35: Chapter 35 The Soaring PK Revenue

"What is this? Two people livestreaming together?"

"It seems to be a newly updated feature on Douyin called PK."

"What are they going to do?"

"I know these two! The one on the left is Lin Wanwan, and the one on the right is Meizi. Meizi was exposed for plagiarizing Lin Wanwan's song before!"

"Holy crap, talk about a small world!"

Seeing the bullet comments increasing...

Both of them simultaneously received a Douyin system notification in their backends: "Please confirm the punishment rules for this PK."

Below this system notification, there were some options prepared by Douyin in advance; if they couldn't think of any themselves, they could use these punishments.

Meizi spoke first, her voice sweet enough to drip honey, but every word carried a sting.

"Wanwan, I heard you're very popular, so let's set a simple punishment."

"Whoever loses will go to the other's livestream room and send ten Carnivals as a token of goodwill."

Ten Carnivals converted into a significant amount of money.

This sum was almost a fortune for an amateur streamer like Lin Wanwan, while for Meizi, it was just a matter of gritting her teeth.

Lin Wanwan remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"I don't want your Carnivals. Let's change it—whoever loses stays on the call during the livestream and does fifty squats while holding a chair in front of everyone, saying 'I am inferior to you' with every squat."

This was also one of the many punishments suggested by Douyin.

After Lin Wanwan finished speaking...

The bullet comments instantly exploded.

"Holy crap, that's way too ruthless!"

"Lin Wanwan looks so soft, but her methods are so cutthroat?"

"Ruthless? Was Meizi not ruthless when she plagiarized the song? This is called an eye for an eye."

"Support Wanwan! Meizi, do you accept or not?"

The smile on Meizi's face stiffened for half a second before she quickly masked it with a more confident grin.

"Fine, fifty it is."

"Then let's set the punishment rules for this PK right here. No backing out."

She quickly calculated in her mind.

The top donor who frequented her livestream could send large gifts at any time, and she had a trump card—she knew a domestic second-generation rich kid, Young Master He.

Previously...

He had casually gifted hundreds of thousands in several Douyu and Huya livestreams.

As long as he joined, what would a mere Lin Wanwan matter?

Both sides confirmed the PK punishment rules in the backend, then reset the PK; the previous time didn't count.

At this moment...

The first PK in livestreaming history officially began.

The countdown on the screen began to tick—five minutes remaining until the end of the PK.

The rhythm of the bullet comments changed instantly.

No longer back-and-forth banter, but one urge and shout after another.

Some people had already started sending gifts; although they were just small gifts worth a few yuan, the quantity continued to rise.

Lin Wanwan held her guitar, took a deep breath toward the camera, and then began to sing a line.

It was the song that had caused the feud between them.

Her fingers plucking the strings while she looked down were trembling slightly, but her voice was as clean as ever, not going out of tune due to nervousness.

The points on the PK bar began to jump.

Before the song was even finished, gifts from both sides started rolling in frantically. The gift bar tilted back and forth continuously, and the screen was filled with dazzling special effects.

However, the value of these gifts wasn't very high yet; it wasn't time for the explosion.

Meizi's side took the lead first. Her top donor sent several large gifts in a row, causing the PK bar to lurch a huge distance to the right, leaving Lin Wanwan's side trailing behind instantly.

Lin Wanwan also started doing chair squats according to the rules.

"Go Wanwan! We can't let Meizi bully you!"

"Holding a chair for squats is too harsh. How can Wanwan carry it when she's so thin?"

"Go, go, go! Let's get the gifts moving."

Scattered gifts began to float in the bullet comments: small hearts worth a few yuan, small cakes worth a dozen; fans piled them up one by one.

Meizi's side was not to be outdone. Her fan base was already active, and just two minutes into the countdown, the points bar had already risen to several thousand.

After a few squats, beads of sweat appeared on Lin Wanwan's face, and she looked a bit at a loss toward the camera.

She wasn't very good at soliciting votes, only saying, "Um, everyone, just do whatever you want, don't force it," before continuing her punishment.

Just as Meizi's fans were celebrating victory in the comments, an ID lit up.

Qian Yuan.

He didn't post any comments; he simply opened the gift menu, selected the most expensive gift, entered the quantity, and clicked send.

Ten Carnivals.

The gift special effects on the screen exploded in a full-scale bombardment.

Right before everyone's eyes, the PK bar swung violently to the left.

The bullet comments in Meizi's livestream were stunned into a brief pause by this move, then turned into a sea of question marks in unison.

"Ten Carnivals? Who is this powerhouse!"

"Qian Yuan! It's the one who's been gifting Castles in Lin Wanwan's livestream!"

"The big boss really showed up!"

Qian Yuan leaned back on the sofa, his finger hovering over the screen, still tapping on gifts.

Just as his father said, money is just paper; it only has meaning when burned correctly at the critical moment.

Meizi's fans were not to be outdone either.

Her top donor sent twenty Carnivals in one go, and the points bar caught up again.

The two sides engaged in a tug-of-war on the screen, with the points alternating in the lead. The bullet comments flowed so fast that faces were completely obscured.

Lin Wanwan sat on her chair panting. When she looked down at the screen, she noticed Qian Yuan's ID light up again.

Another thirty Carnivals.

Meizi's points began to fall behind.

Her top donor posted "I need a breather" in the comments and then went silent.

Meizi got anxious, shouted "Hold on a second, guys" to the camera, and then pulled out another phone to scroll through her contacts.

"Hello? Brother He? Are you there? This is an emergency! I'm in a PK on Douyin, can you come help me out?"

"Douyin? What's a PK? Send me the link..."

A moment later...

Over a million worth of gifts were sent instantly.

"If you want to win, you have to win completely. What's the point of such small tips?"

At the same time, a sentence from this second-generation rich kid appeared in Meizi's bullet comments.

Just when everyone thought the winner was about to be decided...

The next moment...

Two million worth of gifts were instantly sent in Lin Wanwan's livestream room!

"Indeed, if you want to win, you have to win completely."

And the nickname of the person who sent these gifts was Si Cong.

"Holy crap, Si Cong is here too?"

"I've heard of that Young Master He on the other side; he seems to be a second-generation rich kid, but compared to Si Cong, he's absolutely nothing."

"Someone turn off the gift effects, I can't even see the bullet comments anymore!"

Si Cong had come across Lin Wanwan's videos before. While browsing Douyin today, he was recommended this livestream room. After watching for a while, he also got caught up in the excitement and joined the fray.

And at this moment...

The revenue for this livestream had already exceeded three million. Keep in mind, it had only been two minutes since they started the PK!

Livestream PKs had never appeared before, so this PK quickly made the big donors on both sides get carried away.

Meanwhile...

Because Douyin was pushing traffic with all its might, the total number of people in both livestream rooms had exceeded five hundred thousand!

Most of these users were on Lin Wanwan's side, knowing about the previous plagiarism incident.

Thus, many ordinary users also tipped in Lin Wanwan's livestream room. Although the amounts weren't much—only a few hundred or thousand—they still added up to something quite staggering. The revenue of this livestream was still skyrocketing!