The moment he sent the message, Chu Yi entered Dai Xiaomei's streaming room.
Almost immediately, a barrage of virtual rockets—worth 460,000 yuan—soared skyward, lighting up the screen with dazzling spectacle.
Everyone in the stream was stunned.
"Damn, who is this big shot? He just threw down over two hundred rockets like it's nothing!"
"Wait… isn't this the same tycoon who dropped over four million in Sister Zhou's stream? Why's he here now?"
"Boss, you're amazing! Do you need a loyal follower? I'd gladly cling to your leg!"
The room filled with flattery and awe.
Even the longtime top donors in Dai Xiaomei's stream fell silent, humbled. No one dared make a sound. After all, this man was the real deal.
He had actually arrived.
Watching the rockets streak across her screen, Dai Xiaomei's heart trembled with excitement.
She bit her lip, then softly parted her red lips to speak.
"Thank you, Mister... hmm?"
Her eyes landed on the username: I Really Have No Money.
What kind of name was that?
You just threw down mountains of gifts—and claim you have no money?
It reminded her of Wu Ji Ge. That same kind of annoying false modesty. She really didn't want to say it out loud.
But if she didn't...
Caught in this dilemma, her embarrassment was saved by a new message in the chat.
"My surname is Chu."
"What?! The tycoon's surname is Chu? Then in Magic City, there's only one possibility…" a netizen suddenly recalled a name—
The heir to a conglomerate worth 70 to 80 billion yuan.
And with that, a wave of curiosity surged through the audience.
"Say it! Don't stop halfway!"
"Yeah, I hate people like you. Teasing and then nothing. Lame!"
Countless messages flooded the screen.
Everyone was dying to know the identity of this mystery patron.
After all, to throw money around like this on a live-streaming platform... This man had to be one of Dragon Nation's top-tier heirs.
But Dai Xiaomei didn't care about his background.
She simply smiled and sweetly spoke into the mic:
"Thank you, Lord Chu, for gifting 230 rockets. Your support means so much."
"Haha, no need to be so formal. It's nothing."
Chu Yi's reply lit up the screen again.
His casual tone, brushing off nearly half a million yuan as if it were spare change, set viewers' hearts ablaze.
Now this was a real tycoon.
For a moment, the chat exploded, and viewer count soared—rapidly approaching forty million.
That number alone was the threshold of a top-tier streamer.
Meanwhile, Sister Zhou's stream had fallen deathly quiet.
Chu Yi's exit had drained her of most of her viewers.
And with other streamers having joined for the ranking war between Chu Yi and Su Chen, their fans had followed them—only to leave again when the battle was postponed to 1 a.m.
Now, Sister Zhou's stream felt utterly desolate.
"Su Chen… do you really think you can win the ranking war later?"
"Maybe… we should just give up."
Zhou Xiaofen looked at him, worry flickering in her eyes.
But Su Chen was brimming with confidence.
After learning that the system's upcoming reward would be multiplied by five, he had already considered victory to be in the bag.
He reached out to comfort her:
"Don't worry, Zhou-jie. I've already secured the win."
"This time, it's not just about pride. I want to turn you into Douyu's number one streamer."
"Number one? Me?"
Her voice trembled slightly, her disbelief clear.
She had always hovered at the edge of the second-tier—never quite breaking into the top.
"Trust me. You can do it."
Su Chen's gaze was firm and unwavering.
Back in Dai Xiaomei's stream, after joking and chatting for a while, Chu Yi decided to leave.
But the viewers wouldn't let him go so easily.
"Lord Chu, stay a bit longer. The older ladies here are pretty entertaining!"
"Yeah! Let us bask in your glow—we might just get lucky by proximity!"
"No, no. I've been here long enough."
"Besides, I need to prepare for the ranking war later."
Despite their pleas, Chu Yi finally managed to exit the stream, leaving behind a sea of reluctant fans—and a visibly disappointed Dai Xiaomei.
As soon as he left, the chat turned into a battlefield.
"Damn it, Dai Xiaomei! Why didn't you beg Lord Chu to stay longer? He came here for you!"
"Forget it. I think Chu Yi was in high spirits when he arrived, but then he saw... a pair of A-cups, couldn't take it, and left disappointed."
"Shocking news! A first-tier female streamer earning millions a month was so flat-chested that her top donor fled the stream in despair!"
What nonsense!
How was this her fault?
Dai Xiaomei fumed at the comments.
Then, her gaze dropped unconsciously to her chest.
Was it really that small...?
Maybe I should try eating more papaya…
She frowned in deep thought.
Meanwhile, in his bedroom, Chu Yi didn't enter any more streams.
Instead, he opened his own account dashboard.
"Huh? I already hit 500,000 followers?"
Seeing the number, he was genuinely surprised.
He hadn't expected such a surge just from throwing gifts.
And the growth hadn't stopped yet—new fans were flooding in every few seconds.
Seems like that money was well spent.
He leaned back, satisfied.
Just then, a familiar voice called from outside.
"Young Master, I found the information you asked for."
"This kid… he really went all out—spending someone else's inheritance on streamers."
Da Niu strode in, excitement on his face.
"Oh? Is that so?" Chu Yi smiled. "Let me take a look."
He beckoned Da Niu over with eager anticipation.
As the document came into view, two bold lines leapt from the page:
In Kyoto, 80-year-old Grandpa Li left behind a will, bequeathing three million yuan in savings to his grandson, Su Chen, after his passing.
In Jinghai, 97-year-old Granny Xiao Cui also left a will, gifting two million yuan to her beloved grandson, Su Chen.