4: Chapter 4 Wang Dahai was scared away! Another female anchor has arrived!

Fear surged like a tide, instantly drowning the last of Wang Dahai's sanity.

His hands began to shake violently, and he couldn't even hold onto that priceless purple clay teapot anymore.

With a "clatter."

The teapot fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.

But no one cared about the teapot right now; everyone was staring at Wang Dahai on the screen.

His face could no longer be described as pale; it was practically ashen.

Sweat streamed down his fleshy cheeks.

"You, you..."

Wang Dahai pointed at the screen, his lips trembling so much that he couldn't get a full sentence out for a long time.

The arrogance in his eyes had long since vanished to the nine heavens, replaced by endless terror.

Aside from shivering, there was nothing else he could do.

The livestream chat completely exploded.

This reaction was incredible!

Even a Best Actor winner couldn't act out such realistic fear!

"Holy crap! This big brother is not right!"

"If there's no ghost involved in this, I'll wash my hair while doing a handstand on stream!"

"The more you think about it, the scarier it gets, brothers. Under the floor... there couldn't really be someone, right?"

"The streamer is awesome! This is a true master!"

"Call the police! Hurry and call the police! This is definitely a massive scoop!"

Looking at the screen full of comments, Wang Dahai finally snapped out of it.

Run!

He couldn't say another word!

If he kept talking, this kid would strip him down to his underwear!

He lunged forward, wanting to shut down the video connection.

Because his hands were shaking so badly, he didn't even hit the red hang-up button on the first try.

"Boss Wang, don't let your hands shake."

Su Yun's voice drifted over like a ghost, tinged with a bit of playfulness.

"What? Don't want to check your wealth fortune anymore?"

"I see that your glabella is turning dark; I'm afraid this wealth fortune is about to turn into misfortune."

"Leaving already? Aren't you going to dig it up to prove your innocence?"

"Get lost! Get the hell away from me!"

Wang Dahai roared hysterically, his voice cracking.

Finally, his finger poked the hang-up button.

"Beep!"

The screen went black, and the connection was severed.

Wang Dahai's terrified, distorted face disappeared with it.

Only Su Yun remained, still sitting calmly on that broken chair.

He picked up his plastic water cup that cost a few yuan, gently blew on the steam, his expression indifferent.

The livestream fell into a brief, dead silence. No one sent any comments; everyone was still reeling from that heart-pounding scene.

After a full five or six seconds, the comments exploded like a bursting dam.

The screen was filled with question marks.

“?????”

“?????”

"Holy crap???"

"He just ran? He definitely has a guilty conscience!"

"This is the definition of having a guilty heart!"

"Streamer, was everything you said just now true? Is there really someone under that floor?"

"I have a feeling tomorrow's news headlines are set!"

...

The comments in the livestream were still scrolling frantically.

That scene just now was too explosive. Although Wang Dahai had fled, that behavior of a thief with a guilty conscience was something anyone who wasn't blind could see was problematic.

"Streamer, did you really see something just now?"

"Don't scare me, I'm home alone right now and I don't even dare to put my feet on the floor."

"I looked up that Wang Dahai, he really is a big boss in Jiangcheng! If this is true, it's a shocking case!"

"I bet it's a script! Nowadays, what kind of low-down tricks won't influencers use to get famous?"

"Right, right, it's definitely a script! That fat guy's acting was too exaggerated. One star!"

There were still plenty of voices of doubt.

After all, across an internet connection, no one knew if the other side was just acting.

Su Yun didn't explain either.

With this kind of thing, the more you try to explain, the messier it gets. Once the police report comes out, it'll be more powerful than any explanation.

Right at that moment, the popularity of the livestream suddenly began to soar abnormally.

Because of the Wang Dahai incident, the number of online viewers had already risen to five or six hundred, but now it was suddenly like it was on a rocket, shooting up.

One thousand.

Two thousand.

Five thousand!

The surge in data even made Su Yun pause for a moment.

What's the situation?

I didn't buy any traffic?

...

At this very moment, in another livestream room on the Douyin platform.

Shen Qingzhu was sitting cross-legged in a gaming chair, wearing a pink little dinosaur pajama set and cat-ear headphones, looking so cute one would want to give her a squeeze.

But the words coming out of her mouth weren't cute at all.

"Brothers, you've been spamming the chat saying there's a fortune-telling streamer who's particularly arrogant?"

Shen Qingzhu munched on potato chips while scrolling her mouse, clicking into Su Yun's livestream.

When she saw the A4 paper stuck to the wall behind Su Yun and those two lines of wild cursive written with a marker, she couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing with a "pfft."

Potato chip crumbs sprayed all over her keyboard.

"Oh my god, I can't, this is killing me."

Shen Qingzhu slapped the table, laughing so hard she was shaking.

"One thousand per reading? Money back if it's not accurate?"

"Are scammers so perfunctory these days? They can't even be bothered to set up a decent background wall? Was this A4 paper just stolen from a printer?"

She pointed at Su Yun's calm face on the screen and spoke to her millions of fans.

"Brothers, today we're going to do a live fraud-busting."

"That Wang Dahai person from just now, I heard you guys mention him. He's obviously a hired actor; his acting was way too over the top."

"I'll take down every single one of these charlatans who rely on scripts for hype!"

As she spoke, Shen Qingzhu moved her mouse to the "Apply for Connection" button.

Her eyes were full of mockery and amusement.

Her expression was like a cat that had spotted a mouse and was ready to have some fun with it.

"Come on, let me see just how much weight this 'master' actually carries."

...

On Su Yun's side.

A connection request popped up on the screen.

[Streamer 'Pure Little Qingzhu' is requesting a video connection with you.]

The corner of Su Yun's mouth curled up slightly.

Traffic delivered to his doorstep—it would be a waste not to take it.

He clicked accept, and the screen split in two.

On the left was Su Yun's dim and simple rental room, along with his slightly pale but still handsome face.

On the right was a professional livestream room with brilliant lighting and pink decor, where Shen Qingzhu's exquisite face appeared on camera.

"Oh, hello there, Master."

Shen Qingzhu spoke first, her voice sickeningly sweet, but the mockery in her tone was impossible to hide.

She rested her chin on one hand, blinking her big eyes as she looked at Su Yun.

"I heard you just scared off a big boss? So impressive."

"That script was well-written. How much did you pay for that actor? Could you introduce him to me too?"

She went straight for the jugular right from the start.

Su Yun wasn't annoyed.

He picked up his cheap plastic water cup and took a slow sip of plain water.

To Shen Qingzhu, this action was just posturing.

Pure posturing.

"Why aren't you talking, Master?"

Shen Qingzhu said with a giggle, "Is it because I saw through you and you're embarrassed?"

"It's okay, everyone's just trying to make a living, I can understand."

"But isn't your pricing a bit too high? One thousand per reading? Are you treating your viewers like leeks to be harvested?"