129: Chapter 129 Comparing Wealth to Super Rich People? I'll Just Buy the Entire Live Streaming Platform
A sudden, inexplicable panic washed over him.
This "Young Master Qin" hadn't even sent a single gift, yet he posted a barrage comment.
The font was a unique, pure black, exuding an aloofness from on high.
"That guy named Long Aotian just now—he's quite jumpy, isn't he?"
With just this one sentence, the entire barrage area went silent for two seconds before erupting into even more frantic sycophantic comments.
Li Si swallowed hard, his fingers freezing on the keyboard.
He suddenly realized that his alt account had also been muted.
Not only was he muted, but the typing box had turned gray.
"Damn it… This is rigged! This is absolutely rigged!"
He tugged at his already messy hair in frustration.
At Half-Mountain Manor, Qin Yuan leaned back on the sofa, watching the screen filled with barrage comments, and yawned.
"Boring."
He tossed the tablet aside, reached for his custom phone on the table, and dialed a number.
The phone was answered before it had even rung half a time.
"Qin… Young Master Qin! How do you have the time to call me personally?"
On the other end of the line, the Shark Platform CEO's voice trembled like a sieve; one could practically smell the sycophancy through the screen.
"Five minutes."
Qin Yuan's voice was languid, devoid of any emotion.
"I want your platform to issue a site-wide announcement."
"Yes, yes, yes! As you command! Even if it's to ban a top-tier streamer, I'll get it done immediately!"
"No need for such trouble."
Qin Yuan picked up the iced water beside him and took a sip.
"Just say that the Shark Live Platform has been acquired in full by the Qin Group."
The other end of the line fell into a silence that lasted for ten seconds.
All that could be heard was a sharp intake of breath and the crisp sound of a teacup shattering on the floor.
"Qin… Young Master Qin… You must be… joking, right?"
"Do I look like the kind of person who has time to joke with you?"
Qin Yuan hung up.
Time ticked by, second by second.
In the rental apartment, Li Si was still frantically reinstalling his browser, cursing under his breath.
"This crappy platform, once my system is restored, I'll use money to smash you admins to death!"
The fifth minute.
His computer screen suddenly flickered.
The livestream feed disappeared.
In its place was an official announcement in black text on a white background.
[Notice to All Shark Platform Users]
[Effective immediately, the Shark Live Platform has been acquired in full by the Jiangzhong Qin Group. The platform will undergo a one-week self-inspection regarding taxes and anti-money laundering...]
"Acquired… in full?!"
Li Si's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
He stared fixedly at those words, feeling as if his brain had been struck by a heavy hammer.
A full acquisition of a livestreaming platform with a market value of ten billion?
Just to ban his single account?!
Is this guy even human?!
"I don't believe it! This is fake! This must be a Photoshop edit!"
He stood up abruptly and kicked over the trash can beside him.
Stinky instant noodle broth spilled all over the floor.
"System! System, get out here right now!"
Just as he was pacing around the dozen-square-meter room like a madman.
"Bang!"
A loud noise.
That already rickety anti-theft door was kicked out of shape from the outside; the hinges let out an unbearable creak, and it crashed down.
Li Si was so scared that the finger clicking the mouse nearly cramped up.
"Lag… it must be a fucking network lag!"
He shivered, retreating repeatedly until his back slammed hard against the moldy wall.
The corridor outside was packed with a dark mass of people.
All of them were burly men in black suits and sunglasses.
Leading them was a middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit with a dragon tattoo winding over his shoulder.
Big Brother Wang Hu.
He chewed gum, looking at Li Si cowering in the corner as if he were looking at a dead man.
"Who… who are you?! Breaking into a private residence is illegal! I… I'm calling the police!"
Li Si was trembling all over, his voice wavering.
Big Brother Wang Hu didn't speak.
He strode into the room, cast a look of disgust at the trash covering the floor, then reached out and grabbed Li Si's yellow hair like he was snatching a chick.
"Ah! It hurts, it hurts! Let go!"
Li Si screamed, his hands flailing and grabbing at Big Brother Wang Hu's arm.
Big Brother Wang Hu let out a cold snort and flipped his wrist.
He directly slammed Li Si's face into the unfinished instant noodle bucket, which had a layer of red oil floating on top!
"Glug, glug…"
The boiling hot broth choked his nasal cavity, and Li Si struggled painfully, kicking his limbs about.
Big Brother Wang Hu's strength was terrifyingly great; there was no way to break free.
Only when Li Si was about to suffocate did Big Brother Wang Hu yank him up.
Li Si's face was covered in oil stains and noodles, snot and tears smeared everywhere, and he lay on the floor coughing frantically.
"Cough… cough… cough… help…"
Big Brother Wang Hu took a neatly folded A4 paper from his pocket.
He crouched down and, with a slap, plastered the paper onto Li Si's face.
"Open your dog eyes and look clearly."
Li Si squinted through his oil-smeared eyes, using the dim light.
That was… a copy of a share transfer agreement.
Acquirer: The Qin Group.
"Competing with Young Master Qin in wealth?"
Big Brother Wang Hu reached out and patted Li Si's oil-slicked cheek, making a crisp sound.
He stood up, looking down at this so-called "Divine Tycoon."
"What kind of thing do you think you are?"
...
Half-Mountain Manor.
Qin Yuan leaned back on the sofa, holding the tablet in his hand.
Beside him, Gu Qianqian was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, munching on potato chips with a crunching sound.
"Boss, Young Master Qin has even bought the machine that prints money."