Chapter 2724 - 1691: Sunflower Seeds and Peanuts (Part 2)

Chapter 2724: Chapter 1691: Sunflower Seeds and Peanuts (Part 2)

Although it’s not expensive, it’s a token of appreciation, right? It’s definitely better than that stingy guy who immediately asked to see stockings, isn’t it?

"Is there a rule that forbids eating sunflower seeds at Peace Hotel?"

Only after sending a gift did Martial Saint speak.

Just as expected.

Even if it’s just a lollipop, it’s still useful. As Wu Guangjiang just said, if there’s no profit, why would anyone bother with you?

"There’s no rule, but it’s very low-class."

The female streamer saw his comment and responded, covering her mouth and giggling, as if she knew it wasn’t suitable for those few bumpkins to hear.

Martial Saint pinched his chin, looking at the female streamer with her skin-smoothing filters maxed out, and continued typing.

"Doesn’t the streamer eat sunflower seeds?"

The female streamer was quite enthusiastic towards fans, especially those who had spent money, and answered again.

"I do, but I wouldn’t eat them at Peace Hotel."

"What if I send a Carnival gift, would that make the streamer eat sunflower seeds at Peace Hotel?"

The female streamer’s eyes sparkled, her smile charming. She was clearly professional; she didn’t rush to answer, first clicking on Martial Saint’s account to take a look, only to find it had nothing.

"You send it first."

She didn’t give a definite answer but was full of temptation.

No wonder streamers make money; Martial Saint almost made an impulsive purchase. Carnival gifts aren’t cheap, but he could afford it with his saved up pocket money.

But when he was about to top up, the system gave a prompt, restricting large expenditures for minors!

Quite awkward.

"Bro, where are you?"

"Another bullshitter."

"Still, the streamer is smart; there are too many posers now."

The stream room switched to group mockery mode.

The female streamer sighed, "I’m used to it now~ Okay, we are a civilized stream room, everyone stop cursing."

"Bro."

Martial Saint nudged Jiang Chen’s arm.

Jiang Chen turned his head, laughing and chatting with Father Lan and Lan’s mother.

Martial Saint didn’t waste words, handing over his phone, "That woman is streaming and even recorded us, saying eating sunflower seeds at Peace Hotel is low-class, but when I said I’d send her a Carnival gift, she agreed to eat sunflower seeds here, but Star Sky told me I’m underage and didn’t let me top up."

Teenagers will be teenagers.

Still young and exuberant.

Jiang Chen took the phone, "Where did you get the money?"

He knew very well how much a Carnival gift costs.

"I saved up."

Martial Saint said, "Bro, they’re all mocking me, I already said I would."

Jiang Chen looked at it for a moment, then handed the phone back.

Large expenditures by minors certainly shouldn’t be encouraged, especially not to female streamers.

But the quality of keeping promises deserves recognition.

"Bro."

Martial Saint looked at him.

Without saying a word, Jiang Chen took out his own phone.

To be honest, he hadn’t logged into Star Sky for a while, so much so that he had to log in again when he opened it.

Han Jiang Gu Ying.

The king has returned.

Martial Saint, stretching his neck to peek, was startled.

What did he see?

Brother Jiang Chen’s account is Emperor!

How much money does that cost?

"Bro, you must have hooked up with many female streamers, right?"

He couldn’t help but whisper.

"It was all gifted to your Sister Shurui."

For those who frequently use Star Sky, they should still remember that livestream that made it to the trending list. But back then, Martial Saint was just a little kid, most likely playing with mud on a dirt ridge in his village.

"What’s her name?"

Martial Saint quickly glanced at his phone,

"Hao Wenming."

Good name.

Jiang Chen searched, then entered the stream room.

The Emperor has arrived.

Everyone, stand up!

When the grand special effects, that took over the entire mobile screen, appeared unexpectedly, the few-hundred-person stream room instantly fell into a bizarre silence.

The female streamer also lost her professional composure, her lips parted in disbelief, stunned.

The Emperor’s arrival meant no unnecessary words.

Immediately following.

The stream room showcased the Carnival gift’s special effects again.

"Damn!"

"The Emperor!"

"!!!!"

After the great silence came great shock, followed by chaos.

Star Sky, being the number one social platform on the market, has users in the hundreds of millions, yet accounts awarded with the Emperor title, to date, are just a few dozen.

Never doubt the power of big data,

Under the strong push effect, the number of people in the live broadcast room was rising at a lightning speed, with users flooding in crazily like a deluge, going from a few hundred at the start to tens of thousands in the blink of an eye, and still skyrocketing!

The female streamer "Hao Wenming", who had eight or nine hundred thousand followers, and whose content was all about ostentatious wealth, was so excited that she covered her mouth.

