I didn't originally intend to discuss non-streamer casual viewers, but that guy was really something else. He acted like he was a friend of Z University and had absolutely no manners. Shan Yu has a really good temper; if it were me, I'd twist his head off.
6l: ls, you think you can outmaneuver the King? Hahahaha—
7l: 5l is being a bit too emotional. It's just a game. All I can say is, Shan Yu really doesn't like Z...
8l: Oh my god, when did this thread become a place to discuss who Z likes!
9l: Objectively speaking, Shanyu's final move was very appealing.
Only a minority of people go online, because when Z went offline, Shanyu attracted a huge wave of traffic and the rewards it received solidified its number one position.
Many viewers felt that Z was irresponsible; Xiaoyu was ranked fifth, but he had fallen to sixth? I watched it this morning.
This shows that no matter what we say, many people still respect the strong.
…………
78l:
[Xuanyuan Tianlu]: What the hell? Shan Yu is a hypocrite and an idiot, no explanation needed. He's dirtier than anyone else in private, putting on a smiling face while messing with you and him. A real "central air conditioner"? Damn it, how could anyone be so blind as to say this?
79l: Holy crap?!
80l: Oh my god, this is... the real former residence!!!
81l: The old house is hilarious! Forget it! It's so sad that they had to delete their account and start over!
82l: Xuanyuan Tianlu, go back to your escape game and stop polluting the air of Shengkong! You filthy, red-eyed idiot, deliberately sabotaging your teammates, you're just like Shanyu, what right do you have to curse?!
...
85l:
[Xuanyuan Tianlu]: Fine, fine, I'm despicable, I'm an idiot, but you, the one who's about to unleash a storm, aren't any better. That's all I'll say, believe it or not, get lost.
86l: ...I smell melon?
87l: Is there really some gossip? Why doesn't the former residence produce any evidence?
88l: I also want the chat history, screenshots, all sorts of things... I actually don't like Shanyu either, but it's not good to criticize without evidence, is it?
…………
678l: Ah, it sank, where did everyone go? tt
Wen Zheng received the website address sent by Deng Puyue just after finishing his lunch break.
He hadn't logged on for several days. Yesterday, he silently queued for three hours and cleared a dungeon without much trouble. He used to live like this all the time, but lately he's been feeling incredibly bored.
I called several times, but there was no news from the police. It was as if Big Black had vanished into thin air, and there was no trace of him on the surveillance footage.
I wanted to apologize to the King, but he's not online, and my message hasn't been read.
Wen Zheng stared at Ms. Liu's accounting notebook, the string of passwords flying around in his eyes, but he couldn't concentrate on looking at it.
Fireflies may glow, but they are not fire; dewdrops may form on lotus leaves, but they are not pearls.
What is Ms. Liu trying to tell herself?
Some people are nice to you on the surface and very polite, but actually have ulterior motives.
But how can people see through appearances to the essence?
Just as he was getting annoyed, Deng Puyue's invitation arrived. He closed his notebook and glanced at it.
Wen Zheng: How did the Xuanyuan Heavenly Road appear?
-Yu Di: This shows that Shan Yu is really not a good person! Think about it, they were doing well before, but Xuan Yuan Tian Lu deleted his account and started over. He should have hated you, right? But he didn't say anything about you in this post that slanders you. Instead, he cursed Shan Yu. This shows that they must have had some shady dealings behind the scenes and eventually broke up!
-Wenzheng: py?
Yu Di: Ah, what did I say? I said, Shan Yu is no good, don't be fooled!
Wen Zheng paused, then the poem suddenly popped into his mind. He pondered it again, then replied dejectedly.
Wen Zheng: I wasn't deceived; I'm not familiar with him.
-Yu Di: Really? Are you sure? Then I'm about to start badmouthing him, but you can't question our friendship and think I'm trying to sow discord...
-Wen Zheng: said.
-Yu Di: Oh, right, don't you find it strange? His name, "Mountain Storm," is never on the memory disk's ranking list, which means he's not good at this. He's also someone who's played through all the cell games, so the possibility of him hiding an advantage is very low... In the game with the Purple Jacaranda on Friday, he initially had to look for answers on the wall, but in the last three lines, he suddenly unleashed his power, which is very abnormal.
-Yu Di: Then I told Bai Shuang about this, and Bai Shuang looked it up and just found out that Shan Yu Yu Lai's real name is Hong Zhenyu, a local of Rongcheng, and his education level is high school graduation... Brother Zheng, it's not that I'm prejudiced, but who doesn't go to university these days if they have some achievements? He has a lot of relatives, and judging from the registered address, his conditions are not bad, so it doesn't seem like he can't afford it.
-Yu Di: And then, you know, in the game of "Sheng Kong," the clever aren't necessarily good at it, but those who are good at it are definitely clever. If Shan Yu is really that clever…
-Yu Di: Bai Shuang said his family relationships are complicated and still under investigation, so I'm just reminding you.
-Yu Di: Tat I really wasn't trying to sow discord!
Wen Zheng struggled to process the information, and after a long while replied to him with a hint of exasperation.
Wen Zheng: I told you to go drinking with him, but you only let him investigate the impending storm?
-Brother Yu:…………
-Yu Di: [shy] I even gave him some cookies by hand, and he praised me.
-Wen Zheng:
Hearing that Wen Zheng had closed the chat window, I felt a warmth in my heart.
