[TS] Formula One Streamer - Chapter 113
Fortunately, I managed to time the interview without being late. As soon as I logged into For One, I created a private room and changed the title to ‘Streamer KING Manager Interview.’
I had planned to hold the interview on For One from the start, and an offline interview was impossible as long as I was in Italy. Thus, the nature of the interview had to be somewhat lacking.
“Still, I should at least make a semblance of it.”
Even though it’s a manager interview, I should pretend to be somewhat professional. I wasn’t planning to exploit the managers with passion fees; instead, I intended to provide half of the profits generated from donations and secondary products like Vtube every month.
Being a manager could certainly be seen as a profession in its own right.
If the scale grows, it becomes a business. Considering the number of viewers watching my stream and the corresponding revenues, Streamer KING could be compared to a walking conglomerate.
So, I am the CEO, and the managers are my employees. I need to instill a sense of professionalism that being a manager is not child’s play, but a true profession.
For that, I first need to adjust my mindset.
This is a matter of life and d*ath for them. What I am doing is not simply being the local neighborhood boss; it’s about becoming a leader who truly takes responsibility for their lives.
Others might scoff at me for attributing such grand significance to hiring a game broadcast manager. However, I found it to be a significant contribution to my mindset, and I was quite satisfied.
“Alright. Shall we start inviting them slowly?”
With my mind, body, and interview preparations all set, I faced two race cars set up on the grid for the one-on-one interviews and began inviting the applicants, whom I had added as friends the day before, one by one.
“20 people… we need 20 people…”
As I checked each nickname while sending invitations, one was missing. I scrolled down to see who it was and found the dim, grayed-out nickname of QUEEN.
She is the biggest donor to my broadcast and also the one who has donated the highest amount. Not only does she send a lot of money, but her name also frequently appears in the chat, supporting me amidst the flood of messages.
“I wonder if she won’t come. I was curious about what she does…”
And, indeed. Among the applicants, I had been most looking forward to QUEEN, so I couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
Not because I was materialistic, but out of pure curiosity; I was most curious about QUEEN.
What kind of job does she have that allows her to send such outrageous donations multiple times a day? The total amount she has donated to my stream has already surpassed billions, and another zero is about to be attached.
Moreover, how long have I even been streaming? It hasn’t been long since I started, and if we count the actual days I’ve been on air, it hasn’t even been a month.
So… this is definitely an amount that a common person wouldn’t be able to send. Only the child of a conglomerate chairman or someone at that level could be capable of such donations.
“Ah, well, I guess I’ll meet her someday. Maybe we’ve already met.”
While I don’t know, QUEEN might know me. If she has the affection and ability to send such amounts, the probability is high that she was at the scene when I debuted as a driver.
She must have seen me. Where might she have seen me? Given her significant wealth, she was likely in the VIP section. Did she see me from afar or up close?
My imagination has no bounds. My curiosity about QUEEN’s identity only grew in size, but some things are just out of my control.
From the intuition of a driver, I can confidently say that I will meet QUEEN someday.
“It’s about time they should be coming…”
Putting my disappointment aside, after inviting all 19 applicants, I awaited them in the empty pit where I had cleared everything except the waiting area.
Soon, the knights summoned by KING began to arrive at the pit with a short message window.
[Mr. Science No.5 has entered.]
[Mr. Science No.3 has entered.]
“Hello, Mr. KING! It’s been a while!”
“Wow, it’s been ages, Mr. Yoo Yi-hyun. I think this is the first time since the educational broadcast; you’ve become even prettier.”
“I’m glad to see you too. How have you all been?”
Hmm. They may have a hoodlum look, but unexpectedly, the well-behaved jobless brothers from Science arrived the earliest.
[Mr. Daehan-nongmin has entered.]
When playing the farming and agriculture game Stardew Valley, the brat, Daehan-nongmin, was always giving me advice that was both frustrating yet helpful, never leaving the broadcast.
His nickname, which seemed like it came from farming school, ironically belonged to a viewer who looked like a young girl who just started high school.
Of course, since I had set the eligibility for applicants as adults, she must have been quite young-looking.
“Ah! Th-this is my first time meeting you, Lee Hyun unni…!”
“O-oh, so you were Daehan-nongmin? Nice to meet you.”
Wait, unni? I reflexively dropped my speech in response to her calling me “unni,” but something feels off. I’m only nineteen…
I quickly grabbed Daehan-nongmin, who was about to rush back to her seat.
“By the way, how old are you?”
“I-I’m twenty-two.”
“Ah, you look so young…”
“I hear that a lot. I’m short and have a baby face… but I assure you, I’m an adult…!”
What was she so embarrassed about? Daehan-nongmin covered her small face with her hands and darted back to the waiting area, so I couldn’t see her because she ended up sitting behind the Science brothers.
