At 9 PM, Ya'er's live stream started quietly.
Cong Yajing is actually very dedicated to her cosplay. Her goal is to capture the details and essence of each character, otherwise she wouldn't have hundreds of thousands of fans.
If it weren't for the lack of a guild to help promote her, she would probably have become a top streamer long ago.
When fans received the live stream notification and clicked into the live stream room, many of them immediately started criticizing it.
Holy crap, who is this chubby little guy? Is that Ya'er? Did she forget to turn on the beauty filter?
Just then, the chubby boy spoke.
"Hello everyone, does my voice sound familiar? That's right, I'm Quiet Ya'er. Many of you might be wondering if I forgot to turn on the beauty filter? No, I turned it off intentionally."
Before the barrage of comments could take off, Cong Yajing had to take the initiative to set the pace.
"Don't start cursing yet. Let me finish speaking first, and of course, don't leave. Otherwise, you'll miss out on something good, and don't blame me for not warning you!"
"Enough with the nonsense, here's a ten million yuan red envelope to shut you up first."
The fans were stunned, thinking they had misheard. But when they saw the ten million yuan red envelope actually pop up on the screen, everyone went crazy.
The fans, who were typing away and preparing to unleash their criticisms, didn't even bother sending comments; they grabbed the red envelopes first.
It was a real ten million, with some managing to snag over ten thousand and others nearly ten thousand.
This wave of censorship, based on sheer Money Power, has been incredibly effective.
At this moment, the viewers didn't even have time to curse; they immediately sent screenshots and links from the live stream to all their groups.
The number of viewers Rapid Speed at an incredible rate.
Even the supervisor who came to check on the room after discovering abnormal traffic logged in immediately using a secondary account and grabbed 60,000 yuan in red envelopes.
This chubby kid is actually a tycoon? He just threw out a ten million yuan red envelope, that's terrifying!
"This is Ya'er's apology to all her fans, but that's not the focus today."
You all saw the match that Troubled Football Team three days ago, right?
" Ya'er is very angry, and the consequences will be severe, so I've decided..."
Just then, a male voice rang out in the live stream. "What have you decided?"
Immediately afterwards, a Dashuai figure appeared in the live broadcast room.
"Gaining followers seems so easy. I've decided, I'll give away 10 million red envelopes every day during my live streams from now on."
"Big brother, even if you're rich, you can't waste money like this! Quickly take back what you just said. Just say you were practicing your lines." Cong Yajing hurriedly tried to shut Ling Yi up.
Ling Yi waved the camera open, stared at it, and said, "My name is Ling Yi, and I keep my word."
Faced with a true tycoon and a ten million yuan red envelope, the netizens dared not make any more comments.
"The reason I'm in this chubby kid's live stream is simply because we're neighbors, she happens to be a streamer, and I need to use her live stream to say something."
"Hey Ling Yi, what kind of face do you think I have? What do you mean by 'just right'?"
"Don't cause trouble, we're talking serious stuff, or I'll dock your pay."
Cong Yajing smiled obsequiously, "Hello boss, you're amazing! Please continue, boss, I'll go pour you some tea."
After saying that, Cong Yajing left the live stream immediately.
"Ahem, please ignore that chubby guy from before, what I'm about to say is the important part."
"I'm not a football fan, but I was at the game three days ago, and to be honest, as someone who isn't a fan, I was extremely angry."
"I believe many people watched that game, and they were just as angry as I was about those elderly men who went to the stadium to stroll around in front of countless spectators."
"The chubby kid asked me, 'With a population of over a billion, can't we even find eleven people who can play soccer?'"
At this moment, a supervisor's warning suddenly appeared in the chat: Please do not mislead the audience or make exaggerated or untrue statements.
Upon seeing this comment, Ling Yi sneered, took out his phone, and opened his bank account in front of the camera, displaying the balance to all the viewers.
"You don't need to count the zeros anymore, this is over ten billion, and this is just one of my accounts."
"The supervisor who issued the warning, please repeat what you just said," Ling Yi said coldly.
The supervisor had no time to reply at that moment; he was being berated by the manager.
You dare warn someone who casually hands out ten million as a red envelope? Have you lost your mind?
Upon seeing the account balance on Ling Yi's phone, the manager immediately dismissed him and, using the supervisor's account, posted a somewhat sensible message on the screen. "Not a warning, but a reminder!"
"Don't limit the traffic; grant this account all the necessary permissions."
After a pause, Ling Yi continued, "I have a few things to say here."
"First, I want to form an amateur football team. Remember, it's a damn amateur team. The team size is tentatively set at 30 people, with a guaranteed annual salary of ten million. The selection will take place in three days at the Dafeng City Stadium. People with Troubled Football Team shouldn't come; I won't want them."
"Secondly, we're hiring a football coach. A minimum annual salary of 100 million yuan is guaranteed. They must be truly capable. To reiterate, no people from the Round Association."
"Someone asked why? And you're asking me why? Why don't you ask those fans why? Have you been offline these past few days? Haven't you watched the videos online?"
Upon seeing the comments in the live stream, Ling Yi instantly exploded. He, who had been so serious just moments before, suddenly started swearing and pointing at the camera while cursing.
