Many children, many blessings; the story begins with revenge against the beautiful boss.

In an instant, several high-level accounts bearing the prefixes of various guilds suddenly flooded into Liu Peipei's live stream.

These accounts didn't waste any time; they immediately bombarded the account with the highest-level gifts.

If you didn't tell them, no one would realize that this was a gift-giving incident; it would look more like a bombardment.

When MCN company's official accounts send gifts, their speed is simply unmatched by ordinary wealthy people.

After all, the rich are spending their own money, so they'll feel the pinch.

The operations team is spending the company's money, and they'll only complain that they're not clicking the mouse fast enough.

In just half a minute, the previously one-sided situation was instantly reversed.

Peipei's live stream score bar skyrocketed at an irrational speed, as if it were on a spaceship traveling at the speed of light.

In less than half a minute, the score had already surpassed A's, and the gap was widening at a rate of hundreds of thousands per second.

Brother A was completely stunned when he saw the red progress bar pressed right against his forehead.

He immediately yelled in the live stream, "Family members! Brothers! The enemy is backdooring! Quick, send gifts! Hold on!"

But this time, no matter how hard he shouted, his usually supportive wealthy friends all fell silent.

Several guys sent me a private message, looking exasperated: "Brother A, it's not that we don't want to help you, it's just that the other side is too insane!"

"We'll spawn one, and they'll spawn ten. Who can withstand that? Even if we were rich, we couldn't afford to keep going like that!"

This is to be expected, as most wealthy people give gifts out of interest and to save face.

Now that it seems Brother A is about to lose, it's naturally less interesting for the rich guys to keep spending money.

Soon, the total amount of gifts in Peipei's live stream room gained an absolute and overwhelming advantage.

Brother A was sweating profusely with anxiety. He quickly opened WeChat and loudly appealed in the "Chair Sister" Victims' Joint Denunciation Group:

"Gentlemen! Stop watching! Come help! The other side has brought so many guild accounts, I can't handle this alone! We all need to help each other!"

However, the group was completely silent; no one responded.

By this time, the other bosses in the alliance had already realized what was going on.

So, you're trying to get us to spend money and effort to help you win this battle, A-ge?

Then you'll climb to the top by stepping on our heads, solidifying your title as "KK's Number One"?

That's a really clever way to "get something for nothing"!

You just said you were in charge of the KK platform, and now you want us to foot the bill for you?

Go dream!

They unanimously instructed their operations staff: "Send the word down to this bastard not to spend a single penny."

Seeing that no one was responding, Brother A realized that he had offended someone with his words and quickly made a promise in the group:

"Everyone! If you help me win this round, Tianyu Media will definitely reward you. We'll discuss traffic generation, live stream collaborations, and resource exchanges!"

But by then the tide had turned, and nobody was willing to listen to him.

No matter how frantically he shouted in the live stream, the progress bar remained motionless.

As the PK countdown reached zero, the bright red word "Failure" on the screen struck Brother A's heart like a heavy hammer.

Brother A slumped in his chair, his face ashen, his eyes filled with despair.

We lost...we lost completely.

This not only means that he has to fulfill his bet and withdraw from the online gambling platform for a month.

This also means that his dream of dominating the KK live streaming platform and becoming the number one streamer has been completely shattered.

Brother A's facial muscles twitched stiffly a few times before he quickly cut off the connection with Liu Peipei's live stream.

His arrogant and domineering attitude vanished instantly.

Instead, a forced, fake smile that looked worse than crying was plastered on his face.

"Wow, everyone, that last PK was absolutely amazing!"

Brother A coughed twice, trying to smooth things over.

"Although we lost in terms of statistics, we didn't lose in spirit! And as everyone can see, the other side had capital backing them up, so we lost with honor!"

However, the expected comforting words and attempts to persuade them to stay did not materialize.

Conversely, the wealthy patrons with high-level badges on the public chat appeared unusually indifferent at this moment.

Before those mindless die-hard fans could even speak, the top-ranked fan, "Rich Guy," posted a striking comment:

"Why haven't you ended the broadcast yet?"

When Brother A saw this comment, his smile froze on his face, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Ahem... Well, Brother Fugui, you're really joking, huh?"

Brother A awkwardly rubbed his hands together, trying to laugh it off.

To everyone's surprise, Brother Fugui didn't give him any face at all, and immediately posted another message:

"Who's joking with you? We gave you face and invested real money, and you still lost."

"Losing is one thing, but you're actually trying to renege on your debt?"

Immediately afterwards, the second and third ranked big shots also jumped out to add insult to injury:

"That's right, you have to stand firm when you're being hit, and admit your mistakes."

"What do you take us for?"

"Do you want the whole internet to laugh at us?"

"End the broadcast immediately! Don't make us look like clowns with you!"

Seeing the screen filled with condemnations from wealthy men, Brother A completely panicked.

He may not care about the opinions of ordinary viewers, but these few are his bread and butter.

If you offend them, you'll really have no future in this world.

Under pressure from his sugar daddies, Brother A's last shred of hope was shattered.

His face turned a deep purplish-red, and in the end, he could only manage to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth, his hands trembling, as he looked at the camera:

"Don't worry everyone, I, Brother A, am a man of my word. Starting today, I'm taking a month off from the internet!"

After saying that, he sheepishly clicked the "End Live Stream" button amidst the attention of everyone.

The screen went black instantly.

The camera then switched to Liu Peipei's live stream.

As the golden word "Victory" exploded in the center of the screen, the entire live stream room instantly transformed into a sea of ​​joy.

The barrage of comments was scrolling wildly, filled with cheers like "The Yi Family Army is awesome!" and "We won!"

Especially those rich guys who just sent gifts along with us.

Seeing the screen full of praising comments, everyone felt they had gained a lot of face and their vanity was greatly satisfied.

Clips of the live stream were quickly uploaded online.

Fueled by this legendary victory, Liu Peipei's live stream exploded in popularity, becoming a sensation across the entire internet.

Chen Weiguo knew when to quit while he was ahead and decisively chose to end the broadcast at that point.

He had no choice but to continue the broadcast; the 280 million KK coins in Kunlun No. 1's account had been completely depleted.

If he keeps firing, he'll really run out of bullets.

"Chairman, that's the whole story."

Chen Weiguo stood in front of the desk, his attitude extremely respectful.

"So you're saying you created a top KK Live account using just a chair?"

Cao Kun could hardly believe it after hearing this. Had Chen Weiguo's operational skills reached such a high level?

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