"Come on, come on, let's first push Uzi's votes up to four hundred million and see if they can catch up."
Jiang Siming chatted and joked as though he could control the vote count at will.
But sure enough, the moment Jiang Siming spoke, the tens of millions of fans in the Live Stream Room all began voting for Uzi.
"One vote from you, one vote from me, and Little Dog will debut tomorrow."
In less than ten minutes, Uzi's vote count broke through the four-hundred-million mark.
"Stop, stop, stop. Don't go too far ahead. Let's take it slowly. Those with votes, save them for now."
Jiang Siming called for them to stop, and Uzi's vote count really did slow down. It was still rising, but at a much slower pace.
Jiang Siming smiled in satisfaction, then began livestreaming himself playing games.
Meanwhile, Wang Bo's fan-club followers were all frantic.
The Weibo Night was almost over, yet the votes they had painstakingly pushed up had once again been pulled far behind.
Even Wang Bo's current vote count had cost them nearly ten million yuan, cobbled together from every possible source.
"Jiang Siming is such a meddlesome dog!"
A supertopic moderator cursed viciously.
"Exactly! He's already in first place, so why won't he let anyone else fight for second?"
"Who does he think he is? It's fine, let's keep voting! My daddy gave me thirty thousand yuan in pocket money a few days ago. I'll contribute all of it."
"My Bo Bo has to take second place. I'll contribute three thousand yuan of my New Year's money."
"We seem to be nowhere near having enough money."
"It's fine. We have the ten major super-donors. They're Wang Bo's richest fans, and their parents dote on them. They're all super rich. Let's go