I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Did you hear me? I'm talking to you."

Wu Shengji neither flew into a rage nor slammed his fist on the table; instead, he smiled slightly, looking handsome and charming.

"So what if I'm a country bumpkin? I'm a country bumpkin myself."

Wu Guangjiang found it strange.

They care about saving face, but sometimes they don't. At times like these, they remain indifferent and continue doing their own thing, cracking sunflower seeds loudly.

The waiter brought out two more plates of sunflower seeds and peanuts, the trays of which were much larger than the previous one.

"That's all for now."

After ordering, Wu Sheng returned the high-end paper menu to the other party and glanced at the table that wasn't occupied by "country bumpkins".

Tsk.

She's actually a beautiful woman.

A bright pink Chanel-style tweed jacket made of synthetic fibers, with pearl buttons that gleam under the bright light. The lace slip dress underneath deliberately exposes a large area of ​​shoulders and legs, and the sequins and studs on the hem are eye-catching. Further down, the legs are encased in pearlescent stockings, and the patent leather red-soled high heels are the finishing touch to this outfit.

After quickly scanning the area from top to bottom, the Martial Saint withdrew his gaze without lingering.

Think about who he spends his days with.

Over time, one's perspective has been subtly and gradually refined.

That girl was above average in looks, but her demeanor was too vulgar. You can tell a woman's "class" just by looking at her clothes.

The color scheme is oversaturated, the details are exaggerated, and the outfit features both a bare face and bare legs.

In summary, it can be summed up in one word.

Ordinary and vulgar women.

"Wu Guangjiang, don't post those photos on WeChat Moments, don't let my sister see them."

The Martial Saint acted as if nothing had happened. The change was obvious to the naked eye. If it were before, even if Wu Guangjiang was the one being scolded, he certainly wouldn't have ignored it.

Wu Guangjiang cracked sunflower seeds with one hand and pressed down with the other, saying, "Keep your heart in your heart, I don't have your sister as a friend."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Jiang Chen couldn't help but laugh.

The Martial Saint shook his head, admitting defeat, and also grabbed a handful of peanuts.

"Let me show you, the Peace Hotel isn't really that amazing. Come to Donghai and experience it for yourselves, you'll see. See, there are even people eating sunflower seeds here."

The elegant yet gaudy Chanel-style beauty was alone. She seemed to have ordered the 888 afternoon tea set on the table. She was holding her phone, talking to herself, and then tilting the camera lens towards Boss Jiang's table.

He said the Peace Hotel was nothing special, but his tone was full of feigned modesty and boasting.

Not surprisingly.

That beautiful woman works in one of the most popular professions right now.

Online beggars.

Pooh.

How can you say that?

She is clearly a beautiful and alluring female anchor who is unattainable.

Look.

Paying to eat at a place like the Peace Hotel is absolutely worthwhile; you'd never have the chance to meet a female anchor like that at a shabby little restaurant.

Having come from the rural areas of Sichuan and Chongqing to the East China Sea, the Martial Saint's aesthetic sense has been upgraded, and his perspective has broadened. In the past, he would definitely feast his eyes on any pretty girl he caught, but now his interest in women is no longer so intense.

However, the female anchor who spoke Mandarin successfully caught his attention.

It's common knowledge that people from Donghai are xenophobic.

It's not surprising that you're called a country bumpkin.

But this streamer isn't from Donghai.

Don't ask him how he knows.

Having lived in Donghai for so long, he was very familiar with the accent of the Donghai dialect.

If you don't believe me, just listen to what Sister Sisi says; the difference is striking.

"Brother, did you hear that?"

The Martial Saint asked Jiang Chen in a low voice.

Boss Jiang, with his composure and equanimity, chatted casually with Lan's parents, munching on sunflower seeds without a care in the world, showing no airs of status whatsoever.

Of course.

He's not a celebrity who's on screen every day, nor is he an internet celebrity with millions of followers. How could his identity be so easily discovered?

If I were recognized, I wouldn't have received such a disheartening comment as a country bumpkin.

Having been rebuffed, the martial saint stopped rambling. Turning his head, he noticed that the female streamer was still pointing her camera in his direction, probably using them as material for today's live stream.

To hear more clearly what she was sharing with her family in the live stream, Wu Sheng took out her phone.

We must always believe in the power of big data.

The leading live streaming platform in the industry is definitely Starry Sky.

The martial arts master opened the Starry Sky app, then clicked on Nearby. After browsing for a short while, he discovered that a female streamer who was broadcasting was only 0.1km away from him.

Although her appearance has been enhanced with beauty filters and differs from her real appearance, the bright pink Chanel-style jacket she is wearing is the exact same style.

The Martial Saint clicked on it.

ho.

There are several hundred people.

"If you come to the East China Sea, I still recommend the Peninsula Hotel or the Oriental Star Tower Hotel for a better experience. As for the Peace Hotel... just take a picture there."

This person knows all the high-end hotels in Donghai like the back of their hand.

correct.

Dongfang Xingzhu, isn't that my older sister's business?

Ok.

They do have some discernment, to some extent.

