Chapter 173 - The Live Broadcast
“Thank you,” Little Streamer said with a hint of gratitude.
No sooner had the words left her lips than Mr. Pink was on his way out. He didn't waver for a second, moved by pity to give her a small gift worth just 99 yuan. Little Streamer's face fell into a somber expression, helpless in her situation. Ms. Pink had her connections, but she was on her own.
Su Ming's brow creased slightly at the scene. Sure, Mr. Pink had more money than Little Streamer—that was his edge. But that didn't give him the right to belittle anyone. At least Little Streamer was a reliable driver.
“You really have it rough, Little Streamer,” Farming Expert commented.
“I've gotten used to it,” she replied with a weary sigh. “This is nothing. Some people don't even pay me for medical expenses.”
“Seeing how tough you have it, I'll lend you a hand,” Farming Expert offered.
“You're not drunk, are you?” she asked.
“Farming's a tough gig,” he mused. “Making a bit of money is never easy.”
Others in the chat couldn't resist poking fun at Su Ming's message. They thought he rarely tuned into live streams, had a low user level, and sported an old-fashioned username. Su Ming just chuckled inwardly. He took pride in his farming life, and he knew they'd be green with envy if they knew what he was growing.
After linking his bank card, Su Ming sent over a lavish gift that left everyone in the live stream room, including Little Streamer, utterly astonished. It was a 5,000-yuan present, only the second time she'd ever seen such generosity. The first was a few days prior when NO.1 fan, in a drunken mistake, sent the same gift.
“Did you have too much to drink as well?” NO.1 fan teased.
“Little Streamer isn't going to pay you back, even if it was a mistake!” he continued. “Are you out of your mind? Why not go to another stream and have a well-figured host dance for you? There goes your three acres of crops, I bet.”
It was clear he knew a thing or two about farming. The most one could hope to earn from three acres was 5,000 yuan. But Su Ming? He had sold a single fennel for a whopping 10 million yuan.
“Thank you for the gift, really, thank you!” Little Streamer expressed her gratitude.
“NO.1 fan, I've paid you back already,” she assured him.
“I gave you five thousand yuan, and you return just fifteen hundred?” NO.1 fan retorted.
Little Streamer lamented, “But I can only take away 30%.”
NO.1 fan retorted, “I don't want to hear it, just pay up! You have no idea how tough it is to lug bricks around.”
The chat went quiet in an instant.
Little Streamer's two supporters were a farmer and a bricklayer.
The place was steeped in the essence of rural life!
The viewers in another streamer's room were left in shock.
Especially Ms. Pink.
Her eyes popped wide open!
Mr. Pink was equally flabbergasted.
“This is hilarious!”
“Don't worry, Little Streamer. The opposition has no fight in them.”
“The two heavyweights on the other side are a construction worker and a farmer.”
“How does Little Streamer manage to draw in such a crowd of nobodies?”
Right then, Ms. Pink's stream was flooded with new comments.
These were from people who had just popped over to Little Streamer's broadcast to scope things out.
The comments brimmed with sarcasm and mockery.
Ms. Pink finally breathed a sigh of relief, then cooed, “My dear NO.1 fan, if you secure this win for me, I'll say yes to anything you want.”
NO.1 fan, who had been on the fence, perked up at her words.
He'd been pursuing Ms. Pink for ages without ever getting a chance to meet her in person.
Could this be his chance?
Poor Mr. Pink.
If he ever discovered that Ms. Pink was actually a fifty-year-old woman…
He'd surely pass out!
“Hmph! A farmer thinks he can strut around me?”
Mr. Pink barged into Little Streamer's broadcast and fired off a comment: “If you're a man, don't back down!”
After posting his taunt, Mr. Pink went back to Ms. Pink's stream and sent her a rocket!
Oh, the audacity!
Su Ming caught wind of it.
This was a challenge!
What, he thinks farmers are beneath him?
Su Ming thought, “Well, I'll just have to show him a farmer's strength!”
Without hesitation, Su Ming launched two more rockets!
Brilliant effects lit up the stream.
Mr. Pink was gobsmacked.
Are farmers really this formidable now?
“Big brother NO.1!”
Seeing defeat looming, Ms. Pink pleaded in her sweetest tone, “Please, I'm begging you, help me out! I've got plenty of moves up my sleeve…”
Mr. Pink was still on the fence.
But Ms. Pink's final words jolted him to action.
She was well-versed in many techniques…
Her intentions couldn't be clearer.
Determined to secure his own happiness, Mr. Pink was ready to go all out!
Besides, he was up against just a farmer. How much could a farmer possibly have in the bank?
Chances were, the farmer had already blown through his entire nest egg.
Mr. Pink sent out two more Air Force Ones!
But before he could bask in his glory, Su Ming countered with three of his own.
Now, Mr. Pink was at a complete loss.
“Top fan brother…” Ms. Pink began.
“Stop!”
Mr. Pink quickly cut her off, “No more, I'm out. This guy is too much to handle!”
Watching her top fan back down, Ms. Pink realized she had lost this round.
She had been so certain of her victory.
Yet, unexpectedly, a mere farmer had managed to propel the Little Streamer into the next round.
She couldn't fathom why the farmer would do such a thing.
With Mr. Pink conceding defeat, Ms. Pink had no choice but to follow suit.
Ultimately, out of three rounds, the Little Streamer clinched two.
Su Ming couldn't help but chuckle.
Then, something suddenly crossed his mind.
Rumor had it that many beauties in the streaming world hid behind beauty filters. In reality, they were far from attractive.
He had met the Little Streamer before and knew of her genuine allure.
But what about Ms. Pink?
Su Ming gave in to curiosity and took a closer look.
Oh my…
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