Storm Live office building.
Accompanied by a pleasant ringtone, Jiang Ruxue received a call. The bidding game had just begun.
"President Jiang, I am... Please forgive my presumptuous interruption. I wonder if I might speak with you about streamer Ji Feng, or perhaps about Storm Live..."
The caller was no small figure, and also one of the bidders.
"Haha... As expected of Tengyun's chairman. I never thought you knew about streamer Ji Feng as well. Interesting, interesting... As for Storm Live, I have no intention of selling it. This is the lifeblood my father and I built together."
As Storm Live's CEO, Jiang Ruxue naturally knew who the caller was. Though somewhat displeased, she still answered politely.
"President Jiang, perhaps you have heard the story called 'The Goose That Laid the Golden Eggs.' Right now, streamer Ji Feng is just such a goose. I believe you understand what I mean..." Suddenly, Jiang Ruxue heard a faint sound—the sound of fingers tapping on a desk.
She remembered that sound. When she was young, whenever the company's performance rose sharply, she would hear it at home. It was a silent kind of excitement.
"President Teng, let's speak plainly. If our two companies cooperate, how much of the profit do you want?"
Tengyun's background was unfathomable. If it secretly acquired Storm Live, Jiang Ruxue would be unable to stop it. After some consideration, she made a wise decision.
"Haha, I didn't expect President Jiang to understand so quickly. Not bad, not bad... Let's leave it at that for today. This isn't the time to discuss profits yet. When the time is right, I'll contact you again. Oh, and Tengyun Games will be sending President Jiang a gift shortly." With that, the call ended.
"10 million point coins."
"20 million point coins."
"29 million point coins."
Putting down the phone, Jiang Ruxue suppressed the irritation in her heart and looked up at the livestream. At that moment, the title of the first sect had already been bid up to 20 million point coins.
Ji Feng could not even establish a sect yet. In other words, all the advertisers were buying now was a promise. As for when Ji Feng could formally establish a sect, that remained unknown.
Twenty million point coins meant 200,000 yuan. The current auction price was not yet outrageous. After all, some wealthy people could spend a million yuan on drinks in a single night...
"Didn't some dog in the comments just say only idiots would buy it? It's already at 200,000 now. Who else is unconvinced?"
"Livestreamers earning millions a month used to be a joke, but now it's become reality. This is what a livestream should be! Those haters' dog faces have been slapped swollen."
"Haha, Brother Feng's livestream room is already showing that it's about to level up. Level 3, ten minutes of interaction. Awesome..."
"Holy shit, all these advertisers you rarely see have come out. What Wanmei, Page Game 37, what the hell? Even Baidu Cola is competing? Even Okamoto showed up..."
"Brother Feng isn't saying anything now. He's probably in a bad mood. You haters really are dumb as dogs..."
"Hehe... Now everyone knows why there's a firewall, right? It's to stop these idiots from embarrassing themselves outside. Other than saying 'May good people live peaceful lives' when begging for torrents, what else can they say?"
"They used to grovel like dogs, but after watching, they complain people are ugly. Comment-section gods, woof woof woof..."
As the bidding continued, the comments gradually became one-sided. The paid trolls fled in disarray, completely routed, while Little Whirlwind slaughtered in every direction, leaving the enemy army utterly defeated.
Little Whirlwind, Little Bee, Little Gentleman Feng, Little Driver Feng—Ji Feng's fans had quite a few strange names for themselves.
"40 million point coins."
With three minutes left in the livestream room's auction, a number suddenly entered everyone's sight. Forty million point coins—someone had raised the bid to 400,000 yuan in one go.
"Baka, who are you?"
The price jumping to 400,000 yuan immediately displeased the other advertisers. At that moment, a "friend from afar" stepped forward.
"Tengyun."
"Baka, what do you do? A man must know current affairs... If you think you have the strength, I, Guilin Xiaowulang, do not mind playing with you..."
"50 million."
"Baka, I, Guilin Xiaowulang, most enjoy making moves against those who think they are capable. Are you trying to force me to stir up a bloody storm? Don't force me..."
"60 million."
"Fuck, Guilin Xiaowulang? This idiot seems to be the representative of that Japanese company... This idiot doesn't even know Tengyun Games. Fuck, fuck, this is going to be good."
"I am Shanxi Jiuzhi, and I only use Durex..."
"Hehe... A mere Guilin Xiaowulang dares to act tough before me? Chiba Liangchen will make you understand that Liangchen never speaks empty words."
"Xinjiang Jieyi, Shiheli Zimei... I've decided. My son will be named Tangshan Yazhi."
The moment Guilin Xiaowulang jumped out, the comment section immediately turned cheerful. He had originally wanted to use the names of the "Three Greats" from the Restoration era, but his hand slipped and he typed Guilin Xiaowulang instead, instantly turning himself into a joke.
"Haha, Master Ji, what's wrong?"
Although Ji Feng did not speak, he had been watching the comments. When he saw those bizarre "half-Chinese, half-Japanese" names, he could not help but laugh.
It was now July in Azeroth. As the saying went, "In July, the fire star falls." On nights like this, the Pandaren would come out to enjoy the cool. Everyone was sitting not far from Ji Feng, and when they saw him suddenly laugh for no reason, they were all baffled.
"It's nothing, it's nothing... Continue. Keep discussing the matter of the sect..."
Ji Feng answered casually, then turned his attention back to the livestream room.
"6,500 point coins. Give me, Guilin Xiaowulang, some face. I will surely repay you handsomely in the future."
Guilin Xiaowulang had originally wanted to show off in Ji Feng's livestream room, but now he finally understood that forcing the issue was no solution. He honestly began begging for mercy.
"80 million point coins."
"Hehe... So what if you are Guilin Xiaowulang? Even if **** came, it would be useless. Tengyun does not yield."
After Tengyun bid 80 million point coins, the livestream room's comments abruptly fell silent. No one had expected Tengyun Games to offer such a price. The big shots of the advertising world truly were beyond ordinary people's understanding...
"Baka."
Seeing the figure of 80 million point coins, Guilin Xiaowulang cursed and logged off in disgrace.
At that moment, less than three seconds remained before the auction's final deadline. In other words, Tengyun Games had already won.
Tengyun Games gifted Campus Beauty ×100. Sir, your great talent deserves this reward... Tengyun Games gifted Campus Beauty ×100. Sir, your great talent deserves this reward...
Each Campus Beauty cost 100,000 point coins. Giving 100 at once required eight such gifts to reach 80 million point coins. With Tengyun making its move, the livestream room's comments flooded the screen, shaking the heavens.
(After the fighting, it was time to relax! The chapter of the elven village had only revealed the tip of the iceberg. Illidan, Malfurion—the excitement was about to begin.)
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