The public chat was filled with the same sentence.
Wei Zijin had started streaming.
His viewer count was dropping.
Thirty-one thousand. Twenty-four thousand.
Hong Guodong stared at the number, a bitter taste on his tongue.
"Everyone, don't rush off. Let's finish talking about the important stuff first..."
Nobody listened.
Eighteen thousand.
"She can't take the public pressure anymore! That means we're close to winning! Guys, keep pushing-"
The chat became a broken record, all "I'm out, I'm out" and "Wei Zijin's stream is blowing up."
Just over six thousand.
He couldn't sit still anymore.
"Guys, I need the bathroom. Be right back."
He sprang up before he had even finished speaking. He muted the mic and moved the camera aside in one smooth sequence.
"Phone!" he shouted at his wife, his voice cracking. "Where's your phone?"
His wife was curled up on the couch watching videos. Her hand jerked in fright. "What are you yelling for-"
"Give it here!"
He snatched it away.
The screen was on, showing Wei Zijin's livestream.
Hong Guodong shot his wife a vicious glare.
There were three people on screen.
Wei Zijin stood in the middle, wearing light makeup and plain clothes, her back ramrod straight. To her left stood a woman in business attire with a perfectly composed smile. To her right was a young man in a neat suit, though his face still held a trace of youthful inexperience.
Hong Guodong's gaze locked onto the upper-left corner.
Four hundred seventy thousand viewers.
His hand slipped, and the phone nearly fell to the floor.
His wife leaned over for a glance. She didn't dare say anything.
Wei Zijin spoke.
"That's most people here."
She stepped half a pace aside and faced the camera squarely.
"I'm Wei Zijin, a We Media creator."
The woman on