Chapter 130: Am I the Only Broke One?

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Am I the Only Broke One?

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands..."

"2.15 million??"

Jiang Fan nearly smashed the ATM, wondering if the damn thing was broken.

He remembered how Rong Anyao had been at her wit’s end not long ago because of her family’s financial struggles... And now, in such a short time, she was a millionaire?

’Not even a goddamn novel would have a plot this ridiculous, right?’

Jiang Fan’s heart tightened. ’This girl didn’t go and do something illegal, did she?’

After quickly setting a password, Jiang Fan rushed back to the hospital.

Rong Anyao and Sun Yanzi were watching a show, cackling with laughter.

It was a good thing they were in a private room, or they would have definitely gotten complaints.

"Yaoyao, come out here for a second."

Jiang Fan grabbed Rong Anyao and pulled her out of the hospital room.

"Explain this to me right now."

"How is there over two million in this card?"

"Where did you get this much money in such a short time?"

Seeing Jiang Fan’s grim expression, Rong Anyao giggled. "Don’t be so tense. Didn’t I tell you? I’ve been gaining followers really quickly recently."

"And this money is all from advertisers who approached me. It’s what I earned from taking on ads."

"Add in the revenue from my videos, and it naturally added up."

Even after her explanation, it still felt unreal to Jiang Fan.

He knew you could make money fast on the internet, but he never thought it could be *this* fast.

"What about those handicrafts you make?"

"Those are for sale too. I mix them in with the other products I promote."

"But they’re just a small part of it. I remember telling you about this before."

When Rong Anyao saw Jiang Fan’s expression grow even more severe, she dropped the playful attitude and spoke cautiously.

Jiang Fan nodded slightly. He did remember her mentioning it before.

’Seeing her like this... she probably doesn’t have the nerve to do anything illegal.’

He couldn’t help but feel a little more at ease.

"Here’s your card back. The PIN is six zeros."

"Take care of it. Don’t lose it."

"When you have time, go to the bank and set a more complex PIN."

He pressed the card into Rong Anyao’s hand and turned to go back inside.

"I don’t want it. I told you, it’s all for you."

Rong Anyao grabbed Jiang Fan’s hand and then threw herself into his arms.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"Let me tell you, that’s impossible! I’m sticking with you for life. I can be your mistress. Number three, number four, number five—I’m okay with any of it!"

As she spoke, tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

"Are you an idiot? Did you get your head slammed in a door, or were you kicked by a donkey?"

"Do you think I’m some kind of great catch? You clearly have a much better future ahead of you. There’s no need to chain yourself to me."

"Number three, number four, number five? Why not number seven and eight while you’re at it?"

"Number seven and eight are fine, too. If you don’t have enough money, you can use mine to support them."

Jiang Fan nearly choked on his own spit.

"Go on, now. Behave. Stop talking all this nonsense. It’s ridiculous."

Alarmed, Jiang Fan quickly pushed her away and ducked back into the hospital room.

Rong Anyao stomped her foot in frustration. That warm, reassuring feeling—she had only just gotten to experience it for a moment!

"What did you need Yaoyao for? You were acting so secretive."

Sun Yanzi asked, a little curious.

"Huh? Oh, it was nothing."

"How are you feeling? Are you hungry?"

Jiang Fan asked, quickly changing the subject.

"I’m not hungry. Have you eaten?"

Sun Yanzi paid no mind to her own condition, instead turning her concern to Jiang Fan.

"Jiang, if you haven’t eaten, have some snacks."

Rong Anyao walked back in just then, pulling a large bag of snacks from a nearby cabinet.

"You two go ahead. I’m not hungry right now."

Sitting down in a nearby chair, Jiang Fan shook his head.

Now that he had a moment to relax, a hint of exhaustion showed on his face.

For a full day and night, he had been running like a machine, working nonstop without any rest.

Combined with the physically draining activities at school, it had made him even more tired.

"Jiang, how about I give you a massage? I learned how from my fans on my livestream."

Rong Anyao was eager to try, her hands already touching Jiang Fan’s shoulders.

"Your fans teach you that stuff?"

"Fans? What fans? You do livestreams?"

Jiang Fan and Sun Yanzi asked at the same time.

"Oh, Sun, did I not tell you? I’m a streamer. I work from home."

Rong Anyao explained with a smile, then began to slowly apply pressure to Jiang Fan’s shoulders with both hands.

"So how many followers do you have now? Is streaming every day tiring?"

"Huh? Right now, I have a little over 2.9 million, I think. I’ll probably hit 3 million in a few days."

Rong Anyao said, tilting her head in thought as she massaged Jiang Fan’s shoulders.

"Over three million followers... Is your audience mostly male or female?"

"Huh? A few more girls, I think... Actually, I’m not really sure."

"The data from the backend isn’t always accurate."

"Why do you ask, Sun?"

Although Jiang Fan was resting with his eyes closed, he pricked up his ears.

"Since I’m stuck in this hospital bed, I can’t show you the PowerPoint, so I’ll just give you a verbal rundown."

"My company, Xuerong, primarily designs, produces, and sells lingerie."

"We’re planning to expand our online business and have been looking for an influencer with a substantial follower base."

"But we haven’t been able to find the right person. Either their follower count is too low, or their personal image doesn’t fit our brand."

"Your follower count, however, meets our requirements perfectly, and your personal image is outstanding."

As she said this, a trace of envy appeared on Sun Yanzi’s face.

Rong Anyao’s looks and figure were both top-tier. Her killer body, in particular, could be described as a perfect hourglass curve.

If she were willing to be a lingerie model, she would absolutely become a nationwide sensation.

"Huh? Me?"