039: Fu Tingyu's Orders
Huaiyan can naturally see all the comments.
His face flushed red, and he didn't dare to answer the questions in the live chat.
The only option is to ignore it.
The fans watching the live stream aren't all fools; anyone with eyes can see what he's doing.
[That's so bold, my god! My wife hasn't been streaming for a while, why has she changed her style?]
[Hmm...the baby looks even more alluring than before.]
[Yes, yes, yes! You're not alone upstairs! +1]
[I was wondering why she had that indescribable charm.]
[Want to hook up? How much for one night?]
[Go play with your stallion upstairs.]
[Sisters, you're so easy to scold!]
The comments section was still buzzing with arguments.
"Stop, stop arguing, the live stream... will be banned."
Perhaps because Huaiyan had been off-air for so many days, everyone knew the seriousness of the suspension.
The chat gradually quieted down, but there were still a few foul-smelling men flooding into the live stream.
This was roughly the same reason why Huaiyan noticed Fu Tingyu among her many fans.
Aside from showering the man with gifts, he didn't say anything vulgar in the live stream.
Even extremely serious.
However, most people in the live stream are like 2365.
They watched the live stream only to try and arrange to meet Huaiyan offline, so all they talked about was how much it would cost per night.
After all, a seemingly delicate young man who is so easily controlled can ignite their machismo.
The more pitiful and beautiful a person is, the more people will want to bully them.
[Haven't streamed for so many days, did you make a date with the top fan?]
[You even did a live stream with the top fan before, and you've already gotten together?]
[Can you give me a discount since this isn't my first time? Is 500 a night enough?]
[Oh my god, when did so many pigs appear in my baby's live stream...]
This isn't the first time I've seen something like this in the live stream chat.
Huaiyan blinked her slightly swollen eyes, and suddenly, uncontrollably, she thought of the man.
I still feel wronged.
What would Fu Tingyu think if he saw these comments?
No, that's not true.
Huaiyan calmed down a bit, paused, and said, "I just... have a fever and feel a little unwell."
Separated by a screen, no one could see what Huaiyan was doing.
Naturally, they didn't know that this was just a lie told by the boy.
To conceal the abnormal redness all over his body.
“This time it’s still… a lottery,” Huaiyan clenched her palms tightly, “and the winner can connect via video call.”
Fortunately, no one in the live stream noticed; everyone's attention was focused on the second live stream connection.
Huaiyan's first live stream connection was with Fu Tingyu.
At that time, Fu Tingyu spent too much money in the live broadcast room, so unsurprisingly, she drew a man as her spot for a live chat.
This is the second time.
However, this time, the man was not in the live stream.
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"Oh my god," Fang Shaohan laughed, resting his chin on his hand, "Why don't you use your own account to watch the live stream?"
The private room was brightly lit, and on the rectangular crystal table were rows of bottles of liquor and a computer.
Next to it was a large mahjong machine, with mahjong tiles neatly piled on the table.
Fang Shaohan squinted, nestled in a man's arms, and smiled slyly.
Fu Tingyu was using his computer to watch Xiao Ke's live stream.
"Poor thing," that's what Fang Shaohan called Huaiyan.
The boy looked incredibly obedient; he didn't even know how to fight back when he was hit.
Isn't he just a pitiful little thing?
Upon hearing this, Fu Tingyu glanced at Fang Shaohan expressionlessly.
The answer is obvious.
"Okay, okay," Fang Shaohan surrendered, turning to the person behind her and saying, "Ayan, is this some kind of romantic gesture between the young couple?"
The man called Ayan chuckled softly and put his arm around Fang Shaohan's shoulder: "Why didn't Ayu bring the person over?"
"It's still early," Fang Shaohan muttered. "We need to clean up some trash."
There are too many miscellaneous people around Huaiyan, so she wants to be free from worries.
There's no need to rush it.
“I’ll show you the photos,” Fang Shaohan said, as if she had just remembered something, and took out her phone. “I took these photos secretly when Ayu and I went to see him last time.”
Fang Shaohan has lost count of how many times she has followed Fu Tingyu to scout out and observe the area near the residential buildings.
Soon, Fang Shaohan pulled up a somewhat blurry photo.
In the photo, only the boy's figure and small facial features can be roughly seen.
Chen Yingyan's smile remained unchanged; he simply said, "You look somewhat familiar."
At this point, Fang Shaohan's eyes lit up, and he became interested.
"What?" He kissed Chen Yingyan's cheek. "You've met him before?"
Chen Yingyan responded, then paused slightly: "However, Ayu should know."
As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at Fu Tingyu.
The man didn't react at all, which seemed to be a form of tacit approval.
Chen Yingyan naturally understood, and he reached out and patted Fang Shaohan's head.
