Chapter 208 The Number One Boss, Curry Version!

Facing the screen full of wails from the livestream room that hit where it hurt, Li Jiajun felt no waves in his heart.

He cleared his throat, trying to bring the derailed topic back on track. Facing the camera, he announced in an extremely solemn tone:

"No matter what, from today onwards, I will completely bid farewell to the past and start anew! I will absolutely never walk down the old path of being requisitioned again!"

He felt that this declaration was full of the tragic sense of burning one's boats, and should be able to gain the support and encouragement of the Netizens.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a bullet chat drifted across slowly, like a long, thin needle, piercing accurately into the center of his heart.

"Start anew? Starting anew is equal to returning to the starting point. But how do I remember that when you first started streaming, you were fooled by that 'A White Cloth on the Head'? That was the true starting point of everything! Isn't your 'starting anew' just returning to that starting point of being requisitioned?"

This bullet chat was like a key, instantly opening the floodgates of memory for all the old fans.

...

Li Jiajun looked at this bullet chat, his whole body freezing, eyes staring blankly.

'That's right...' This thought surfaced in his mind, 'If I start anew, isn't that just returning to the place where it all began?'

Before he could digest this heart-piercing realization, more bullet chats flooded in like a tide, as everyone enthusiastically began helping him recall that classic opening.

"Yeah, yeah, I remember back then Hassan started with 20 Super Rockets, instantly dazing the Streamer!"

"That's right! Back then, the Main Streamer's expression was like someone who'd never seen money before, looking like he was ready to sell his soul and dance!"

"Then he made a request, saying he wanted 'high efficiency, high quantity' drone toys."

"Hahaha, don't say it, I can still remember the Main Streamer's line back then: 'Ah? You're just asking about that? You're not asking me to do suggestive content?', that disappointed tone was simply peerless!"

...

Each bullet chat, like a movie playback, brought Li Jiajun back to that night that changed his fate.

He remembered.

He remembered everything.

At that time, he had just inherited this toy factory on the brink of bankruptcy. Facing unpaid wages and the expectant eyes of the Master Craftsmans, he had chosen livestreaming as a last resort.

During the first livestream, the number of people online was pitifully small, and the bullet chats were either teasing him or asking him to do something "colorful."

He showed off his modified 4WD cars and robots, only for one to hit a wall and fall apart, and the other to have a seizure on the spot. The entertainment effect was maxed out, but it was the opposite of his "high-end custom" vision.

Just as he was disheartened and prepared to risk it all by dancing for some tips, "A White Cloth on the Head" appeared.

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Twenty Super Rockets in a row, a huge sum totaling forty thousand yuan, smashed into his quiet livestream room like a divine punishment from the heavens.

He really thought he had met a legendary God-tier tycoon of a Top Supporter back then, thinking the other party had seen through his heart's readiness to do suggestive content and spent money just to watch a male Streamer dance.

He had even set his pose, his face showing a bashful yet expectant, coy expression.

In the end, the other party's light sentence, "Can you make drone toys? I have high requirements for efficiency and quantity," shattered all his illusions.

It was from that moment on that his life completely turned into a path he had never imagined.

Swarm Drones, stealth elderly joys, aircraft carrier Arresting Cables, gas canister rocket launchers, twin-tailed scorpion drones, to the robot dogs from a while ago...

Every time, he thought he was making civilian toys.

Every time, he was ruthlessly requisitioned.

Every time, he drifted further down the path of a "Militia General."

Now, he wanted to start anew, to use an alt account to be a new man, but... the Netizens told him that his starting point was a "pit."

A massive pit opened by a Middle East tycoon that led to the path of being requisitioned.

'So... I'm stuck with this for the rest of my life?'

Li Jiajun slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the joyful bullet chats on the screen, feeling like his life was a tragic loop being played back while everyone around him watched it as a comedy.

He was so heart-pierced that his eyes went blank, his heart filled with wordlessness, and he didn't even have the strength to complain about the Netizens anymore.

In the livestream room, the old fans were still enthusiastically performing "archaeology," while the new viewers were listening to these legends with great interest.

"So, the Main Streamer's history of making it big is actually a history of being deceived?"

"That's the truth! Every time, he's fooled by the Top Supporter!"

"So, with today's alt account restart, is another Top Supporter going to show up and history repeat itself?"

"Hahaha, looking forward to it! I've already brought my small stool!"

Looking at this bullet chat, Li Jiajun's mouth twitched.

'Again?'

'If another Top Supporter comes, I'll go straight through the network cable and hack his server!'

He thought viciously to himself.

However, as if to confirm the Netizens' jinx-like prophecy.

Just as he was so heart-pierced that he lost the will to live.

As if it were a replay of that day's scene.

"Buzz—"

A slight system notification sound rang out, covering the entire room.

Immediately following.

Gift special effects, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, began to frantically soar from the bottom of the screen!

The light shone so brightly that it almost completely covered the entire livestream video in an instant.

That momentum, that pomp, compared to the scene when Hassan first arrived, was... simply uncanny!

The bullet chats in the livestream room, which had been joyfully roasting him, instantly froze.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden, incredibly familiar repetition of history.

Li Jiajun also stared blankly at the screen full of gift effects, his mind completely blank.

A few seconds later, when everyone realized what had happened, the entire livestream room completely exploded.

"Holy crap!!!"

"Holy crap holy crap holy crap!!!"

"My god! It really happened?! Speak of the devil!"

"Oh my god! A divine prophecy! Has another God-tier tycoon of a Top Supporter arrived?"

"History has come full circle today!"

The Netizens shouted "holy crap," frantically venting their shock in the bullet chats.