125: Chapter 125: The viewers who were misled have all come to apologize! Followers surpass 50 million!

Once these two official announcements were released, the entire internet exploded.

The top ten trending topics on the search list were reshuffled frantically, as if riding a rocket.

The original trending topics like "Boycott Su Yun" and "Su Yun the Miser" were directly suppressed by the immense popularity of the official announcements.

#Zhao Yicheng Arrested# #Dark Secrets of the Red Heart Charity Association# #Just How Divine Is Su Yun#

These three topics directly occupied the top three spots on the trending list, each followed by a deep red "Explosive" tag.

Major social media platforms acted extremely quickly.

Those marketing accounts and internet trolls that had been frantically setting the narrative and publishing articles to smear Su Yun faced immediate annihilation.

In just ten minutes, all major platforms across the internet acted in unison, permanently banning these accounts in batches on the grounds of "spreading rumors" and "maliciously inciting conflict."

Su Yun clicked on a few of the big influencer accounts that had insulted him the most severely before.

The pages had all turned into gray error messages.

"This account is suspected of violating regulations and has been suspended."

This slap in the face came too fast and too hard.

The spectators across the entire internet were stunned.

Under Su Yun's social media account, the tone changed drastically.

Netizens who had previously been misled by the trolls were now lining up in the comment section to apologize.

"Master, I was wrong! I have a foul mouth, I kowtow to you!"

"So Master Su had long seen through that Zhao Yicheng was a corrupt criminal! No wonder he refused to donate money to them no matter what!"

"How is this being a miser? This is clearly being clear-headed in a chaotic world!"

"He threw five million in real money directly into the Foundation he established himself; this execution is absolutely amazing!"

"Master Su is awesome! From now on, when I donate money, I only recognize the Tianji Charity Foundation!"

Comments in the section were refreshing at a rate of tens of thousands per second.

Major influencers also moved at the news, rushing over to ride the wave of popularity and pledge their loyalty.

Shen Qingzhu was the first to rush to the comment section to leave a message: "Always supporting Master Su! From now on, I will also donate a portion of my live streaming revenue to the Tianji Foundation!"

Chen Xinyi followed closely behind: "Master Su, I will have my finance department transfer two million to the Foundation tomorrow as a token of my support."

Even the people Su Yun had previously saved, the male college student Zhang Wei, Lin Moli, and Zhao Xiaobei, all rushed over to like and repost.

Su Yun refreshed his personal homepage.

In the follower count column, the numbers were jumping frantically.

Forty-eight million... Forty-nine million... Stop!

It broke through the fifty-million mark directly!

This rate of gaining followers was simply absurd.

In the entire metaphysics circle, and even the entire live streaming platform, Su Yun was now the undisputed top-tier celebrity.

No one dared to question him even half a sentence anymore.

Su Yun turned off his phone and stretched.

This move was solid.

Zhao Yicheng was in, the haters were banned, and his reputation was firmly established.

Next, it was time to get down to business and earn some merit.

At 5:30 PM, Su Yun walked into the spare bedroom specifically used for live streaming.

The room had undergone a huge transformation.

The rosewood screen he bought just yesterday stood behind him, with a valuable ink wash Taiji painting hanging on it.

It was antique and stylish, with the level of sophistication maxed out.

A full set of top-tier live streaming equipment was arranged on the desk.

Su Yun pulled over his gaming chair and sat down.

He reached out and pressed the switch for the fill light.

The warm white light hit his face, making him look energetic and spirited.

He adjusted the angle of the microphone and tested the camera's focal length.

The image was incredibly clear.

Everything was ready.

At exactly 6:00 PM, the wall clock just chimed.

Su Yun gripped the mouse, aiming the arrow at the green "Start Live Stream" button in the center of the screen.

He clicked with his index finger, and the live stream started.

And the moment the live stream screen lit up, Su Yun was almost disconnected by the dense barrage of comments.

The number of online viewers in the top right corner was jumping frantically.

Five million.

A full five million people were online simultaneously.

This data was quite explosive even in the entire live streaming industry.

The screen was filled with comments scrolling by so fast that one couldn't tell who was who, only seeing a colorful torrent of text.

"Congratulations to Master Su on the successful establishment of the Foundation!"

"Master Su is awesome! Five million in real money, donated just like that!"

"That Zhao Yicheng getting arrested is truly gratifying; Master Su's move was so satisfying!"

"From now on, if anyone dares to call Master Su a miser, I'll be the first to go up and roast them!"

"This is a truly positive energy streamer, followed!"

Su Yun looked at the screen, his lips curling slightly upward.

This was the will of the people.

The higher those haters had jumped before, the harder these fans were now praising him.

He cleared his throat and said into the microphone: "Good evening, everyone."

"Let's cut to the chase without further ado."

"Same old rules, three readings tonight."

Su Yun paused and pointed to the screen behind him and the photocopy of the business license hanging on it.

"Since the Foundation has been established, we need to set the rules."

"From today on, all donation revenue from my live stream, after deducting platform commission and taxes, will be automatically transferred in full to the public account of the Tianji Charity Foundation."

"The whereabouts of every single cent can be checked in real-time on the Foundation's official website."

As soon as these words were spoken, the comments exploded again.

"Holy crap! All donated? Master Su, don't you need to eat?"

"This level of vision is just on another level!"

"Other influencers can't wait to empty their fans' pockets, but Master Su is doing charity!"

"I've gone from a passerby to a fan; I admire this boldness!"

Su Yun waved his hand, looking calm.

"Alright, stop spamming the screen, let's get to work."

"First reading, Lucky Bag lottery."

"The fee is two thousand; those who want a reading, try your luck."

Su Yun skillfully set the Lucky Bag parameters and clicked send.

A red Lucky Bag icon appeared on the screen with a one-minute countdown.

The two-thousand-yuan fee wasn't low, but it couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the netizens at all.

Who didn't know by now that grabbing a Lucky Bag from Su Yun was equivalent to getting an admission ticket to change one's fate?

Even if you didn't get a reading, just showing your face would earn you enough followers to make back the fee.

The countdown ended.

The Lucky Bag opened.

A system prompt popped up: "Congratulations to user Pan'er Lai for grabbing the Lucky Bag."

Su Yun raised an eyebrow.

This name, at first glance, belonged to someone with a story.

Pan'er Lai? She must be crazy about wanting a child.

Su Yun clicked the request to connect directly.

After two beeps, the video connected.

The screen flashed, and an extremely luxurious background appeared.

A high-ceilinged living room, a brilliant crystal chandelier, and expensive-looking oil paintings hanging on the wall.

Even the corner of the sofa visible at the edge of the video was high-quality imported genuine leather.

A woman sat in front of the camera.

She looked to be about thirty-five or thirty-six, extremely well-maintained, with fair and delicate skin, and almost no wrinkles on her face.

She was wearing a wine-red silk pajama set, her hair casually tied behind her head, and her whole demeanor exuded a lazy, aristocratic air.

But this aristocratic air could not hide the sorrow between her brows.

That kind of anxiety and exhaustion could not be covered by even the most expensive skincare products.