“What I told you last time,” Chen Yingyan said, “was the young master of the Jiang family that I saw at the night market with him.”
"What--"
Fang Shaohan was startled and immediately opened her eyes wide.
He looked at his childhood friend in disbelief, but the other man's expression remained indifferent.
It was as if they already knew something.
"I was wondering why the Jiang family..." Fang Shaohan belatedly realized, "Does the young master of the Jiang family know about this?"
If the Jiang family knew that Fu Tingyu was targeting them because of Huaiyan.
Will the young master of the Jiang family back down and wisely leave?
“Of course I don’t know,” Chen Yingyan chuckled, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Knowing wouldn’t have made any difference.”
It was the Jiang family that saddled Huaiyan with a huge debt.
So even if the Jiang family shows weakness, it won't make a difference.
They already have sufficient evidence in their hands.
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Inside the rented room, the boy stared intently at the screen, his mouth tightly shut.
In short, Huaiyan can now barely concentrate on watching the bullet comments.
Just now, after the lottery channel in the live stream opened, people started sending gifts one after another.
The lottery isn't free; each user needs to tip one dollar's worth of balloons before participating.
One yuan isn't much; theoretically, the streamer shouldn't earn much.
However, Huaiyan's live stream has a large audience; tens of thousands of viewers combined make up a considerable sum.
However, other streamers on the same channel as Huaiyan earn more.
Some people spend tens of thousands of yuan to connect with others on live streams, or spend thousands or tens of thousands of yuan to buy a single live stream slot.
Therefore, compared to other options, the live-streaming interaction in Huaiyan's room seems much more conscientious.
One yuan, it doesn't hurt or bother me.
Huaiyan originally thought that after Fu Tingyu left the live broadcast room, no one would send large gifts anymore.
However, less than a few minutes after the lottery was drawn, the prize was awarded.
Someone in the live stream gifted 100,000 yuan worth of gifts in one go.
[Oh my god, is another new number one going to be born?!]
Mr. Y's position is in jeopardy.
[Mr. Y isn't here today, and the baby doesn't seem very enthusiastic either.]
[Upstairs, I noticed that too! Is it because Mr. Y isn't here?]
[Never mind if she's online or not, my wife is about to be showered with gifts by the new top spender, cheer up!]
[It's really funny, they only spent one-tenth of Y's money, how did they lose the top spot?]
Seeing that the comments section was about to erupt into another argument, Huaiyan hurriedly waved his hand.
The boy's handsome face was flushed with moisture, and his voice was soft and innocent: "Don't fight, let's all be happy..."
The last syllable hadn't even had a chance to come out of the throat.
The user who had already spent 100,000 yuan on gifts in the live stream then spent another 50,000 yuan.
The other party's username is the number 1, but when you click into their homepage, there's a blue "V" sign.
Huaiyan blinked, looking a little puzzled.
Is that blue "V" sign a business owner?
This platform has very, very few verified blue V accounts; usually, only staff members have them.
Because this is a live streaming platform, not primarily focused on short videos.
Therefore, blue V accounts are extremely rare.
"Strange," 073 exclaimed in surprise, "Blue V, could it be Jiang Ze?"
The previous Y wasn't Jiang Ze, so the blue V must be, right?
Otherwise, it's hard to explain why the male lead didn't appear in the live stream.
"I...I don't know either," the boy said, biting his soft lips until they were red. "Jiang Ze, is he a staff member?"
If I remember correctly, this platform should belong to either Fu Tingyu or Fang Shaohan.
Fu Tingyu disliked Jiang Ze, and Fang Shaohan had no connection with Jiang Ze either.
This user doesn't look like Jiang Ze at all.
“Since they’ve shown up on their own initiative, they might be an important person,” 073 thought for a moment and said, “Anyway, it’s just a live chat.”
Even if the other party wants to do something, there's a screen between them.
Moreover, the lottery hasn't ended yet, and the spot for the live stream connection might not necessarily go to this blue verified user.
In the blink of an eye, the live stream interface was once again covered with a screen full of gift effects.
Gifts kept coming one after another; before the last special effect had even finished, the next gift was already here.
Finally, the verified account stopped sending gifts just before the draw.
Huai Yan roughly estimated that he had just received gifts worth at least 800,000 yuan.
With just a few hundred thousand less, the other party could dethrone Fu Tingyu from the top spot and refresh the rankings.
I wonder what kind of expression a man would have if he knew.
So, unsurprisingly, the prize was awarded to the blue VIP account that sent the most gifts.
I became the second person to connect with Huaiyan via live stream.
Congratulations, sir!
The boy's eyes crinkled into crescents, and he breathed softly, his expression suddenly becoming charming and sincere. "Does the gentleman have any requests?"
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