Ten-Million Annual Salaries and Million-Dollar Feast Revelries-What Gives Them the Right?

A rich kid, but he pretends to be an ordinary person every day.

They have a home but choose not to live there, and even then, they rent an apartment building and share it with others.

He lives a very frugal life. The anchor who lives under the same roof with him didn't even know that he was living next to a super rich second-generation for three years.

Ling Yi could only say... there are all sorts of birds in a forest.

World: "The Chinese National Football Team's Substitute Players: I Can Add Points Infinitely!"

Crossover Mode: Complete Replacement Mode!

Seal: Completely sealed...

Halo: Passive Rebate Aura, you get back the same amount you spend, the more you spend, the more you get, unlimited wealth.

This is the first halo that Ling Yi has encountered in all the worlds he has traveled through without increasing his own strength.

However, in this modern world, money is power.

Three days ago, Troubled Football Team played a match against Shite Country at Dafeng City Stadium.

The original owner wasn't a football fan, but since it was in Dafeng City, she got a ticket and went in to join the fun.

The result... 7 to 0.

It's no wonder the fans were so angry at the time; such a result was simply unacceptable.

Let alone fans, even ordinary people can't accept this. It's not just shameful, it's hurtful. It hurts the fans' hearts and the country's reputation.

What kind of country is Shite Country? It's just a tiny country that's hard to spot on Map.

Its population is 160,000, which is less than the population of a small, remote county in our country.

It's really... Ling Yi is completely at a loss for words when it comes to commenting.

Ling Yi was constantly thinking about how to cause trouble in this world.

He didn't understand football, Troubled Football Team, and Ling Yi understood even less about the intricacies of the Round Association.

Just then, the door across the hall opened, and a girl cosplaying as Fiora from a game walked out. Upon seeing Ling Yi, the girl walked straight over and circled around in front of Ling Yi.

How's my Fiora cosplay?

"Um..."

"Alright, I got it. Just don't say the next word."

Ling Yi shrugged.

Fiora? Is this a Fiora who's gotten fat?

The girl was a little chubby, but not unattractive; her round face was very cute.

Her name is Cong Yajing. She graduated from an art college three years ago and is a professional broadcaster.

It's hard to imagine that such a chubby little girl can earn tens of thousands of yuan a month from live streaming, and she even does cosplay, with hundreds of thousands of fans.

It has to be said that the live streaming industry really has to thank beauty filters and editing apps.

"Your figure is actually more suited to cosplaying Crayon Shin-chan."

"Roll!"

Cong Yajing took a sip of mineral water, then leaned closer to Ling Yi and asked earnestly, "Do you think there's Troubled Football Team hope for Nanzu?"

"No, what, you're a fan?"

"I'm not a football fan, but I'm just so angry! My God, Shite Country is such a tiny country, their players were probably just put together on the spot, how could they lose? How could they lose?"

Ling Yi was amused by the way the girl was waving her fists.

"What if I formed a team and beat all the top teams in the World Cup? Wouldn't that be a lot of fun?"

"Tch!" Cong Yajing rolled her eyes, taking it as Ling Yi joking.

"I'm serious!" Ling Yi said.

Cong Yajing extended her thumb and forefinger and made a gesture in front of Ling Yi.

"Money, handsome, do you have any?"

Ling Yi took out his phone, opened the banking app, logged in, and showed his balance to Cong Yajing.

Cong Yajing was stunned at first, then her eyes widened.

"Holy crap, are you sure this isn't a photoshopped image?"

Ling Yi transferred ten million yuan directly to Cong Yajing via mobile banking...

For a full three minutes, Cong Yajing still hadn't come to her senses.

Then, as if possessed, he patted Ling Yi's head and muttered, "How could that be? You, Ling Yi, have been my roommate for three years, eating instant noodles, wearing cheap clothes, and riding a bicycle."

"You're telling me you're now a super-rich second-generation heir with billions in assets?"

"I must not be fully awake; this is all a hallucination."

Ling Yi slapped her hand aside and asked, "So, is it okay if I form a football team?"

"Dude, what can't you do? Drive sports cars, date models, make movies, sleep... cough cough... play football? Have you lost your mind?"

Ling Yi shrugged and said, "I just want to know, with a population of over a billion, can we actually find 11 people who can play football?"

"You don't really want to start an amateur football team and then beat the whole world, do you?"

"Um!"

"Wait a minute, my mind is a bit muddled right now. I need to go back and calm down. I'll transfer the ten million back to you later."

"No need, consider it your salary."

"Ha?"

"Aren't you a live streamer? From now on, live stream football with me."

"Damn it, I must not be fully awake. It's a hallucination, a hallucination, it's all a hallucination!"

Cong Yajing ran straight back to her room and slammed the door shut.

Ling Yi ignored Cong Yajing, whose mind was somewhat erratic, and instead focused on refining his own ideas.

If we're going to do it, then we should do it on a large scale.