"Sigh, the mystery surrounding the Peace Hotel has been shattered."

"When I was young, I vowed to go to the Louvre, but now I don't need to anymore. I have already seen the Mona Lisa in my heart."

"Host, I'm really going to Donghai on a business trip next week. Which hotel would be the best place to meet you?"

"The East China Sea has the Pearl of the Orient, and I also want you to be the apple of my eye."

"Hey streamer, stop looking at those country bumpkins, let me see your stockings."

The live stream room, with hundreds of people, truly brought together all sorts of people from all walks of life.

At first, the Martial Saint was enjoying the show, but after seeing this country bumpkin's remark, he felt a bit uncomfortable.

But he was very polite.

Before posting a comment, I first paid out of my own pocket to buy someone a lollipop.

Although it's not expensive, it's a token of goodwill. It's better than that stingy guy who just wants to see stockings, right?
"Is there a rule at the Peace Hotel that prohibits eating sunflower seeds?"

Only after sending gifts did the Martial Saint speak.

as predicted.

Even a lollipop has its purpose. As Laozi Wu Guangjiang just said, if there's no profit to be made, why would anyone bother with you?

"There are no rules, but it's really low-class."

The female anchor saw his comment and responded by covering her mouth and giggling, seemingly aware that it wasn't appropriate for those country bumpkins to hear it.

The Martial Saint rubbed his chin, looked at the heavily photoshopped female streamer in the live stream room, and continued typing.

"Doesn't the streamer eat sunflower seeds?"

The female streamer was quite enthusiastic towards her fans, especially those who had made purchases, and answered again.

"I will kowtow, but I won't do it at the Peace Hotel."

"If I send a gift to the Carnival, can the streamer eat sunflower seeds at the Peace Hotel?"

The female anchor's eyes sparkled, and her smile was captivating. She was clearly a professional; instead of rushing to answer, she first checked Wu Sheng's account, only to find nothing there.

"You can swipe it first."

She remained noncommittal, yet her words were captivating.

No wonder being a streamer is so lucrative. Wu Sheng almost made an impulsive purchase. The carnival wasn't cheap, but he could still afford it with his savings.

However, when he tried to deposit money, the system notified him that large-amount spending by minors was restricted!

It's a bit embarrassing.

"Dude, where is everyone?"

"Another braggart."

"The streamer is smart; there are too many people showing off these days."

The live stream chat erupted in mockery.

The female anchor sighed, "I'm used to it by now~ Okay, this is a civilized live broadcast room, please stop cursing."

"elder brother."

Martial Saint nudged Jiang Chen's arm.

Jiang Chen tilted his head as he chatted and laughed with Lan's parents.

Without wasting words, Wu Sheng handed over his phone. "That woman was live-streaming and recorded us. She said that eating sunflower seeds at the Peace Hotel was low-class, but when I offered to send her a Carnival gift, she agreed to eat sunflower seeds here. However, Xingkong said I was underage and wouldn't let me spend money."

A boy is still a boy. Still young and impetuous.

Jiang Chen took the phone. "Where did you get the money?"

He knew exactly how much a carnival cost.

"I saved it up."

The Martial Saint said, "Brother, they're all cursing me, and I've already said what I said."

Jiang Chen looked at it for a moment, then returned the phone to him.

It is definitely not encouraged for minors to make large purchases, especially when they spend money on female live streamers.

However, the quality of keeping promises is commendable.

"elder brother."

The Martial Saint looked at him.

Jiang Chen didn't say a word, and took out his phone.

That said, he hadn't been on Starry Sky for a long time, so much so that he had to log in again when he tried to access it.

A lone figure on a cold river.

The king has returned.

The martial saint, who was craning his neck to steal a glance, shuddered.

What did he see?
Jiang Chen's account is actually the Emperor!
How much money do I have to spend?

"Bro, you've been flirting with plenty of female streamers, haven't you?"

He couldn't help but whisper.

"These were all spent on your sister Shurui."

Those who frequently play Starry Sky should still remember that live stream that topped the trending charts. But back then, Wu Sheng was just a little kid, probably playing in the mud with his butt sticking out on the ridges of the fields in the village.

"what is her name."

The Martial Saint quickly glanced at his phone.

"Hao Wenming".

Good name.

Jiang Chen searched and then entered the live stream room.

The Emperor has arrived.

Everyone stand up!

When the grand special effects that dominated the entire phone screen suddenly appeared without warning, the live stream room with hundreds of viewers instantly fell into an eerie silence.

The female anchor also lost her professionalism, her lips agape, stunned in disbelief.

With the emperor arriving, there will certainly be no idle chatter.

Followed by.

Carnival effects appeared again in the live stream.

"grass!"

"emperor!"

"!!!"

After great stillness comes great alarm, followed by great chaos.

As the number one social platform on the market, Starry Sky has hundreds of millions of users, but to date, only a few dozen accounts have been granted the title of "Emperor".

