Storm

"Madam, did you lose the bet?" Paul had been dragged away, and Yang Bo smiled at Ning Xue.

Ning Xue stomped her foot and walked off. Yang Bo watched her retreating figure and shook his head.

Though Ning Xue was a commoner, she had a Sword Saint grandfather.

The things she considered were often based on her own life experience.

She had no idea how complicated society really was.

Although Jerry Butler saw that his young master had put up 2 billion, less than ten minutes of livestreaming had brought in several times that amount.

His young master's brain really was something else.

Bart's livestream caused a massive uproar online.

The conflict between Old Nobles and New Nobles!

Who exactly was stirring up trouble behind the scenes? Anyone with half a brain knew who Bart was referring to. Of course, it was the royal family.

Now, many people were curious about how Bart would handle things next.

How much compensation could Bart get?

Of course, many people also launched personal attacks against Bart, because he had earned more than 10 billion in less than ten minutes of livestreaming.

Those who had been laughing at Bart earlier were now utterly miserable.

Bart had offered 2 billion for a small reporter, and many nobles cursed him as a prodigal. Why spend so much money? Just find someone to kill him!

But no one had expected Bart to pull such a flashy move right afterward.

"Butler, refuse all visitors until tomorrow morning." Yang Bo did not know whether anyone would step forward.

If someone did, he would squeeze them for a hefty sum.

If no one did, he would continue livestreaming tomorrow.

Making money like this felt incredible.

Ning Xue was currently in a daze. This chain of events had caught her completely