Although Boss Zhang made a lot of money, he still felt a bit contemptuous of Lin Xiaozhe for spending 50 million on this kind of game. He hadn't even put in any effort, yet they had obediently spent their money.

It's boring and offers no challenge whatsoever.

"Let me check how much I've earned so far, then I'll find a few more people to make another game and keep scamming people."

Mr. Zhang opened his computer and tried to access his company account, but was unable to. The system displayed that the account had abnormal funds and would be permanently frozen.

"Permanent freeze?"

"My money!"

Mr. Zhang uttered a few words through a sob, then slumped motionless in his chair.

Lin Xiaozhe's live stream at 3 PM.

[It's here! The broadcast starts this afternoon. I've got my stool ready.]

Beer, peanuts, ham sausage—tuck your legs in a bit.

[Front row is in position.]

[He dares to come again? He's probably just here to play the victim and make money; making money isn't shameful.]

Just thinking about how down on his luck he is now makes me smile. Dad's in a good mood today, so I'll give you a credit card.

As the camera pans out, the first thing viewers see is Lin Xiaozhe, squatting on the ground in an orange sanitation worker's uniform, with messy hair and a full beard. Scattered bottles and cigarette butts on the ground highlight his current state of destitution.

Haha, that's awesome! I watched him build a skyscraper, and then I watched it collapse.

[Isn't this Brother Gua? He looks so tired after just a few days.]

[How pitiful! So the top streamer with millions of followers is now working as a sanitation worker picking up trash? Here's a card for you, old man, to buy a bowl of noodles.]