In Wei Zijin's livestream room, the refunds continued.
Wang Xiaoliang pushed open the door to Xiao Mo's office without knocking.
Xiao Mo was slouched against his chair back, scrolling on his phone. Hearing the noise, he set his phone on the desk and tipped his chin toward the seat opposite him.
A broad smile spread across his face.
Wang Xiaoliang pulled out the chair and sat down.
Xiao Mo unhurriedly rinsed a cup with hot water, poured some tea, and pushed it over.
"Brother."
"Mm."
"That 'I'm Not the Fake God'-did you bring him in?"
Xiao Mo thought for a moment. "Not exactly. He knows how to play things."
Wang Xiaoliang drew his legs back and leaned forward, clearly interested.
Xiao Mo took a sip of tea and began leisurely. "The platform held a Top 100 ceremony one year, and I met him there. We talked for about twenty minutes. Pretty straightforward guy. Quick thinker, too."
"So this time..."
"When things first went wrong, he messaged me privately, asking if I needed help. Then things kept blowing up, and he went quiet."
Wang Xiaoliang nodded.
Muddy waters were hard to wade through.
With things getting that bad, who would dare get involved? They couldn't get away fast enough. They'd only met once; it was understandable.
"Later, when public opinion turned around, he went ahead and did it without telling me." Xiao Mo smiled as he spoke. "Shrewd. Too shrewd. He knew exactly when to jump in for the biggest return and the least risk. How many followers did he gain from this? At least two million. He's not just a professional at exposing fraud. He's a professional at riding traffic, too."
"A win-win," Wang Xiaoliang put in.
"A win-win." Xiao Mo repeated the words, his voice mild. "When things are