OFR – Chapter 83 (2) It was late at night and everyone was asleep.

The girl’s real name was Jingbao.

She was a veteran level-grinder in Ask Dao. But since that game was more about cultivation than levels, being high-level didn’t make her a true “gaming god.”

Still, she was obsessed with leveling. In every new server of Ask Dao, her name always appeared on the level rankings—usually in the top ten.

While playing, she also did power-leveling for hire and streamed. Back when she was on YY, her monthly income wasn’t bad.

But recently, she had a falling-out with two teammates who were also YY streamers. Things turned ugly—once trusted teammates had become rivals smearing each other.

This left Jingbao exhausted, and she began thinking about switching platforms.

Now that she heard from Ah Hai about a god-tier spender willing to take her in, she was secretly delighted.

Staring nervously at the blank chat window, Jingbao finally sent a message:
“Hello, Cold Hao, I’m Jingbao from Qian Yiwen’s team.”

“Ding!”
A system prompt popped up, visible only to Mu Bai:

[Team Leader]: Jingbao
[Streamer Count]: 3
[Potential]: Average, with room to grow
[Whale Members]: 1, with a monthly spending potential of 50,000+
[Rating]: ★ (1 star)
[Difficulty]: Very easy to recruit, very easy to dismantle

Sitting in the passenger seat, Mu Bai nodded slightly.

It seemed that the system’s “one-star rating” was indeed easy to meet.

This team Ah Hai introduced was also a one-star. Recruiting them would net him 3,000 network silver coins.

After thinking it over, he started chatting with this girl called Jingbao.

Mu Bai intended to recruit her team; Jingbao was eager to join. The conversation went smoothly.

After a few minutes, Jingbao sent:
“Mm, Cold Hao, from now on I’ll definitely follow only your lead.”

Mu Bai replied:
“Good. After you sign the contract and move to Douyu, I’ll give you ten rockets every day to boost your visibility. The 30% rebate from those rockets will also go to you.”

Ten rockets meant 5,000 yuan. For him, it was nothing.

And since recruiting a one-star team gave him 3,000 network silver coins—something that normally required 30 million RMB in spending to earn—it was pure profit.

But to Jingbao, this promise was overwhelming.

She had streamed 12–13 hours a day before, and still made barely over 10,000 yuan a month.

Now Cold Hao was promising her team a base income of ten rockets per day—that was 3,500 yuan (after rebates).

Over a month, it came to 100,000 yuan. Split three ways, each of them would still get over 30,000.

Such a salary was something she had never dared to dream of.

Especially since her last team had fallen apart over money disputes.

Staring at his offer, Jingbao froze for a long while before sniffing and sending a voice message, her voice trembling with tears:
“Cold Hao, words can’t express my gratitude. When I’m in such a miserable state, you’re still so kind to me. Please rest assured—no matter what happens to us in the future, we’ll only ever recognize you as our boss.”

Reading this, Mu Bai typed back a short reply:
“Mm, it’s fine. Don’t cry. I’ll pull you into the group. Tomorrow, talk to the admin about the contract.”

He then added her to the Dusty World of Vanity group.

As soon as she joined, Haiqing, A Wen, and Xiaoyue immediately popped up with greetings.

Mu Bai himself said a few polite words, then logged off QQ.

Glancing at the time, he noticed it was already past midnight—the true dead of night.

He turned to the driver, Qian Yiwen, and asked:
“It’s after twelve. Feeling sleepy yet?”

Qian Yiwen, focused on the road, smiled:
“I’m fine, not sleepy at all. If you’re tired, go ahead and rest. We’ll reach the Xuzhou service area in about two hours. I can handle it.”

Her concentration behind the wheel made her look even more beautiful.

Hearing her firm reply, Mu Bai nodded:
“Alright. Pull over at the next rest stop. I’ll sleep in the back for a while. If you get drowsy, don’t push yourself—wake me.”

Qian Yiwen chuckled:
“Don’t worry. Even if I don’t value my own life, I still have to look after my Cool Mu.”

The two of them traded a few playful remarks.

Minutes later, she pulled into a roadside parking bay.

Mu Bai moved from the passenger seat to the back, lay down, and covered himself with the bedding he had just bought.

Before long, lulled by the steady hum of the car, he drifted off to sleep.