Chapter 169 - It’s Impossible to Sing Well (1/2)

“Let’s go back together. I’ll treat you to dinner.”

“Looking like this? What am I eating, dust? Besides, who knows who’s treating.”

Meng Fan helped move the furniture around and slipped out immediately. He left the cultural center and called a cab, arriving at his apartment eight minutes later.

He called some takeout before taking a shower, so it arrived once he finished.

He ate as he checked his mailbox and chat group, but it was silent.

These dubbing directors surely received several submissions and emails every day, but Meng Fan felt that with his own sense of presence, they should have seen his messages long ago.

And Meng Fan believed that the quality of his submissions should be passable.

This was kind of upsetting for Meng Fan.

In fact, the directors—who Meng Fan submitted to—did see Meng Fan’s submission and had no problem with the quality of his clips. But the problem lies in the fact that Meng Fan’s dubbing clips were all f*cking lead male character roles.

Also, they couldn’t help but admit that the dubbing clips that Meng Fan submitted were suitable for a male lead as well. His tone was charming, emotionally endearing, and deep!

It was just that what kind of male lead roles would go to a nameless guy like Meng Fan; he didn’t even have one legitimate credit!

Big productions aside, several small scale male vocal leads had higher requirements than this. They would at least hire trained voice actors.

After all, top-rated voice actors were not expensive, and the popular and trustworthy ones were not expensive, either.

If Meng Fan casted some clips that weren’t of a male lead’s dubs, the director might have been more tempted and assigned him some less important characters’ roles.

Naturally, Meng Fan didn’t know of the ridiculous yet fascinating mistake he made.

He could dwell in sadness all he wanted, but he wasn’t too anxious. There were still many things to do at hand.

He didn’t run at night nor go on night tours, let alone KTV.

In the last couple of days of grinding [Mic Hog], not only Zhang Zhou Wei and the others were uncomfortable, Meng Fan was quite disgusted with himself as well. Who wouldn’t be after singing a thousand songs in just three days? Plus the people he met while he was leeching songs were all kinds of strange.

He worked on his manga at night and opened his stream.

After gaining 10 million viewers for [Famous Streamer], the next level of reward came 90 million views later for the 100 million mark.

The rewards made Meng Fan’s mouth water, but it was so hard to achieve.

To be honest, Meng Fan was pretty adamant about completing this task, so he didn’t have an interest in streaming these last few days. However, he couldn’t be too lazy about the stream for he still wanted to maintain his connections with his fickle netizens, in addition to completing the rest of the missions and getting their rewards.

Were netizens the only ones that provided experience for [Famous Streamer]?

Of course not.

These fickle netizens were connected to other tasks like the [Collector of Millions]. If it wasn’t for the popularity brought about by the stream, it would be ten times more difficult to complete this task.

Plus the [Professional Manga Artist] task. This task required 100,000 sales of ten published works. If he wanted this level of sales, he had to rely on these netizens.

He had to treat them well!

Thinking of this, Meng Fan suddenly felt the rewards from the [Mic Hog] task were finally of use.

Working on his manga as he streamed at home, Meng Fan didn’t have to remain speechless like he did previously in the studio. He could talk as loud as he wanted at home and even play music along with it.