Chapter 470 - 234: Good night, Mom. See you tomorrow.

Chapter 470: Chapter 234: Good night, Mom. See you tomorrow.

"May the Buddha bless my stream and make it go smoothly..."

Xie Yuan was speechless as he stared at the cybernetic Buddha statue, its interior flashing with neon lights.

’This must be the kind of Buddha streamers pray to,’ Xie Yuan thought. ’But since when did this kid start praying?’

"Did you get this specifically to bless your stream?"

"Yeah, cool, right?"

Wang Yibing said with a grin,

"I’m also planning on getting a statue of Guan Gong, and I’ll go to church this weekend. I’ll pray to everything I can. One of them has to have my back."

"...You’re so insincere. I doubt any of them will give a damn about you."

「Day Three.」

After opening the stream, in addition to the low traffic and hordes of paid trolls, they were now plagued by "Brother Oatmeals."

"Brother Oatmeals" were spammers who relentlessly posted links to porn sites and adult-content WeChat accounts.

Wang Yibing couldn’t ban them fast enough. But, having learned his lesson from the past two days, he didn’t dare talk back to the chat.

A moment later, a notification appeared: "Due to a violation of platform regulations, this stream has been suspended for 48 hours."

"How the fuck did I violate any regulations?"

Wang Yibing slammed his fist on the table. Furious, he immediately contacted an admin. The reason he was given for the suspension was that there were too many "Brother Oatmeals," which created a negative viewing experience.

"What do the spammers have to do with me? That’s the platform’s own failure to moderate! It’s not like I’m the one selling porn!"

The appeal was useless. This was obviously a targeted attack.

Wang Yibing and Xie Yuan exchanged a look, completely deflated.

"Fine, I give up. You can’t fight the powers that be."

Xie Yuan nodded.

Wang Yibing dialed the number from two days ago. A smug, theatrical voice answered, full of amusement.

"Who is this?"

’He’s just pretending...’

Wang Yibing forced down his anger.

"Big Bro Bi, it’s me, Ah Bing. My username is ’Young Ah Bing’."

"Oh, it’s you. What’s up?"

"About the stream..."

"Wait, I’m busy. Call me back in an hour..." The line went dead.

Listening to the dial tone, Xie Yuan’s expression soured.

With a dark expression, Wang Yibing waited an hour before calling again, only to find the line wouldn’t connect.

"Fuck!"

An hour after that, Wang Yibing tried calling twice more before the call finally connected.

"Big Bro Bi! It’s Ah Bing. Are you busy?"

"Go ahead," a lazy voice came through.

"I’m still very willing to join your company..."

Wang Yibing forced out a long, sincere-sounding spiel.

Big Bro Bi chuckled softly.

"What did I tell you two days ago?"

"Huh?"

Wang Yibing didn’t understand what he meant.

"I told you I was busy, and that my patience is limited. I said that in a couple of days, the terms might not be as good. Remember?"

Big Bro Bi said softly.

Wang Yibing grew nervous.

"Are you saying you won’t sign me anymore?"

"Sign you? Of course I’ll sign you! Especially since you’re being so sincere. It’s just that the terms have to change a little. Ninety percent of all gifts and stream revenue will go to the company. As for promoting your channel... that’ll happen. Eventually."

A vein throbbed on Wang Yibing’s forehead. He took a deep breath.

"As long as I join your company, my channel will be restored, right?"

"As for promotion, you’ll—have—to—wait. Do you not understand what I’m saying?"

"...I agree."

Wang Yibing fell silent for a moment before agreeing.

’If I don’t agree, I get zero. If I agree, I don’t know how much I’ll get, but at least it’s something.’

"Oh, perhaps I wasn’t clear. This ninety percent includes your entire payout for next month’s settlement. That means it includes the gifts you’ve received over the last few days."

Unrestrained laughter came from the other end of the line.

Wang Yibing froze, his voice trembling.

"Big Bro Bi, that’s from when I was streaming on my own! It has nothing to do with your company, does it?"

"Watch your tone. All of that was traffic you stole from us! But since we’ll be one big family soon, let’s not dwell on it. Consider this your pledge of fealty. I’ll let bygones be bygones."

"...Let me think about it."

Wang Yibing hung up the phone and roared,

"Fuck! That fucking asshole."

Xie Yuan patted Wang Yibing on the shoulder.

"What do you want to do next?"

Wang Yibing found the question a bit odd, but didn’t dwell on it. He silently scrolled through his channel’s backend statistics. After a moment, he steeled his resolve.

"I’m screwed if I agree, and I’m screwed if I don’t. The hell with it, I’ll just abandon this account! When the payout comes through next month, these gifts will be worth over a hundred thousand yuan. I’ll withdraw it all, and you can take it. It should take some of the pressure off you!"

"But this is the career you worked so hard to build..."

Xie Yuan said gravely.

Wang Yibing shook his head.

"It doesn’t matter. Things are already this bad. Worst-case scenario, I’ll go back to being a delivery driver. I won’t starve. Fuck, I’m going to ask if I can withdraw it right now..."

He immediately contacted support and an admin, then stared at the screen, stunned.

"The platform has detected suspicious activity and potential violations in your recent streams. Your gift revenue may be subject to confiscation pending review. Please wait."

"Admin, don’t scare me. What rule did I violate?"

The admin didn’t type anything back. Instead, he sent a screenshot of a chat log.

"Big Bro Bi: This kid cursed me and didn’t mute his mic. He did it on purpose. Don’t leave him a single cent."

Then, the admin typed another message.

Admin: Pissing off Big Bro B is a violation.

The message flashed on the screen for an instant before the admin retracted it.

Xie Yuan and Wang Yibing fell completely silent.

"That’s illegal, isn’t it?"

Xie Yuan said softly.

Wang Yibing laughed bitterly.

"It is. But do we have the time and energy to fight a lawsuit against Kuaidou’s legal department? Could we even win?"

Xie Yuan said, a strange look on his face,

"This Big Bro Bi is a real tyrant. He acts like a local despot."

"Tell me about it. His influencer dog wasn’t on a leash during one of his streams and mauled a little girl in his neighborhood. It was a huge incident... but he just swept it under the rug. The apartments in his complex cost over a hundred thousand yuan per square meter. What kind of people do you think live there? And they still can’t touch him. I heard his dog is never on a leash. It’s a classic case of a dog acting as arrogant as its master, and it’s bitten a bunch of people. He’s been violating pet ownership laws for ages, but it’s useless."