Part 3)

Song Ning never expected that the video would go viral.

However, after that, his beachcombing videos generally received tens or hundreds of thousands of views, many of which were contributed by anglers, who believed that he must have some kind of charm that attracted fish to bite.

Song Ning wasn't sure if he had any charm, but he had posted a total of twenty-three videos of himself going to the beach, earning a total of over 13,000 yuan, which wasn't a lot, but it wasn't a small amount either.

However, the Xiaoyu app has already contributed more than 70,000 yuan in revenue.

Therefore, Song Ning's interest and passion for video revenue are mostly driven by passion, and he also worries that if the Xiaoyu app disappears one day, he will still have a way to make a living.

Going out to queue for a number and get the certificate wasted almost the entire morning. Song Ning put down her phone, took a nap, and then got up to make herself some lunch.

No need to process the small fish you buy. Just wash them clean, fry them briefly in oil, add a little water and seasonings, simmer for a while, and they're ready to serve. These extremely fresh small fish taste exceptionally sweet and are perfect with rice.

After finishing his meal, Song Ning picked up his phone, filming equipment, and his belongings for beachcombing and prepared to head out.

I had only taken a couple of steps out the door when a phone call came in.

It's Uncle Song.

Song Ning was a little confused. Didn't Uncle Song say that he had gone abroad to enjoy his old age with his son and daughter-in-law?

Why are you calling him again?

"Hey, Xiao Song, can you hear me?"

The sound from the other end was still deafening.

Song Ning silently moved her phone away a little. "Um, Uncle Song, is there something you need?"

"I do have a favor to ask you, it's a good thing."

"Is your house occupied by only you? You should still have some spare rooms, right? I have a distant relative whose student is an artist who wants to find a quiet place to create art. I don't understand, but isn't your place quiet with few people and cars?"

Song Ning's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to refuse, she heard Uncle Song boldly add the next sentence.

“I asked around, and my relative said that his student is quite wealthy. He can pay 5,000 yuan a month for rent. So I’m asking if you want to make that kind of money.”

Five thousand a month?

Song Ning was tempted, but he hesitated for a moment.

"Are you sure it's just one person? You're a student, right? It shouldn't be a girl, that would be a bit inconvenient."

Uncle Song: "No, no, how could I dare introduce a girl to this place? It's the middle of nowhere, how could I guarantee to my relatives that it's a man, an art student? But I heard he's a bit tall and big. Are you scared? If you're not scared, I'll go tell my relatives."

Song Ning, a tall and strong man, wasn't worried. Although the self-built house was three stories high, there was an external staircase on the second floor. At worst, they could just separate the second and third floors and keep to themselves.

After all, it's five thousand yuan a month, so why not take advantage of it?

Upon hearing his agreement, Uncle Song promptly hung up the phone.

Less than half an hour later, Uncle Song said that he would be packing his things from the school in about a week, and that his luggage might be sent over first. He asked Song Ning to help him pick up his luggage first.

Before Song Ning could even hesitate, Uncle Song had already transferred five thousand yuan to her via WeChat.

This time he didn't hesitate at all, indicating that he had no problem with this small service.

Those who give money are the bosses, and those who give money so generously and readily are the bosses among bosses. What's wrong with helping me pick up a package?

Those are minor issues.

However, after receiving another five thousand yuan, Song Ning thought for a moment and went outside to take a look.

The weather was great in the afternoon, almost too great. The scorching sun was beating down on his head. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to put his things down and just edit the video this afternoon.

Now that he's got his license, he'll go out to sea tomorrow to try his hand at sea fishing and see how it goes.

Song Ning is now quite adept at editing videos. He uses background music from several popular fishing games to create videos based on the different beachcombing content each day.

These background music tracks are currently relatively niche, and you can use them by paying a small fee. Song Ning skillfully spent two hours editing a new video, set a timer for posting, rode her electric scooter out to buy some fresh meat, eggs, and vegetables, put them in the refrigerator, ate a simple meal, and then washed up and went to bed.

The next morning, Song Ning took out his phone and contacted a fisherman.

The fisherman was only five or six years older than him, and his name was A-Xing.

Ah Xing is the son of Uncle Song's friend. When Uncle Song came here, Ah Xing helped pick him up. The two had a pretty good relationship.

Song Ning sought out Ah Xing to rent his boat for a day to go fishing.

"Have you gotten your certificate?"

Upon hearing his words, Ah Xing asked, "I had actually asked Song Ning to go fishing with me before, but Song Ning was quite stubborn and kept saying that we would wait until we got the certificate before we went."

He didn't understand all the intricacies of filming videos. In his opinion, Song Ning wasn't a serious fisherman; fishing was just something he did casually and didn't need to take so seriously. He hadn't seen Song Ning's videos, so he didn't think too much about it.

Song Ning: "Yeah, bro, is your boat available today? I'd like to book it for the whole day to film a video."

Ah Xing wiped his face. "No need. Renting a whole day isn't cheap. How about this, I have a few friends who want to go fishing together. If you don't mind, we can go out together today. You can treat me to a meal as payment for the gas, okay?"

He still thought Song Ning was just making videos for fun, and he was also trying to save Song Ning money.

Song Ning is the least likely person to refuse other people's kindness, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was actually not unacceptable.

"Can the other guys accept me filming videos? I can blur their faces or remove them in post-production. I'll treat everyone to dinner."

Ah Xing was amused. He thought Song Ning was a student who didn't know how to socialize, but he didn't expect him to be so shrewd.

"It's okay, we're all tanned like coal, so even if you take a picture of us, people won't be able to tell who's who. They won't have any objections."

He hung up the phone and called someone to go.

Song Ning packed up her things, took her filming equipment, and asked Ah Xing if he had any fishing rods. She then took the fishing rod she had bought and rode her electric scooter to town.

It was only four or five o'clock. He found a breakfast shop and got some breakfast to go: fried dough sticks, soy milk, meat buns, steamed buns, twisted rolls, and tea eggs. Then he drove off to find Ah Xing.

Ah Xing's home was not far from the town, and when Song Ning arrived, almost everyone else had also arrived.

Seeing this, Ah Xing waved his hand, "Come on, come on, get on the boat, get on the boat and I'll give you a tour. The weather is nice today, let's find a good spot before the sun comes out."