"Han Jiang Gu Ying! This big shot has appeared again!"

Some people still remember Boss Jiang’s demeanor back in the day, with the majesty like a tiger.

But Boss Jiang didn’t have time to catch up with these "fans", fulfilling his promise to the Martial Saint, he sent a carnival gift and started typing.

"That was my secondary account just now."

"Cracking sunflower seeds."

The Martial Saint, who was also in the live broadcast room, was emotionally stirred, moved, and once again impressed by Brother Jiang Chen.

He didn’t know how to describe it.

As different as clouds and mud from those pretentious phonies.

All he could say was.

——So cool!!!

The gap between him and Brother Jiang Chen was as vast as the Mariana Trench.

And then there was no need to watch the live broadcast room anymore, Martial Saint’s ears caught a sound from reality, tinged with tremor, urgency, and overflowing joy.

"Waiter!"

No doubt.

That "Hao Wenming" looked down upon had become someone appreciated by both the refined and the vulgar, even the waiter was probably wondering why there were so many customers asking for sunflower seeds today.

"Crack."

As an audience member, Martial Saint knew he couldn’t go back on his word, and as a streamer, she absolutely couldn’t renege.

Making a living on the platform, they knew the weight of an "Emperor" better than ordinary users!

"Snap."

The female streamer Hao Wenming wasn’t doing it for the over ten thousand viewers in the live broadcast room, she picked up a sunflower seed, placed it into her red lips, and her teeth bit down, breaking her principles just for the "Emperor", without any resistance or embarrassment, instead, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes dazed.

Why bother looking for the Imperial Jade Seal?

Being haughty and then flattering, becoming the person she despised the most, yet Martial Saint didn’t speak up to ridicule her; this wasn’t the right time in a broadcast room of over ten thousand people, his words would be like a drop in the ocean, impossible to be noticed.

Moreover.

He wasn’t looking for a petty argument.

A female streamer relying on suggestive content to accumulate followers, her influence was extremely limited, as evidenced by her tens of thousands of followers but only two or three hundred online.

She probably only dreams of such a spectacle when she sleeps.

What some dream of is just a trifling act for others.

"There’s some peanuts here too."

The streamer "Hao Wenming" changed her tone as quickly as flipping a page, her voice soft and tender, like a kitten awaiting its owner affectionately.

Understood.

Human nature.

Seeing an unprecedented spectacle in the broadcast room, she had to consider whether this was her only opportunity in life.

Unfortunately, deemed as vulgar by the Martial Saint, how could she ever expect the "Emperor’s" favor?

Life is like a mischievous old man, always telling malicious jokes.

Just an illusion.

Upon exiting the live broadcast room, Boss Jiang snapped a screenshot, then sent a message with the picture out, to whom was unknown.

"Where’s the Emperor?"

"Gone so fast?"

"Damn it, just missed him!"

For instance, among the audience, the female streamer Hao Wenming was visibly panicked, hurriedly opening the fan list to message the top fan, but some people, belonging to different circles, are just a fleeting glance.

The live broadcast room was banned.

Seeing the sudden prompt on the screen, Martial Saint was stunned, caught off guard, then checked the history, clicked on Hao Wenming’s account, and found the avatar changed, the nickname now a random mix of letters and numbers.

The account was gone!

"What happened? My account! Ah——!"

The voice beside him was chaotic and terrified, uncontrollably loud, turning his head, he saw the female streamer Hao Wenming panicking, unsure of what to do, holding her phone, about to cry as she fell from heaven to hell.

Can’t blame her for not having a strong psyche.

With an account of hundreds of thousands of followers, painstakingly managed over time, and her livelihood, all gone, who wouldn’t be devastated?

"Bro, was that you?"

Martial Saint withdrew his gaze and tentatively asked.

Boss Jiang put away his phone, not answering.

"Then why send the carnival gift? Isn’t that a waste of money?"

"A promise is a promise."

With words said beforehand, Martial Saint zoned out, then his heart surged.

"Why? Why?! Woo..."

Probably not getting a satisfactory reply from the platform, the female streamer Hao Wenming lost control, completely breaking down, covering her face with both hands, crying out, causing other customers to glance over.

This was real interference with others dining.

The waiter quickly walked over.

"What’s wrong with this girl?"

Wu Guangjiang was puzzled.

"Maybe it’s the first time she’s tasted the sunflower seeds at the Peace Hotel, they’re so tasty it made her cry."

Martial Saint was cracking peanuts.

Wu Guangjiang, puzzled, chewed the sunflower kernels in his mouth, muttering to Lan’s mother.

"Are they really that delicious?"