Chapter 12 (2/2)
In the office building of the Aile Live Broadcast Company, President Mike was having an emergency meeting to discuss how to sign a contract with John.
In front of him was an S-rank contract, the highest-level contract in the industry.
The conditions that Aile offered John were even better than Apple TV.
There was the same five million guaranteed fund and the stream profits were an 80-20 splie, but the duration of the contract was changed to two years.
An S-rank contract was already the highest level contract in the industry, representing the most generous conditions.
Generally speaking, only big streamers with millions or even tens of millions of fans, or celebrities who had their own traffic, could get such a contract.
However, in order to sign a contract with John, the four big live broadcast platforms did not hesitate to take out an S-rank contract.
They even changed some of the terms and conditions of the contracts to give the profits to John.
John did not know that the four major live streaming companies had long been waiting for him to sign the contracts because of their open and secret struggles.
At this moment, John was still meditating and breathing.
If it were any other live streamer doing this, they would definitely be judged to death by the fans.
However, John’s live broadcast of meditation did not lose its popularity in the live broadcast room. The number of people online continued to increase and the number of gifts soared.
“By watching the leader meditate, I suddenly understand what it means to be selfless.”
“Today, I was scolded by the boss. I really wanted to beat him to death, but watching the leader meditate, my heart suddenly calmed down.”
“Lil Si is so obedient. It actually stayed motionless behind the leader like a guardian.”
“Who are you looking down on? Isn’t it just meditation? I know how to do it too.”
“I’m very curious. How many minutes can the leader last while maintaining this posture?”
“Hehe, if the leader can last for thirty minutes, I’ll reward him with a rocket.”
“Upstairs, are you the one who bet that the leader can’t last ten minutes while meditating while in a half-squat stance is morning?”
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John’s back when meditating was tilted back by 45 degrees. It didn’t seem difficult, but if one tried it, one would know what it meant to suffer.
Moreover, John did not move at all as he persisted in meditating.
Whether it was meditation or other postures, as long as he did not move, his blood would flow smoothly.
An average person could persist for five to six minutes. However, after ten minutes, their muscles would become sore, stiff, numb, and stinging.
This pain would multiply with time.
In the end, every second was an unbearable punishment for ordinary people.
Everyone knew this.
Therefore, when the netizens saw John meditating, they became curious.
No one knew how long John could last, except for the first batch of fans who had watched the live broadcast in the morning.
Half an hour passed, and the discussion in the live broadcast room gradually became heated.
“Oh my God, if I didn’t see the host sitting down with my own eyes, I would have thought that he was a stone man.”
“I just finished meditating for ten minutes, and now my legs are so numb that I can’t stand up.”
“Is he still meditating? The priest is too amazing! he really isn’t moving at all!”
“Damn, I compared the scene from half an hour ago, and I thought I hit the pause button.”
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The netizens who had just made a bet about John suddenly gifted him a large airplane.
Message: “Alright, alright. I’m really impressed. The religious leader is too awesome!”
John continued to meditate. He looked like a wooden sculpture made of clay.
An hour passed.
An hour and a half passed.
Two hours passed.
Two and a half hours passed.
Three hours passed.
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Netizens in the live broadcast room, “…”