At this moment, Zheng Xiaoyu sent Gao Yan a WeChat message: Honey, why are you scrolling through your phone at this hour?

I was born to be talented: Don't like it?

Yu Bao: I do like it, but the PK competition hasn't even started yet. It would be a waste if you spent money on it now.

Born to be talented: Don't worry, I'm not short of money. Just broadcast well, and I'll give you a surprise when you compete.

If Gao Yan were to spend real money to buy these gifts, it would really hurt, but since the gifts he bought were all from virtual currency cards, it didn't matter to him at all.

Yu Bao: Thank you, my husband, I love you.

Inside a villa in Shanghai.

An ugly, overweight middle-aged man stared at his phone with a gloomy expression. The screen showed Zheng Xiaoyu's live stream.

"Damn it, where did this guy, who isn't Brother Yan, come from?"

Yes, this person is the CEO Shen who has been relentlessly pressuring Zheng Xiaoyu, trying to force her to submit.

Just when it seemed the woman was about to give in, an unexpected obstacle appeared out of nowhere.

Thinking of this, he clicked into a WeChat group and @everyone: Everyone, does anyone know where "I am not Brother Yan" comes from?

This WeChat group was created by a wealthy patron of Tiger Entertainment.

There is only one requirement to join the group: you must give the streamer at least 1 million in gifts.

Upon seeing Boss Shen's speech, those who knew the situation secretly found it amusing. This Boss Shen had long coveted Yu Bao and colluded with the guild behind Yu Bao to suppress her.

It's all for the sake of winning over Yu Bao.

Furthermore, he asked the other big spenders in the group to give him face and not to send gifts to Yu Bao.

We're all online gamers, so we're happy to give him face.

Without her older brother's protection, Yu Bao's popularity plummeted in the previous few months.

Just when they were about to close the net, someone suddenly said, "I'm not Brother Yan." Many people could imagine President Shen's furious reaction.

Han Zong @ Shen Zong: That "I am not Yan Ge" is a new account that was registered less than a month ago. Including the 500,000 tonight, he has spent a total of 600,000 on Yu Bao. He has not spent money on any other streamers. He must have come for Yu Bao. Maybe he knows Yu Bao in real life.

Mr. Shen: Impossible. If she knew such a rich person, why would she wait until today to swipe her card?

Wu Xiaodao: Could it be that Yubao created his own alternate account?

Mr. Shen: That's even more impossible. I know her income; she simply can't come up with 600,000 to spend.

So handsome he has no friends: Old Shen, I'm not trying to criticize you, but if you wanted to win her over, you could have just thrown money at her. Why bother with all these underhanded tactics? Now that someone else has taken the prize, I think you deserve it.

The guy who's so handsome he has no friends is a rich second-generation. He doesn't like what CEO Shen does and wants to win over Yu Bao. You should send him more gifts. If he's willing, then everyone will be happy.

If the other party is unwilling, just find another target. Why resort to underhanded methods to deal with a female anchor?

To be honest, they just don't want to spend more money.

This Mr. Shen has been playing on the Huyu platform for three years. He is said to be a super rich player, but in the past three years, he has only spent about 1.5 million on gifts.

Faced with the mockery of being so handsome he had no friends, President Shen was furious, but he couldn't afford to offend him, so he could only pretend he didn't see it. Instead, he sent a message in the group: "Can anyone help me get Brother Yan's WeChat ID? I'll go talk to him."

After gifting 100 luxury cruise ships, Gao Yan quit Huyu Live.

I'm going to take a shower.

Suddenly, a friend request came in.

Upon clicking, the nickname was "Shen Baiwan" and the profile picture was a black Rolls-Royce.

Friend request: I'm not Yan Ge, I need to talk to you.

So Gao Yan clicked "accept".

As soon as we added each other as friends, the other person sent a message: "Bro, aren't you being a little unfair?"

Gao Yan was a little confused: What do you mean?

Shen Baiwan: Yu Bao is a streamer I've been eyeing for a long time. Brother, are you trying to snatch food from the tiger's mouth?

A flash of insight struck Gao Yan, and he immediately realized who this guy was. Wasn't he the ugly CEO Shen who had repeatedly forced Zheng Xiaoyu to submit?

Immediately, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and he replied: So what if you've got your eye on it? I'm rich, and what business is it of yours if I want to give gifts to the streamer?

Upon seeing Gao Yan's reply, President Shen was furious: Kid, I advise you not to be so arrogant!

Born to be talented: Is arrogance illegal? You're a poor bastard who can't afford to send gifts and only knows how to use despicable means to coerce a female streamer. You have the nerve to come here and bark like a madman. Get lost!

After sending the message, Gao Yan immediately blocked President Shen.

Mr. Shen was too lazy to type, so he directly replied with a voice message. However, as soon as he sent it, he found that Gao Yan had already blacklisted him.

"You little bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

Mr. Shen was furious and smashed his phone in anger.

Gao Yan didn't take this little incident to heart. He went into the bedroom to get a change of clothes and then headed straight for the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Gao Yan drank two glasses of medicinal wine, then picked up a book and went into the bedroom, intending to read it before going to sleep.

Time passed gradually.

Gao Yan frowned slightly because he heard a faint noise coming from the bedroom.

He subconsciously used the Golden Eyes.

He saw his bedroom door quietly open from the outside, and then a man in black wearing a hat and mask entered the living room.

"What's going on?"

Gao Yan's expression was somewhat strange. He put down the book in his hand, quietly got out of bed, slipped to the door, and then opened the bedroom door.

Upon hearing the noise, the intruder instinctively looked up.

Their eyes met.

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