That day, Kim Jeong-tae raked in a fortune.
When he ended the livestream, he wore a thoroughly satisfied smile.
Although he did not have many fans, he had practically squeezed every last hard-earned penny out of those brainless fans' pockets.
Actually, that wave of refunds had, of course, not left him nearly as miserable as he claimed.
Two thousand times the amount? Twenty years of income gone?
It had actually been a few dozen times the amount, costing him six months of income.
Working for half a year for nothing would have been miserable for anyone, but he had brought it entirely on himself.
Although quite a few of Xiao Yu's fans had indeed sent gifts at the last moment to screw him over.
They had only been a tiny minority of wealthy people.
After all, they were in different countries, and seeking redress was a hassle. More ordinary people wanted to screw him over but did not dare send gifts.
And so.
During that day's livestream, Kim Jeong-tae made a killing selling fakes.
Not only had he recovered all his losses in one go, he had even made another hefty profit.
Of course, he was not stupid either.
He knew this was a one-time deal. Once it was done, he would never have another chance, even if he wanted one.
For one thing, these fans had already been squeezed dry.
For another, more than half of them would definitely disappear afterward, and they would definitely curse him to hell.
But it did not matter anymore.
There were only a few hundred of them. Even if they all left and all cursed him, they could not make any waves.
When you already had enough lice, a few more bites did not itch.
He had given up and stopped caring.
However.