The one who had been hurling harsh words about agriculture turned out to be so timid in person (though I couldn’t exactly say it was in person).
So this is the keyboard warrior.
Ah, by the way, I forgot to ask her why she called me unni. I have to remember to ask that later.
As I organized my impressions of the arriving applicants, I welcomed the next batch.
[Mr. Kingslayer has entered.]
[Ms. Park Soon-ja Bokbunja has entered.]
[Mr. Kinglove has entered.]
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“Welcome.”
“It’s nice to see you.”
“Feel free to sit in the remaining seats over there.”
“Please fill the front seats first!”
It was chaotic trying to manage and receive guests by myself, but thanks to the Science brothers helping with the seating, and the other applicants following instructions well, the interview preparations were completed smoothly.
Of course, there should be an introduction to the interview.
After a series of ups and downs, I stood in front of the 19 gathered individuals and greeted them.
“Hello. I’m Streamer KING, and Ferrari driver Yoo Yi-hyun.”
“Wow!!!”
“That’s awesome, Yoo Yi-hyun!”
As the Science brothers cheered with applause and shouts, the other applicants soon joined in the chorus. Grateful for their enthusiasm, I scanned the room, then calmed them down with my palms facing down and continued speaking.
“First of all, I would like to thank the applicants for taking the time to come here.”
I bowed at a 90-degree angle to show my respect. This time, the atmosphere turned quiet.
“Before we begin the interview, I will address the most important issue regarding compensation. The compensation is…”
I spoke the prepared line fluently and smoothly. Since it was a simple payment method stating that I would pay half of the revenues generated inside and outside the broadcast on the first of every month, it was not difficult at all. I was concerned about whether anyone would have any objections, but surprisingly, everyone seemed to agree.
Of course, I wasn’t worried that they would think the amount was small. Even if shared among 20 people, the total pot of money gathered in a month was substantial, and because these individuals were the ones who donated the most, they likely understood the approximate salary better than anyone else.
However, I was concerned that they might still think it was too little, and that was the problem.
What manager wouldn’t find it challenging? However, being KING’s manager ranked at the top in terms of both difficulty and stress level.
While having twenty managers isn’t excessive, the number of viewers they need to manage is astronomically higher.
Considering that the number of viewers comfortably surpasses over a hundred thousand, even if we base it on a minimum of 200,000, each manager needs to care for ten thousand viewers.
Maintaining clarity in a chatroom divided into hundreds and organizing the countless incoming donation and subscription messages would surely be a headache.
One would imagine that wearing the armband of a manager would bring authority, but once you actually wear it, it becomes a grueling job. Thus, I was quite willing to accommodate the applicants seeking more than half of the revenues.
When I asked if they had any comments they wanted to make, the applicants replied.
“None.”
“I don’t have anything!”
“Just being a manager for you is good enough.”
In a very touching manner, they unanimously passed the most sensitive part of job-seeking: compensation.
Naturally, I wasn’t moved because it meant my own earnings wouldn’t decrease. At this moment, it felt like a confirmation of their sincerity towards me, which made me emotional.
While glancing at them through misty eyes, the Science brothers, with determined expressions, broke the silence.
“I’m okay with passion fees.”
“I can do that too!”
Oh good, if that’s how they want it, then why not let them?
To give them some tension, I declared to the applicants.
“Then Mr. Science No.5 and No.3, based on your prior statements, you will be working on passion fees…”
Immediately, there was a reaction.
“No, Teacher. If you actually do that…”
“I don’t know this person. Passion fees? Do that on your own.”
The applicants burst into laughter at the astonished expressions of the two.
Thanks to the heartfelt brotherly love from No.3, who had completely betrayed No.5, the stiff atmosphere dissolved in no time.
Gratefully smiling at them for the perfect timing to cut the tension, I announced the start of the actual interview.
“The interview will proceed in a one-on-one conversation format on the grid. When I call you by voice, please step forward in order.”
Having finished my statement, I approached the grid and entered the cockpit of the red race car facing the one I was about to interview.
KING: Mr. Science No.5.
Mr. Science No.5, confused, looked at the race car before him.
“Uh… where do I sit, Teacher?”
I pointed to the cockpit across from him.
Displaying an utterly confused demeanor, he awkwardly entered the cockpit facing me, and I looked at him with satisfaction.
“… Are you serious? We’re doing the interview like this?”
“Why? Isn’t it atmospheric?”
“Atmospheric… it is. Like a cult vibe.”
What is this? Is it strange? I thought it was a very cool setup…
At that moment, a wave of late embarrassment surged over me, and I snapped at him.
“Come on! When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I’m the king here; so don’t question me!”
“But you said to speak freely if we wanted to…”
“Get in!!!”
Thus began a first interview that hardly felt like an interview.