Tuan Tuan: Let's Play Pineapple!

Tuan Tuan: Let's play pineapple!

Game Program Modifier: Modifying Fantasy Westward Journey. Please enter the specific program to modify. In progress. Completed!

A few minutes later, two messages arrived on Jiang Siming's bank card:

"Your card ending in 6624 received a deposit of exactly 3,500,000 yuan at 23:11 on June 4. Balance: 9,348,540.22 yuan. ICBC"

The other was a congratulatory message from ICBC. They had automatically upgraded Jiang Siming's card to a Diamond Membership Card. From now on, he could use VIP channels when handling procedures, receive many free financial products, and so on.

Jiang Siming ignored it. He merely looked at the newly added 3.5 million and chuckled.

This money was way too easy to earn!

Fantasy Westward Journey was NetEase's most profitable online game. It had been operating for more than ten years and still stood firm. The value and profits of its top-tier accounts and equipment were extraordinarily high.

The most expensive account could even sell for nearly ten million on the market!

Jiang Siming had used the modifier to silently create a top-tier account in the game, then stuffed a huge pile of superb equipment into it before selling it on the market.

Without anyone noticing, Jiang Siming had netted 3.5 million in less than ten minutes.

If he hadn't been worried that going too far would arouse suspicion, Jiang Siming could have directly created an account worth more than ten million.

This modifier truly deserved to be called Black Technology.

As long as Jiang Siming relied on it, he could rake in a huge sum for free every half a month. Life was beautiful!

At present, Jiang Siming had more than 9.4 million yuan in his account.

Thinking back to how he had still been a poor loser who couldn't even afford his rent just a few days ago, despite being a student at a prestigious university, Jiang Siming felt deeply moved.

Now that he was making money, the first thing Jiang Siming thought of was his family.

However, he still found it difficult to explain where the money had come from to his parents. His parents definitely wouldn't believe him if he merely said he had earned it by playing games.

Besides, he had only sent them a hundred thousand yuan two days ago.

After thinking it over, Jiang Siming decided to wait until he returned home for the Mid-Autumn Festival to confess everything to his parents. It would be too difficult to explain clearly over the phone.

Once he had made up his mind, Jiang Siming contentedly held Wang Xinyi and drifted off to sleep.

Jiang Siming had no idea how many people's hearts his new songs had stirred on this lonely night.

A game streamer had written two songs in a row, and both had become so popular.

This also allowed Jiang Siming to appear on Weibo Hot Search for the first time.

"A singer-streamer whose talent was delayed by gaming: Original singer of 'Galloping Horses' and 'One Person in Paris'—Ming #Weibo Topic"

Starting from the bottom, this Weibo post climbed all the way into the top ten during the night. By morning, it had reached eighth place.

Weibo had also uploaded audio recordings of his two songs, and their downloads surpassed 600,000 in a single night.

Many people were requesting official versions on Weibo because the recordings from his livestream contained quite a bit of background noise and had simple melodies, causing many perfectionists to suffer terribly.

After waking up and learning about this the next day, Jiang Siming spent half a day finding a recording studio and paid to produce complete versions of both songs.

He also uploaded them to all the major music platforms without charging anything or asking for copyright fees.

This made all the music platforms extremely happy, since Jiang Siming had saved them quite a bit of money for free.

Because of this, the major music platforms all placed both of Jiang Siming's songs in recommended positions, and their download numbers skyrocketed.

However, Jiang Siming had no time to pay attention to any of that.

That was because he had just received an official invitation from the 4AM team!

After discussing it the day before, 4AM had ultimately chosen to accept Jiang Siming's conditions and formally invited him to join the team.

In addition to agreeing to Jiang Siming's terms, Wei Shen, one of 4AM's shareholders, had even offered him an annual salary higher than Gu Cun's, the team's former player.

Five million yuan a year, excluding tournament prize money, match subsidies, and other benefits.

Wei Shen didn't even count advertising fees as part of Jiang Siming's income. This treatment could be said to be the best among all PUBG teams, without exception!

Faced with such an invitation, Jiang Siming didn't hesitate or haggle at all. He readily accepted.

From that day onward, Jiang Siming became a member of the 4AM team.

As soon as he started streaming, Jiang Siming announced the news to his viewers.

"You're really going to 4AM! Are you replacing that orphan, Gu Cun?"

"Ming Shen's sniping is ten times better than that ungrateful Gu Cun's, okay?"

"Exactly! Welcome, Boss Ming, to 4AM. I'm looking forward to the matches!"

"Forget the matches for now. The National Strongest Streamer Competition is opening in a few days. Are you participating, Ming Shen?"

"Of course he has to participate! Bring back the Strongest Streamer title and gain both fame and fortune!"

Jiang Siming had only just learned about the Strongest Streamer Competition himself.

It was a PUBG streamer tournament jointly organized by Shark and the other major streaming platforms, including Huya, YY, and Penguin.

The top ten streamers would not only receive generous prize money but also become famous in a single battle.

Even if you were only a small streamer, as long as you made it into the top ten, you would definitely become the center of attention and gain a huge following.

A similar competition had been held the previous year. In the end, four of the top ten had been from Huya, two from YY, and three from Penguin. Shark had only managed one awkward placing: tenth.

Professional players had not been allowed to participate in that competition, so Shark's OMG and 17 had been unable to enter.

This year, however, the platforms had reached an agreement. Professional players could participate, as long as they were also streamers.

After all, it was an individual competition, and professional players weren't necessarily that much stronger than everyone else.

This year, Shark was full of ambition and intended to wash away the humiliation of the previous year.

"I'll participate. Everyone, don't worry." Jiang Siming gave everyone a definite answer, finally putting the viewers at ease.

As soon as he logged into the game and YY, Jiang Siming saw a YY message from Tuan Tuan.

"Little Ming Bro, are you free right now? Can you play with me? Pleeease. (Crying face) x10"

Seeing this, Jiang Siming pulled her into the YY Channel.

The moment Tuan Tuan saw Jiang Siming, all her pent-up grievances erupted.

"Little Ming Bro, sob sob sob..."

"What happened? Who bullied you?" Jiang Siming asked in confusion.

"Waaah~~" As soon as Jiang Siming asked, she became even sadder.

"I played all day today and spent the whole day parachuting down. Sob sob, I was complaining—just now, in my last match, I ran into someone. He hid behind a crate and refused to come out no matter what. He insisted that I go over first, and then I was put at a disadvantage. Whenever I was at a disadvantage, he killed me. I killed only one viewer the entire afternoon. Let's play pineapple!"

Who could understand Tuan Tuan's grievances? Who could?

She poured out her misery to Jiang Siming, but then she noticed that not only was he failing to comfort her, he also seemed to be holding back laughter.

"Little Ming Bro, you're bullying me too. Waaaaah!"

Suppressing his laughter, Jiang Siming consoled her, "It's fine. I'll carry you and let you lie down for the win. How about that?"

"No!"

"?"

"I want to carry the team myself! I want to kill people too!"

"Fine, let's start, then."

The two of them clicked start and entered the game.

Still in the lobby, Tuan Tuan punched the air to vent her frustration while continuing to dwell on her earlier death while at a disadvantage.

"Little Ming Bro, listen. If I run into someone like that again, I won't move either. I'll see who runs out of internet money first. Hmph! Our family doesn't use the internet outside. I use it at home, and our electricity bill is super cheap! Hmph! At worst, I'll squat there and wait for him all night! Hmph!"

Her adorably fierce tone left Jiang Siming laughing helplessly.