Chapter 150 Earning 90 Million in a Week 14
"Tang Ze gave me 500,000, I earned 500,000 myself, and the girl who was a big shot on the list gave me another 500,000."
"So, I now have 1.5 million."
There was no one in the live broadcast room, which had not allowed any viewers in yet. Jiang Yuelu was sitting in the middle, working on a calculator.
"There's still a big gap between 1.5 million and 90 million."
"I could have made more money on the first night, but I was only focused on creating a cold and ruthless persona, so I played once and quit. Now I regret it so much."
"There are still six days until the end of the competition. I need to earn 90 million in these six days. Every night I have to..." He pressed a few times on the calculator, "15 million..."
Jiang Yuelu's teeth started to ache when she saw this number.
"I only earned 500,000 yuan even though I was on such a good list yesterday, and the number of PKs I can receive in one night is very limited. To put it bluntly, even if I broadcast for 12 hours, win every game, and get on the list every time, I can only make 6 or 7 million yuan in the best traffic situation..."
"And even just 90 million is not enough. I need to have at least a lot more to have a chance of winning."
"Everyone knows the 90 million figure, and everyone is definitely working towards that number. I can't just reach it, otherwise I won't win."
After all, I still don’t make enough money.
Jiang Yuelu really doubted how the champions of previous competitions had accumulated 90 million. Did they have some mysterious way to make money from money?
"One person's power is limited." He said to himself, "The most money a person can earn is a few million. I should find some companions."
"Among the people who came to me for cooperation, Ximujin is the most suitable one considering their strength, personality and other conditions."
He decided to talk to Ximujin later. Cooperating with people is a big deal, and cooperating with ghosts requires even more careful consideration.
"If Ximujin doesn't give me the greatest benefit, I will definitely not follow him." Jiang Yuelu made up his mind, tidied up his clothes, took out the transportation scale and operated it. A lifelike and tall dark black armor appeared in front of him.
I have to say that men’s dreams are similar.
Putting aside the weight, he quite likes wearing this thing. He always feels like a dark version of Iron Man.
Soon, the judge without a single piece of skin exposed appeared in front of them. He immersed himself in the play in silence and opened the door of the live broadcast room. The audience who had been blocking the door and knocking swarmed in, many of them carrying his fan tags.
But what they said left Jiang Yuelu puzzled.
"Inquisitor—Mom is coming!"
"I admire your courage, but today is the second day of the show. Isn't it a bit reckless to challenge my mother right away?"
"Brother, think about it carefully. It's not easy to earn some family property."
Mom...who is that?
They were definitely not talking about Jiang Yuelu's own mother, so they must be talking about other anchors. But now he hasn't connected yet, how come they know who he is going to PK with in advance?
Just when I was confused, a call came in.
Jiang Yuelu took a look and realized that her mother was here.
A warm pastoral background appeared on the screen. The "mother" they were talking about looked very young, with crescent-shaped eyebrows, Chinese-style facial features, and the corners of her eyes slightly raised.
She looked very kind and smiled gently.
"Inquisitor No. 0, I have long heard of your name."
Jiang Yuelu nodded silently. His character did not allow him to say any more nonsense.
"I have a child who once wanted to be a judge. He said he wanted to eliminate evil and promote good, and bring justice. I always said that he had read too many fairy tales, so he would say such childish things."
Mom shook her head. "Where is true justice?"
"But please don't mind. I have no prejudice against the Inquisitor. On the contrary, I admire a brave and fearless ghost like you. With a ghost like you who is full of justice, my child will have a better life in the future."
The silent judge uttered hoarsely, "Stop talking nonsense. What's the matter?"
"hehe."
Mom glanced at him and said, "Actually, the person I chose was Ximujin, but you insisted on jumping in front of me, so I have nothing to say."
Jiang Yuelu was puzzled. "You chose Ximujin and went to find him. What does it have to do with me?"
"Aren't you the famous new anchor supporting the Corpse Society? Of course I came to you with my child."
"Are you crazy?"
"Inquisitor." The mother lowered her head and laughed, "Do you know what kind of people my child hates the most?"
"What kind?"
"You're lying."
"..." Jiang Yuelu was about to say something, but she stopped him by gently raising her hand.
"Before I met you, I was quite looking forward to it. After all, it's not every year that you get to meet someone who's good-looking and not afraid of death. There aren't many newcomers like you who are ready to provoke before the show even starts."
“But now, I’m a little disappointed.”
"No matter whether you are as 'righteous' as the rumors say, and no matter what your purpose is in provoking me before and pretending to be dead now, I will take your head."
