Besides those sucking up to him, there were also people on Weibo eyeing tomorrow's fortune-telling opportunity.
"Master Xiao, I want my fortune told too! One reading a day-sign me up for tomorrow!"
"Master Xiao, I'll pay in advance! Please tell my fortune tomorrow!"
"Master Xiao, 500 is too little. I'll transfer you 5,000. Please give me a chance and read mine first tomorrow!"
"I offer ten thousand!"
"Fuck, we're competing over money now? I offer twenty thousand!"
"Oh, you picking a fight with me? I offer fifty thousand!"
"Fine, you win. I'll take the reading the day after tomorrow!"
Xia Mo looked at her phone, grinning from ear to ear, as if she could already see tonight's livestream audience reaching another record high.
The livestream chat was even more full of sighs.
"What's fifty thousand? He backed off just like that?? How many people here have already sent over five hundred thousand and still haven't qualified even once??"
"Fuck, I'm at five hundred and sixty thousand!"
"I'm at five hundred thousand too."
"I'm at six hundred and twenty thousand, though that's my cumulative gift total."
"Damn platform, damn profiteers, damn Boss Wei, using Master Xiao to fleece us hardworking masses! The raffle originally had a 999-yuan cap, and now they've fucking changed it to 9,999!"
"Yeah, and it closes after five seconds. If your fingers are a little slow and you send less, you have even less of a chance. We can only spam ten-thousand-gift combos like crazy in those five seconds! Fuck!! Profiteers!!"
"Backing off at fifty thousand, haha! I guarantee that idiot regretted it the moment he turned away!"
"But Master Xiao doesn't care about that little bit of money anyway, and there's no way he'd hold an auction. Having more money doesn't mean you get a reading."