Lin Chu leaned back on the sofa, casually glancing over the resume of the face-changing performer.
Zhang Peng sat beside him, giving a brief introduction.
His name was Dai Pingchuan, thirty-three years old.
In the past, he had worked at rural weddings and funerals. As a teenager, he learned the suona, and as a young man, he studied Henan opera. Later, he picked up crosstalk and even participated in a variety show, but his skills were unrefined. Lacking any standout qualities, he was eliminated during the preliminary auditions.
Later, by a stroke of luck, he met a master of the face-changing art. He began studying under him and actually managed to learn it.
He had a good aptitude for it; his ability to learn was quite strong.
Dai Pingchuan had been streaming the whole time, but his popularity was poor. Without a company or a management team, it was hard for an independent streamer to get big. He was just scraping by, with only about ten thousand followers.