No players? Throw money at them! Recruit directly online, starting at ten million a year, one million for each goal scored.

No venue? The Dafeng City Stadium is pretty good, rent... no, buy it.

No coach? A 100 million annual salary, plus another 100 million for each win—I bet top coaches would be tempted.

The World Cup? Ling Yi didn't understand the rules.

No problem, it's a football match, the winner gets a billion, it's for real, no fixing, the money's paid on the spot, wanna join?

Ling Yi doesn't understand football, but that doesn't matter; he can just pave the way with money.

We need to make a big fuss about it, so that the whole country, and even the whole world, knows about it.

With the Passive Rebate Aura, his money is practically endless. Ling Yi wanted to see what kind of result he could achieve by throwing money at the problem.

Thinking about the fans' disappointment and anger that day, Ling Yi felt very uncomfortable.

Troubled Football Team that they earn millions in annual salary. Instead of being upset about losing the game, they spent millions on a party. Looking at the videos online, everyone is laughing so hard. If you didn't know better, you'd think they had Champion the World Cup.

If anyone online says anything about them, there's a whole host of excuses and reasons.

A multi-million dollar annual salary? What gives them the right? A million-dollar dinner party? What gives them the right? And they can't even be criticized after losing a game? What gives them the right?

On video platforms, whenever someone criticizes them, their videos are often taken down. Ling Yi roughly understood why.

No wonder the fans are collectively cursing the " Round Association idiots".

Ling Yi didn't care about any of that. He just wanted to play with an amateur team, and with an amateur team, crush those trash teams and all the strong teams.

Whether he can do it or not is not important; what is important is that since he has come into this world, he should do it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't feel comfortable playing the Protagonist.

When Cong Yajing came out of the room, she had changed into ordinary clothes.

Seeing Ling Yi eating instant noodles again, Cong Yajing slapped her forehead speechlessly.

"Brother, do you really need to be this frugal? Is that 10 billion you have fake?"

"Otherwise, what do you think life should be like for the children of the rich?"

"I don't know, but I know it's definitely not someone like you."

Ling Yi put down the instant noodles, then looked seriously at Cong Yajing and said, "Let me explain my plan."

"I want to use your livestream account to recruit talented players across the entire internet..."

Ling Yi talked for two hours straight.

Cong Yajing also realized that Ling Yi wasn't joking, but serious.

"Why don't you find a big streamer? Dude, my account only has a few hundred thousand followers, and only a few thousand people watch each live stream. The effect probably won't be as good, and my credibility isn't as high as that of the big streamers."

"At that point, we'll probably both be labeled as liars."

"If I shower your livestream with Rocket all day long, nonstop, will I gain more followers?"

"He'll go crazy!" Cong Yajing pouted; she finally saw a hint of nouveau riche in Ling Yi.

"Then you can start your live stream tonight."

Cong Yajing said weakly, "Why does it feel so unreal? I'm about to become a top streamer?"

"Be prepared to get scolded," Ling Yi said.

"That's true."

Having worked as a live streamer for three years Cong Yajing Supreme Purity what she was about to face.

Wearing too little clothing gets you criticized for being indecent; wearing too much clothing gets you criticized for being unprofessional; drinking water during a live stream gets you criticized for advertising for others; you cry from the criticism and are told you're pretentious; if you argue back, you get criticized for disrespecting your fans.

Everything I do gets me criticized, no matter what I do.

People become extremely critical online, amplifying their sense of good and evil. Yes, not only evil is amplified, but good is amplified as well; otherwise, where would some streamers who exploit the sympathy of their fans come from?

Cong Yajing has been brought to tears by netizens' insults more than once, without any reason; they just find reasons to criticize her.

However, over the years, Cong Yajing has become quite the seasoned veteran.

Cong Yajing's online name is Quiet Ya'er, which sounds quite sweet and pure. If you only look at the works on her account, she is indeed a slender and pure beauty.

But who would have thought that this was a chubby little boy?

"I'm going to get criticized anyway, so I'm not going to use beauty filters this time. It would be even worse if I actually became a big streamer and got exposed."

"Actually, you're not ugly. You're a little chubby, but you're cute."

"You're so good with words. By the way, will you be with me when the broadcast starts?"

"Certainly."

"Luckily I didn't sign with a guild, otherwise I wouldn't dare to do this! I can already imagine what the livestream would have become, it would have exploded!"

"Give me the administrator privileges, and I'll set up a 10 million yuan red envelope campaign to be sent out tonight. No matter what, you've still managed to scam people, even if you're only scamming a bunch of idiots."

"No need, do you think those perverts don't know the Ghost behind the filters? They do know, but they're just liking those pretty female streamers for eye candy."

"Money is no object!"

"Brother, is this considered you keeping me as a sugar daddy?" Cong Yajing leaned closer to Ling Yi and said with a grin.

"Let's talk about that after you've successfully lost weight!"