The screens merged into one, and Mom disconnected.
Jiang Yuelu glanced at the flying barrage of comments.
"Brother, this time the pattern is small."
"Although you just joined the Corpse Society and Ximujin was picked by your mother, which is a bit unlucky, but there is no need for you to lie and deny it."
"We added it, so we added it. If we are men, we should have some courage."
"Show the same momentum you used to shoot Zhao Erliu in the head yesterday—"
"Let's go, let's go. Yesterday was indeed the [Inquisitor (Limited Edition)]"
…
Jiang Yuelu sat for a while, found Ximujin, and called him privately. The other party answered the call quickly, "What's going on? How did I join your club?"
Ximujin hung up without saying a word.
Jiang Yuelu couldn't defeat the opponent anymore, so the opponent pretended to be dead.
After thinking for a moment, he connected to Ximujin on the public screen that the audience could see. This time the call was connected, and a dazzling golden light was emitted right away. The president of the Corpse Society greeted him with a smile, as if he didn't notice that the Inquisitor's face had turned as black as a spatula.
"My vice president, we are just missing you. We are waiting to discuss the PK plan for tonight."
Jiang Yuelu stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled, "President."
"Have you ever thought about the consequences of doing this to me?"
"Of course, wasn't this agreed upon before? As long as tonight passes, you can be the president of the Corpse Society." Ximujin said with a smile.
Thousands of people are watching here, they can't afford to fall out.
"But the fight hasn't started yet, has it? Brother Inquisitor, please don't be impatient."
"I'm not in a hurry." Jiang Yuelu said with a smile.
"If you are not in a hurry for something that should be in a hurry, why should you be in a hurry for something that should not be in a hurry?"
A drop of cold sweat ran down Ximujin's forehead. He covered his mouth with his golden fan and made the shape of his lips: read the private message.
[Xi Mujin (President of the Corpse Society): Brother, my dear brother, I don’t recognize my dear brother anymore, I recognize you, do you think it’s okay? Please help me tonight, crying cat head jpg]
[Ximujin (President of the Corpse Society): Go ask the people in our society whether I have promised not to let anyone disturb you and let you make your own decision.]
[Ximujin (President of the Corpse Society): I really had no other options so I put up the banner. I never expected that right after I found you, your mother would target me. She didn't care about me much in the past years, but now she's gone mad...]
Jiang Yuelu raised his head and said to Ximujin who could see it on the public screen: "You hung the banner to attract fire for me, but I'm just a new member."
The cold sweat on Ximujin's forehead flowed even more fiercely, "..."
[Ximujin (President of the Corpse Society): Forget it, I'll tell you the truth, it's definitely worth it to work with us, do you believe it? ]
[Inquisitor: I have no interest in your shabby club.]
【Ximujin (President of the Corpse Society): You finally pay attention to me. Who told you that we are the only ones who can do it? If you take down Mom, I dare say you can earn this much money tonight.】
Jiang Yuelu looked up and glanced at the screen, and Ximujin made the number eight in front of his fan.
[Judge: Eight hundred thousand? You are kidding me.]
[Ximujin (President of the Corpse Society): Eight million! ]
Jiang Yuelu raised her head: "What if I lie to you?"
Ximujin said quickly: "I lied to you, I will commit suicide tomorrow!"
"That won't work." Jiang Yuelu said in a deep voice: "If you lie to me, start a live broadcast and connect with Tang Ze tomorrow, and let Tang Ze kill you." In this way, he can make another fortune.
Seeing the twists and turns in his mind, Ximujin complained in a low voice, "This is really a madman who only cares about money."
"Okay, now you can come with me to the meeting, everyone is waiting."
"This is Die, Lao Liu, Liusu Girl... An Ran." Ximujin introduced them one by one while tapping the screen. "This is Tang Ze, you know him too."
Seeing the Inquisitor, the Corpse Society members all had some subtle expressions. After Tang Ze lost yesterday, many of them threatened to beat the Inquisitor every time they saw him.
I didn't expect that we would become a family so quickly.
"According to the previous process, a welcome ceremony is held for new members. I have something important to do today, so I'll leave it for now and make up for it later." Ximujin pointed at the people on the screen, "In addition to you, there is also Su Xiao. He joined the club yesterday. You two will hold the welcome ceremony together then."
Su Xiao touched his head embarrassedly, "I can't compare with the judge brother, I only got this thanks to Brother An Ran's favor..."
An Ran coughed and turned her head away.
