"Come on, Brother Wuji, unleash your power! What's going on? You seem… underwhelming today."
"Haha! Looks like Brother Wuji's all talk—can't rise to the occasion anymore!"
"Boss Xiaobai is unstoppable! Please, let me cling to your coattails!"
In the streaming room, the bullet comments flew by in rapid succession.
Although many had long held grievances against Brother Wuji, his sheer strength had always silenced dissent.
But now—he was being thoroughly suppressed by Xiaobai, and hadn't uttered a word for quite some time.
Sensing blood in the water, the viewers pounced, taking joy in kicking a man while he was down.
Crash!
In a lavish bedroom, a handsome young man hurled a nearby lamp to the floor, his face contorted with rage.
He had spent untold sums gifting the streamer, Sister Zhou, in order to claim the top donor spot—his intentions clear.
He wanted her.
Day after day, he maintained his number one position with relentless generosity, convinced his persistence would eventually win her over.
So earlier, he had spoken up—hoping Zhou Xiaofen might finally agree to meet him in person, perhaps over dinner.
After all, hadn't he spent enough money to earn a simple thank-you?
But before Sister Zhou could respond, a user by the name of Xiaobai stepped in, cutting him off.
Calling him a scumbag with impure motives.
The young man's face twisted further, his eyes burning with humiliation as he read the mocking comments in the chat.
"You little nobody," he growled, "You want a battle of wallets? Fine."
"Tonight, I'll drown you in money."
He whipped out his phone and recharged one million yuan—his entire available cash at the moment.
With a furious flurry of taps, five hundred rockets launched into the stream.
The gesture sent shockwaves through the Douyu platform.
Viewers poured in, drawn by the flashing headlines.
Wuji's supporters, who had been silent, now rallied behind their fallen idol.
"Haha! Brother Wuji's back! Let the haters choke on this comeback!"
"Five hundred rockets! That's a million! Damn!"
"Xiaobai, you got more where that came from? Can you even keep up?"
"With Wuji's previous gifts plus this round, that's 1.5 million total. You got that kind of cash, Xiaobai?"
"You even have any?"
With that audacious move, Wuji's fans breathed a collective sigh of relief and struck back, taunting Xiaobai's defenders.
The stream exploded with activity.
The two camps—Wuji and Xiaobai—faced off in open war.
Even viewers from other rooms flooded in, lured by the siren call of wealth on display.
Every second, the viewer count surged, soaring toward 30 million.
Sister Zhou had officially crossed from "popular streamer" into the realm of platform royalty.
"What a showdown. Su Chen's next move will be critical," someone murmured.
Yet, as the view counter danced madly across the screen, Chu Yi sat silently, eyes calm and unmoved.
This was still Su Chen and Wuji's battlefield. It wasn't time for him to step in.
After spending 100 villain points, Chu Yi had already investigated Su Chen's background:
Protagonist: Su Chen
Luck: 220 points
Cheat Skill: Sign-in System(Can sign in to any stream to receive prizes)
*Analysis: A pretentious-type protagonist. Mild threat level. At worst, could cause bankruptcy. Host should judge accordingly.
Meanwhile, in the nearby room, Zhou Xiaofen was too stunned to speak.
She hadn't even thanked Wuji yet, frozen by what she had just witnessed.
After several moments, she snapped out of her daze and rushed to call out.
"Su Chen, come quick—your Sister Zhou is famous now!"
A million yuan!
Under her Type B contract, she received 60%—a whopping 600,000.
Six hundred thousand in a single stroke—equal to fifteen days of streaming.
Her average daily income barely exceeded thirty to forty thousand.
And with this surge in popularity, she now had leverage to renegotiate a higher-tier contract.
"What is it, Sister Zhou?"
Su Chen played innocent, as though unaware of the chaos.
Feigning ignorance was his specialty—playing the fool before striking like a tiger.
"Su Chen! Just now, someone clashed with my number-one fan, and the guy dropped a full million in gifts!"
"One million! That's insane!"
Sister Zhou beamed like a child handed candy, basking in satisfaction.
With that money, her mortgage, car loan, and all other bills could be paid for the month.
She glanced at Su Chen again, eyes filled with gratitude and warmth.
Yet despite wearing cheap streetwear, Su Chen's gentle smile shone with quiet confidence.
"Congratulations, Sister Zhou," he said softly.
"Haha, not bad, right?"
"But… I wonder if that user, Xiaobai, will keep gifting?"
Her tone wavered.
After all, every top-tier streamer relied not just on popularity, but on powerful patrons behind the scenes.
Even Zhou couldn't deny her fondness for Xiaobai.
Wuji's reputation was infamous—his intentions well known.
"Don't worry," Su Chen said calmly.
"That Xiaobai… he'll be back. And he'll crush Wuji."
"Hmm?"
Zhou looked at him, puzzled.
How could he know that?
But before she could ask, Su Chen offered another line—one so smooth, it left her spellbound.
"That Xiaobai… his love is unwavering. Just like mine for you."
"And because of that, he will keep sending gifts."
As his words fell, five hundred Super Rockets burst across the screen.
Then another five hundred.
One thousand in total—an explosion that rocked the entire platform.
The chat froze.
People were stunned speechless.
A dual display of obscene wealth—one man dropping a million, the other two.
Moments like these were rarer than lunar eclipses.
Social media went into overdrive:
"Shocking! A mystery tycoon drops 2 million in 3 minutes!"
"Two millionaires fight over a streamer, gifting a combined 5 million!"
Weibo, QQ, all platforms buzzed with news of the spectacle.
Even elite second-generation heirs began to take note.
Anyone who could toss 2 million in mere minutes without blinking was no ordinary man.
Back in the ornate bedroom, Wuji howled in frustration, smashing everything in sight.
That million had been the limit of his liquidity.
Though he came from money and had companies under his name, every major transaction required his father's approval.
He couldn't just dip into corporate funds.
And now, Xiaobai had effortlessly outspent him.
He must have more. Much more.
Was this the end for him?
Tears welled in Wuji's eyes.
He had built his reputation on lavish gifts and arrogant flair.
Fans knew who he was. His image mattered.
If he backed down now, he'd be nothing but a cautionary tale—an internet meme.
He couldn't accept that. He refused.
But then—an idea.
There was someone he knew who was even richer, more spoiled.
His father showered him with cash, no questions asked.
A glint of resolve flashed in Wuji's eyes as he made the call.
Back in the stream, Xiaobai's supporters now dominated.
They rose up and hurled insults at Wuji.
"Keep gifting, Wuji! Where's that fire now?"
"Weren't you the big man before? Got your favorite streamers to call you 'Master' every day. What happened?"
"Coward. Cat got your tongue?"
The bullet comments kept flying, but Wuji stayed silent.
Eventually, even the viewers gave up mocking him and began praising Xiaobai instead.
This man wasn't just wealthy—he was divine.
Watching the chaos unfold, Chu Yi finally smiled.
It was nearly time for his grand entrance.
Let's see just how deep this so-called protagonist's pockets really go.
And with that, he casually recharged five million.
Moments later, one thousand Super Rockets lit up the sky, fanning the flames to unimaginable heights.