He understood Deng Puyue's meaning. So much had happened that day that he hadn't paid attention to this detail at all. If he had indeed cheated, the consequences would be severe, not just financial penalties. If the Allied Headquarters prosecuted him, the cheater could even face criminal charges.
The consequences were too severe, and cheating was too difficult, so I didn't immediately think of that.
But upon closer reflection, is it really impossible?
Since ancient times, people have died for wealth, and birds have died for food.
Wen Zheng's previous income from live streaming was about 6,000 yuan per month. After deducting half from the platform, he was left with 3,000 yuan.
But ever since he got a cat and posted photos of it, starting from the start of the livestreaming competition, his weekly income, after deducting the platform's share, is still 25,000 yuan, which translates to a monthly income of 100,000 yuan.
For ordinary wage earners, 100,000 yuan a month is a huge sum, but most people are unwilling to take the risk for it. However, what if this income is long-term? 100,000 yuan a month, 1.2 million yuan a year, and if there is an even bigger windfall in between, 2 million or 3 million yuan is also possible.
Over the years, his fame grew, and money from tips and donations flowed in steadily.
Wen Zheng let out a soft breath.
"Wen Zheng," Jin Fanrong said with a smile, leaning closer, "What are you looking at?"
"..." Wen Zheng was startled by him and closed the webpage. Li Xiaoting, who was next to him, immediately came over: "Hey, hey, Uncle Jin Fanrong~ Do you have any new gossip? Tell me!"
Li Xiaoting picked up the conversation smoothly, and Jin Fanrong didn't insist this time. He turned to her and said, "Brother-in-law is treating, so I'm here to check your schedules and who you'll be bringing... Tingting, I remember you said you were going, right?"
Li Xiaoting said, "Yes, yes, everyone's going, so I'm going too! But Brother Wenzheng seems to have said he's not going, so don't bother him..."
"Is Wen Zheng really not going?" A gossipmonger slurped his yogurt, making a crunching sound as he sucked on the nearly empty plastic carton, and mumbled, "I saw you looking at a game forum once. You play games, right? Fanrong's brother-in-law works in the game industry."
"Huh?" Wen Zheng looked at Jin Fanrong when he heard the news for the first time.
Jin Fanrong suddenly smiled meaningfully: "You all don't know, Wen Zheng not only plays, but he plays very well. It's a game produced by my brother-in-law's company... I just saw his picture online yesterday."
The gossip queen exclaimed, "Really?! Wen Zheng is that good at games? Take me with you next time!"
Jin Fanrong smiled and nudged her: "I've said it several times, my brother-in-law's company's game requires equipment, holographic equipment, glasses or helmets, and you're reluctant to buy them?"
"Oh, it's that guy again... Wen Zheng and his young crowd..."
Wen Zheng was surrounded by three-dimensional surround sound, chattering away, but he remained on edge.
My brother-in-law's company's games?
Xia Kingdom's Living Space Division?
"I'll go."
"What?"
Wen Zheng patiently said, "I'll go too."
Jin Fanrong's surprised expression seemed genuine: "You agree to this? I've been talking about games with you for a while now. I told you not to wear headphones at work, but you wouldn't listen. Look, you almost missed out, didn't you? Since you like games so much, I'll have my brother-in-law bring you some merchandise when we eat."
"Hmm." Wen Zheng said, then put his earphones back in.
Jin Fanrong: "…………"
Author's Note: Big Black: It's so much fun out there! I'll find another little brother, hahaha!
The future Dahei, whose identity will be exposed: I was wrong, I was really wrong, really, really, really wrong.
(If I skip this again today, I'll chop off my pigeon head! You guys give me negative comments! (clenched fist))
Chapter 34
Wen Zheng was deeply impressed by his brother-in-law, Jin Fanrong, from the very first day he started bragging in the office.
His parents never mentioned their elders, and after their sacrifice, they entrusted him to their master to raise. Wen Zheng's concept of "relatives" was extremely shallow, and he didn't even know if a typical cousin's husband would give a house as a gift upon meeting.
The agreed-upon venue was quite upscale, and colleagues privately shared some tips in the group chat, such as it's best to wear formal attire.
Wen Zheng rummaged through his wardrobe and found a black suit. Although it was overly formal, the impeccable tailoring made him appear taller and more mature.
The person in the mirror had a handsome face. He had a high nose bridge and delicate features, neither overly rugged nor overly feminine.
There was some white dust on his sleeve, and Wen Zheng went to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe it off, but he couldn't get it off. When he passed by the kitchen, he subconsciously wanted to step in, but then he remembered that Da Hei was not there.
Habits are extremely dangerous; once formed, breaking them is a painful process.
He also called the police station today, and the other party sounded particularly apologetic, making Wen Zheng's hopes dwindle day by day.
What's even more terrifying is that he simply cannot imagine himself bringing another cat home.
Big Black is different.
After a moment of hesitation, Wen Zheng went to the bedside table in the bedroom, found a box, and fastened a pair of gold cufflinks to cover the traces of white ash. Hesitating for a moment, he still didn't wear a tie and went out.
Even if Jin Fanrong hadn't told him about his brother-in-law, he probably would have accepted the invitation. He really didn't want to stay home lately.
The party was held in a high-end hotel, with elegantly dressed people coming and going, perfectly matching Jin Fanrong's boasted image of a wealthy person.
Wen Zheng paid the fare with his phone and was greeted by the doorman who led him into a small hall.