Never doubt the power of big data.
With the powerful push effect, the number of people in the live broadcast room increased at lightning speed, with users flooding in like a tidal wave. From a few hundred people at the beginning, it quickly reached tens of thousands and is still growing rapidly!
Hao Wenming, a female streamer with only 800,000 to 900,000 followers and whose videos are all borderline flaunting of wealth, covered her mouth in excitement.

"A lone figure on a cold river! This big shot has reappeared!"

Some people still remember Mr. Jiang's imposing and powerful demeanor back then.

But Boss Jiang didn't have time to catch up with these "fans." After fulfilling his promise to the Martial Saint and spending some time on the carnival, he started typing.

"That was my alternate account."

"Eating sunflower seeds."

The martial arts master in the live stream was also deeply moved and impressed by Jiang Chen once again.

He didn't know how to describe it.

They are as different from those vulgar pretentious people as clouds and mud.

can only say.

That's awesome!!!

The gap between him and Jiang Chen is like the Mariana Trench.

Then, without needing to watch the live stream, the Martial Saint heard a sound coming from reality, a sound that was trembling slightly, urgent, and bursting with overwhelming joy.

"Waiter!"

That's right.

That "Ms. Hao Wenming" was looking up to the country bumpkin in her eyes, which could be described as appealing to both refined and common tastes. I guess the waiters were wondering why there were so many customers wanting melon seeds today.

"knock."

As a viewer, Wu Sheng knows he can't go back on his word, so as a streamer, he certainly can't renege on his promise.

Making a living on the platform, they understand the weight of an "emperor" better than ordinary users!

"Click."

Not for the sake of the more than 10,000 online viewers in the live stream, the female anchor Hao Wenming held a melon seed in her red lips, her upper and lower teeth pressed together, breaking her rules just for the "Emperor". There was no resistance or embarrassment at all. On the contrary, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dreamy.

Why bother looking for the Imperial Seal of the State?
He went from arrogant to obsequious, becoming the very person he despised. Yet, the Martial Saint didn't speak up to mock him. It wasn't like before; in a live stream with over ten thousand viewers, his words were like a drop in the ocean, impossible to be seen.

and.

He wasn't doing it for the sake of being sarcastic.

Female streamers who rely on suggestive content to gain followers have extremely limited influence, as evidenced by the fact that only two or three hundred people watch their live streams when they have hundreds of thousands of followers.

I reckon she only dreams of such a grand occasion when she's asleep.

The life that some people dream of is something that others can achieve with just a simple gesture.

"There are peanuts here too."

The anchor "Hao Wenming" can change his expression faster than turning the pages of a book. He speaks in a soft, sweet, and gentle voice, looking like an extremely docile cat waiting for its owner's favor.

Can understand.

Human nature.

Looking at the unprecedentedly popular live stream, she had to consider whether this was the only opportunity she would ever have.

Unfortunately, judging her as an ordinary woman by the Martial Saint, how could she possibly win the Emperor's favor?

Life is like a mischievous and wicked old man who always likes to play some wicked jokes.

It's all just a mirage.

When leaving the live stream, Boss Jiang snapped a screenshot and then sent a message with the image, though it's unclear who he sent it to.

"Where is the emperor?"

"Leaving so soon?"

"Damn it, I'm too late!"

For example, the female anchor Hao Wenming, a viewer, was visibly shaken. She hurriedly opened the fan ranking list and sent a message to the top fan. However, some people are destined to be in different circles and can only catch a fleeting glimpse of each other.

The live stream has been banned.

Upon seeing the notification that suddenly popped up on the screen, Wu Sheng was stunned and caught off guard. He then flipped through his history, clicked on Hao Wenming's account, and found that the profile picture had changed and the nickname had become a string of meaningless letters and numbers.

All the accounts are gone!
"What happened? My account! Ah—!"

The voice coming from beside me was panicked and frightened, and it was too loud to control itself. I turned my head and saw that the female anchor, Hao Wenming, was so anxious that she didn't know what to do, holding her phone. She had fallen from heaven to hell in an instant and was about to cry.

It's no wonder she lacks mental fortitude.

An account with hundreds of thousands of followers, which took a long time to build and was their livelihood, is all gone. How could they not be devastated?

"Brother, did you do this?"

The Martial Saint withdrew his gaze and asked tentatively.

Mr. Jiang put away his phone without answering.

"Then why bother going to the carnival? Isn't that a waste of money?"

"One yard owned by a yard."

The Martial Saint, who had spoken beforehand, was stunned, and then his heart was filled with turmoil.

"Why? Why? Waaah..."

After failing to receive a satisfactory response from the platform, the female anchor, Hao Wenming, lost control and completely broke down in tears, covering her face with her hands, drawing the attention of the other viewers.

That's what it means to affect other people's dining experience.

The waiter quickly went over.

"What's wrong with this girl?"

Wu Guangjiang was puzzled.

"I guess it's the first time they've ever eaten sunflower seeds from the Peace Hotel, they must be so delicious they'll cry."

The Martial Saint was breaking open peanuts.

Wu Guangjiang was puzzled. He chewed on the melon seeds in his mouth and muttered to Lan's mother.

"Is it delicious?" (End of Chapter)