Chapter 175 - Pitiful President Chen
The showdown is about to kick off!
After successfully connecting, both sides quickly exchanged courteous greetings.
Following tradition, the top sponsor from the opposing side dropped by Little Streamer's live broadcast.
ID: Financial Tycoon Mr. Chen
“Sorry, Little Streamer, but we clinched this round.”
Mr. Chen posted a bullet comment and generously threw in five “treasure maps.”
President Chen topped the big streamers' sponsorship leaderboard.
His generosity was unmatched.
“What a coincidence!”
Su Ming chuckled upon seeing President Chen's bullet comment and fired back with one of his own: “Apologies, but Little Streamer took this round.”
He then hopped into the rival stream and gifted five treasure maps.
“Farming Expert?”
Mr. Chen scrutinized Su Ming's ID.
Where did this impulsive fellow spring from?
Farming Expert?
In his circle, only one person bore that title!
The rest were nobodies!
Mr. Chen let out a scoff after witnessing the Farming Expert's reciprocal gesture.
He was determined to outdo this “Farming Expert.”
Without hesitation, Mr. Chen sent over three “Air Force Ones”!
Su Ming countered with five.
Mr. Chen, witnessing Su Ming's lavishness, refused to back down.
He quickly upped the ante with six more!
Su Ming responded with eight!
The fierce competition between the two sent the audience into a frenzy.
“Farming Expert vs. Financial Tycoon Mr. Chen!”
“It's a clash between the working class and the bourgeoisie!”
“Seems like someone's been studying their philosophy.”
The stream of bullet comments grew.
Both streamers were dumbfounded.
They neglected to thank their generous benefactors or offer any pleasantries.
Was the live broadcast duel always this intense?
They had never faced such a scenario before.
What expression should they wear now?
What words should they speak?
How could they express their gratitude to these two?
They were at a loss for words. Yet, neither Mr. Chen nor Su Ming wished to cease. As one gifted, the other reciprocated, creating a buzz of activity.
Mr. Chen mused, “Are farmers really this wealthy these days?”
Farming Expert sent eight!
The items were worth a whopping forty thousand yuan!
Surely, that money would be better spent on some tasty treats.
Financial Tycoon Mr. Chen stepped into Little Streamer's live broadcast room.
He addressed the Farming Expert, “Making money from farming isn't easy. Wouldn't it be better to save your earnings for some tasty treats?”
Mr. Chen dropped a bullet comment.
“I've just offloaded some space-hogging diamonds. Now, I'm swimming in cash I can't possibly spend.”
Su Ming replied to Mr. Chen with a bullet comment of his own.
“Is generosity a common trait among farmers these days?”
“What a revelation! He's actually complaining about diamonds taking up too much space?”
“The Farming Expert really knows how to talk big!”
“If diamonds are such a bother to you, feel free to pass them my way.”
“Even though I suspect you're all talk, I can't seem to debunk your claim.”
“I wasn't quick enough to dodge that one.”
“Watch out, Mr. Chen!”
After much contemplation, Mr. Chen, the financial magnate, sensed that something was amiss.
The Farming Expert claimed he had more money than he could spend.
And he had sold off diamonds, too.
The Farming Expert…
Mr. Chen ran his fingers through his hair.
A sudden realization struck him!
Could it be…
Mr. Su?
Mr. Chen was taken aback.
Who else could the Farming Expert be, if not Mr. Su?
“Mr. Su, is it you?”
Mr. Chen messaged the Farming Expert, probing for confirmation.
Su Ming read Mr. Chen's message.
How on earth did this man know his last name?
Financial Tycoon Mr. Chen…
Could this be President Chen?
Su Ming was convinced he was right.
To think that a bank president would join a live stream for fun, even adopting such a quirky alias.
“Enjoying the fennel flavor, Boss Chen?”
Su Ming teased with a bullet comment.
President Chen was floored.
It was indeed Mr. Su!
He must be out of his mind, daring to challenge Mr. Su!
This was a death wish!
“Mr. Su, my apologies!” President Chen hastily sent a bullet comment.
He then quietly retreated to his original live stream, conceding, “We surrender!”
“Mr. Chen actually threw in the towel!”
“What just happened?”
“Don't lose your head, Mr. Chen.”
Wind Zither was equally bewildered.
Boss Chen, her new fan of just two weeks, was both wealthy and magnanimous.
Every bigwig had their own set of demands, but Boss Chen was simple: he just loved to hear her sing. And when it came to spending money on her, Boss Chen was never tight-fisted. Reflecting on his username, she realized he could indeed be a heavyweight in the finance industry. But how could someone of his stature ever concede defeat?
“What's the matter, Boss Chen?” the host inquired.
“Just drop it, we're no match for the Farming Expert!” President Chen swiftly posted a bullet comment: “Everyone stop sending gifts, stop the competition. I concede this round!”
“Can even a financial titan not measure up to a farmer?”
“Is farming really that trendy now?”
“After 20 years of my mom insisting I leave farming for an office job, I'm suddenly filled with regret.”
“I'm considering taking up farming myself!”
President Chen mopped the sweat from his brow and made his way back to Little Streamer's live stream.
“Hello, Little Streamer. I've made up my mind to be your fan from here on out.” Following this declaration, Financial Tycoon Mr. Chen updated his username to Weeding Expert Chen Xiao'er.
The crowd was taken aback by President Chen's sycophancy. Yet, the more he behaved like this, the more intrigued they became about the real identity of the Farming Expert. Their interactions suggested a familiarity. Moreover, President Chen's immediate username change implied that the Farming Expert was genuinely into farming.
Have farmers become this formidable?
Wind Zither watched with a heavy heart as Boss Chen, her patron, walked away. She was deeply upset but powerless; she couldn't dictate Boss Chen's actions. Nonetheless, her mind was now brimming with curiosity. Who exactly was this Farming Expert? Had farming become so alluring? Maybe she should consider streaming her farming activities.
“Mr. Su, I'll take it from here. I assure you, I'll make sure Little Streamer clinches the title!” President Chen hastily sent out a message, his nerves frayed. He had just been vying with Mr. Su. On reflection, he felt like giving himself a few good slaps. Mr. Su surely had plenty more treasures. If this incident caused Mr. Su to withhold those treasures out of anger, no amount of damage control would suffice. The regret was overwhelming.
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