Ling Yi knew that he was influenced by the author; after all, given his current state of mind, he still had the ability to control his emotions.
But Ling Yi didn't Reversal the author; perhaps that scheming author wanted to vent something through him as the Protagonist.
"Some people say Troubled Football Team. It is not easy, considering the sea cucumbers they eat, the banquet the perry drives, a million-dollar feast. It's really not easy."
"Besides, I only care about the results. Fans only care about the results. If there's no good result, no amount of excuses will help."
"What? That's the Comprehensive Super League, not the World Cup? Sorry, I already said I'm not a football fan, but I just feel like those fans have it so tough. Anyone who's been to a game can feel that helpless pain and uncontrollable anger."
Many fans cried, not because the Troubled Football Team, but because they couldn't see any hope.
Ling Yi's rant lasted for half an hour, leaving Cong Yajing, who was standing next to him, completely dumbfounded.
Is this Ling Yi a fake too? Why is he so different from the real him?
"Third, I need several professional teams: a medical team, an operations team, a physical training team, a nutritionist team... Those interested can come to the stadium in three days to meet and discuss the compensation. Don't ask, just say it's world-class."
"Fourth, after becoming my player, everyone will receive a reward of ten million for every game we win, and each player will receive a reward of one million for every goal they score."
"Fifth, those who intend to fix matches and swindle money from me, believe me, I will show you the true power of Money Power. Therefore, I not only need a professional legal team, but also a professional Surveillance team..."
"One month from now, any team, whether domestic or international, is welcome to challenge me. If you defeat my team, I will pay you 1 billion on the spot. I especially welcome Round Association Troubled Football Team to come and challenge me. Facing my hastily assembled amateur team, do you want to lose or win?"
"You say I have money to burn and nothing better to do? You're right, I do have nothing better to do."
"Little Fatty, it's your turn to do the work."
"Yes, boss!"
Cong Yajing gave Ling Yi a thumbs up before appearing on camera. Ling Yi didn't leave; he sat on the sofa behind her and started... sending her gifts.
Cong Yajing didn't say anything else, but simply explained in detail what Ling Yi had said, emphasizing some key points.
Ling Yi started to get Bored after browsing through the gifts for a while.
He tossed his phone to Cong Yajing and said, "You can send her gifts yourself."
"Boss, isn't this a bit inappropriate? We're giving ourselves gifts; the live stream will get banned."
"If your live stream gets banned, I'll buy this platform. Whoever banned you will be fired."
"Boss, Haki!"
This live stream lasted for two hours.
But the consequences were terrifying.
The event started with a massive giveaway of red envelopes, and for the next two hours, Cong Yajing even gifted herself to all her viewers while complaining that her hands were sore.
Two hours, fifty million worth of gifts—can't that be counted?
Cong Yajing's fan base didn't decrease after the filter was turned off; instead, it surged by six million.
Although these fans are all there for Ling Yi's daily 10 million yuan red envelope, this number is genuine.
Moreover, as time goes on, the number of fans will likely increase; after all, who can resist money?
Ling Yi and his team's live stream videos spread wildly through various channels.
Before dawn, more than ten news items about this incident had already become trending topics.
A mysterious tycoon has spent billions to form an amateur football team, preparing to Troubled Football Team football team.
" Troubled Football Team lost 7-0 to Shite Country, and the wealthy owner is furious."
"Fans shed tears at the stadium; is there really no hope for the Troubled Football Team national football team?"
"With salaries starting at tens of millions, tens of millions for each win, and a million for each goal, can Money Power really save football?"
Unveiling the story behind the mysterious tycoon...
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"When the streamer turned off the filter, the slender beauty instantly transformed into a chubby little boy, but instead of losing fans, she gained nearly ten million followers overnight. The Revealing the Truth."
"The first streamer gifted himself in front of his fans, violating the rules, so why hasn't anyone dared to ban his account?"
"The practice of offering millions of yuan in red envelopes in live-streaming rooms to attract fans violates industry rules and should be resolutely resisted."
Meanwhile, in a room in a residential area of Capital, a dozen Troubled Football Team players from the National Football Team are gathered.
They were also scrolling through the news.
Strangely, they didn't show any signs of anger; on the contrary, everyone had an excited smile on their face.
" Old Fan, it seems your plan worked," one of them said with a smile.
"Where did this Ling Yi come from? He's got some skills," the middle-aged man called Old Fan chuckled.
"But that's not enough, A-Jian. Go post something online later and keep Round Association."
"Don't worry, this is something I'm good at."
" Old Zhang, how's the contact going?" Old Fan asked again.
"Hehe, I've already contacted bosses in seven cities, and I'm in contact with bosses in several other cities as well. I don't think there will be any major problems."
"Do you think the person from the Round Association will go crazy if they find out this?"
"Haha, I don't know if he's crazy or not, I only have one goal: to make Round Association disappear. This stupid rich bastard appeared at just the right time. You guys need to withstand the pressure."
"Let's throw another party tonight, a million-dollar one, make it into a secretly filmed video, and post it online. I don't believe those scumbags won't be dead after these few fires."
"They'd be utterly dead."
"Haha!" Everyone laughed.