"Brother An Ran, what's wrong? Do you have a cold?"
"No, no, ahem... let's take a look at the [Team Battle] tonight. Inquisitor, you don't know [Mom] yet, right? She's a very unique anchor."
Before the online meeting, Ximujin had already explained the concept of "Teamfight" to him. He was going to introduce "Mom" as well, but time was limited, so he had to let Vice President An Ran introduce it on the spot.
"Many ghosts participate in the Yinsi Money Contest every year. Most of those who can break through the siege are people with special abilities. These people with special abilities are divided into three echelons: low, medium, and high. Those standing on the highest echelon are all well-known figures in various ghost dens. We have heard about them before we came to participate."
"So there are so many ghosts participating in the competition, but only a few have a real hope of winning. There are often rumors outside that the big ghosts have agreed to rotate the champion every year. Although this is a bit exaggerated, it can be heard from it that there are only a few big ghosts entrenched in Linya City."
"The amount of money that contestants receive in tips is generally in the shape of a pyramid. The higher you go, the fewer people there are. As you move up from the top ten, the gap becomes larger and larger."
"Generally speaking, there are six or seven anchors who have always been at the top of the competition. They have one thing in common: they have never won a championship. Our president is one of them."
An Ran bluntly poked the spine of President Xi Mujin, who coughed and covered his face with a fan, "An Ran, go on."
"Mom is one of them." An Ran said tactfully, "Her ranking is higher than our president."
Jiang Yuelu: "How many are there exactly?"
“…”
Everyone glanced at the president quietly and said nothing.
Ximujin couldn't stand it anymore. "She was second. What's the matter? Don't be embarrassed. I almost surpassed her one year."
An Ran said coldly: "That year, she suddenly had the idea of letting her child become an anchor, but the traffic was very poor, so you took advantage of the opportunity..."
"Ahem. Inquisitor, I'm more familiar with the [Group Battle] part, so I can take care of the overall planning. But how to deal with Mom still depends on you."
"If you can stick with what you did yesterday and play at your best, we might have a 70 percent chance of winning tonight."
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ximujin moved closer to the screen and asked, "What's wrong? Do you have any concerns?"
Jiang Yuelu said quickly: "I have another question."
"Just say it."
"You said that if you beat her, you can get 8 million. Is that true?"
Ximujin was helpless, "You are still thinking about this... It's true, we are all ghosts in the same boat, and there are so many members watching, there is no need for me to lie to you, right?"
"Okay." Jiang Yuelu nodded, "Do you have my mother's information? I need to take a look."
"Yes, what do you want to see?"
"The more detailed the resume, the better." He thought for a moment and took out the Tang Ze information package sent by Xia Yi from the backstage. "The specifications must at least be the same as this one."
An Ran received it and opened it, "Oh... fuck."
He glanced at the Inquisitor furtively out of the corner of his eye. The Inquisitor was sitting in the dark live broadcast room, like a black knight from ArcheAge who had just woken up from a coffin. He looked like he had been dead longer than them.
An Ran recalled what the president had told her privately.
He suspected that the Inquisitor's ability allowed him to freely travel through the live broadcast room of Linya City... That meant he could kill anyone he wanted at any time and anywhere.
He can bring justice down if he wants.
"What's wrong?" The judge looked over.
He swallowed, "This information is too detailed. I can't guarantee that I can find exactly the same one..."
"You haven't studied your mother?" Jiang Yuelu said with a hint of blame in her tone.
The Corpse Society is also a large organization with a long history. Why don't they be wary of other organizations? This is very unprofessional.
"We have studied it, of course we have. But the information we got will not be like this one..." An Ran was horrified when she thought about Tang Ze's life experience in the information.
Jiang Yuelu understood a little.
He subconsciously gave the information package Xia Yi gave him to others, but he didn't know how much shock the information on living people collected by Xia Yi would cause. In the eyes of these ghosts, there is an insurmountable gap between life and death. They want to contact the living only through dreams. But he has Xia Yi as an external aid, and the gap no longer exists for him.
"So what can you find out? About mom."
"The privacy of the leader of each organization is confidential. For example, only a small number of members know the purpose of our president's participation in the competition. As for my mother, she seems to be an organization, but this organization is actually composed of her and her children, so it is even more difficult to find out the information."
Jiang Yuelu expressed her understanding that prying open a child's mouth was equivalent to prying open the mother's mouth and asking her to reveal her past.
"But we did have something to gain. By chance, we found out my mother's real name."
Jiang Yuelu was startled, "What?"
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