11: Chapter 11: Another troublemaker has arrived?

Su Yun watched the surge of numbers in his account balance but calmly picked up his phone.

The ten "Douyin No. 1" gifts Shen Qingzhu had just sent would still be a huge sum of money even after the platform's commission.

But he hadn't forgotten the rule he had established at the beginning.

“Everyone, same old rules.”

Su Yun operated his phone while waving it toward the camera. “This money is a thank-you gift from Miss Shen. The fee for the divination was already paid, but since this is extra income, we'll stick to the usual ratio.”

His fingers tapped rapidly a few times.

Soon, a new donation receipt appeared on the screen.

Amount: 4,500 Yuan.

Project: Orphanage Renovation Fund.

Su Yun happily transferred the remaining five hundred yuan to his meal card.

“Alright, four thousand five hundred yuan has been donated to buy some extra chicken legs for the kids at the orphanage.”

Su Yun stretched, his money-grubbing expression vanishing instantly, replaced by the lazy demeanor of a "Master."

“The remaining five hundred is my mental distress fee. After all, that scene earlier scared me quite a bit; I need to buy something good to recover.”

The bullet chat was immediately filled with "Hahaha" and comments like "The Master is honorable."

“This streamer is a real one; he actually donates the money!”

“Other streamers would practically call you 'Dad' for a gift, but Master Su just gives it away.”

“Just for this character, I'm following!”

Just as the atmosphere in the stream was peaceful and everyone was praising Su Yun's integrity...

Suddenly.

A golden light, even more dazzling than before, exploded across the screen.

The special effect was blinding; a giant golden dragon circled the screen before dropping a line of large text.

[Supreme Guardian 'Wealthy Idle Man' has entered the stream!]

Following that, a string of glittering max-level badges trailed behind the ID—he was a walking personification of a pay-to-win player.

This was the mark of a max-level god-tier whale on the platform!

Big shots of this level usually only hung out in the rooms of top-tier streamers. Why would he come to Su Yun’s small temple of only ten thousand viewers?

Before the viewers could react, this "Wealthy Idle Man" typed a line in the public chat.

The font was bold, enlarged, and golden; it was impossible to miss.

Wealthy Idle Man: “Interesting. That act just now was pretty good, quite realistic.”

This single sentence was like a bucket of cold water on the stream's excitement.

An act?

Such a dangerous scene where even the police showed up, and he called it acting?

The viewers weren't having it.

“Who is this guy? You think you're special just because you're rich?”

“Those were real police! Didn't you hear the sirens?”

“Exactly, Shen Qingzhu was terrified. Can you really act that out?”

“Don't talk trash if you don't know what you're saying, or Master Su might give you a reading too!”

Seeing the screen full of comments defending him, Su Yun didn't get angry.

He simply played with the pen in his hand, looking at the glittering golden ID with interest.

Interesting.

Is this someone here to challenge me?

Wealthy Idle Man clearly didn't care about the ordinary viewers as he continued sending conspicuous messages.

Wealthy Idle Man: “Sirens? You can find plenty of sound effect machines on Taobao for nine-point-nine yuan with free shipping.”

Wealthy Idle Man: “As for that female streamer, her crying was good, but these days, what kind of script won't people write just to get famous?”

Wealthy Idle Man: “Streamer, stop pretending and give me a price. How much did that script cost? I want to buy one to play with too.”

This was getting insulting.

Not only was he questioning Su Yun's ability, but he was also dismissing a life-and-death rescue as a cheap script.

Su Yun raised an eyebrow, about to snap back.

There was another "Boom" on the screen.

A massive rocket took off again.

[User 'Wealthy Idle Man' has sent Douyin No. 1 x1!]

Immediately after, another line of text floated by.

Wealthy Idle Man: “Don't be in a hurry to defend yourself. I'm not short on money. Set one up for me too, and let's see if you can convince me.”

Wealthy Idle Man: “If you can actually calculate something real, I'll drop a hundred of those gifts as a greeting gift.”

One hundred Douyin No. 1s!

That was a hundred thousand yuan!

The viewers in the stream all gasped.

Is this the world of the rich?

Using a hundred thousand yuan as a greeting gift?

Su Yun looked at the special effects, the smile on his lips deepening.

A fat sheep delivering itself to his door... why would he ever turn that away?

“Sure.”

Su Yun sat up straight and made a "please" gesture toward the camera.

“Since the boss is in such a good mood, let's have a chat.”

“But let me be clear upfront: I only tell fortunes, I don't write scripts.”

After saying that, he clicked the connection request next to the golden ID.

Connected.

The screen split in two.

In the right half, there was no high-tech streaming equipment. The background looked like an extremely luxuriously decorated living room.

European-style leather sofas, crystal chandeliers, and several oil paintings that looked incredibly expensive hung on the walls.

In the center of the frame sat a middle-aged man.

The man was about forty years old, overweight, with a round belly stretching his dark red silk pajamas tight.

He held a thick cigar in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other, looking at the camera with a playful expression.

He looked exactly like an old-fashioned landlord or a modern-day nouveau riche.

“Oh, you picked up pretty fast.”

The middle-aged man blew out a puff of smoke, the haze half-obscuring his face.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Qian Duoduo.”

“I do a bit of import-export business. I don't have many skills, I just have more money than I know what to do with.”

Qian Duoduo?

The name was certainly simple, blunt, and fitting.

Su Yun looked at him and nodded. “Boss Qian, a fine name. You certainly live up to it.”

“Cut the crap.”

Qian Duoduo waved his fat hand holding the cigar, the gold watch on his wrist gleaming under the bright lights.

“So you're a Master, huh? That show earlier was very entertaining. Even though I know it was fake, being able to fool so many 'leeks' shows you've got some brains.”

He pointed at the bullet chat area at the bottom of the screen with a look of disdain.

“But I'm someone who hates being treated like a fool.”

“Don't give me any of that pretentious nonsense.”

Qian Duoduo took a sip of red wine and leaned back, sinking into the soft sofa.

“Since you accepted my connection, we'll do things by your rules.”

“Fortune-telling, right?”

“Go ahead, give me a reading.”

Su Yun wasn't annoyed and maintained his smiling face. “What does Boss Qian want to calculate? Wealth? Or health?”

“Wealth?”

Qian Duoduo scoffed as if he had heard a joke.

“Master, look at my house, look at my watch.”

He shook his wrist, almost thrusting the gold watch into the camera.

“The thing I lack least in this life is money. I couldn't spend it all in several lifetimes. Why would I need a wealth reading?”

“As for health...”

He patted his round belly, making a loud slapping sound.

“I get a check-up twice a year. Aside from a bit of a fatty liver, I'm in top shape. I can eat and sleep just fine.”

This was the truth.

The fat man's face was ruddy and his voice was full of vigor; he clearly suffered from over-nutrition, but he indeed had no major illnesses.