Chapter 201 - 200: The Peculiar Female Streamer

Chapter 201: Chapter 200: The Peculiar Female Streamer

Rian Sinclair looked at the message from Scott Sutton on her phone, a faint smile playing on her lips. She dialed his number directly, not caring if there was a time difference wherever he was.

"What do you want to bet on?" she asked.

"How about a hundred million?" Scott’s voice came through, accompanied by faint music in the background. "Let’s go big. It’s no fun if the stakes are too low."

Rian leaned back against her soft bed, genuinely curious about what kind of bet could warrant a hundred-million-yuan wager.

"Let’s hear it," she said.

Scott seemed to walk over to a window; the sound of the wind and crashing ocean waves could be heard through the receiver.

"Tomorrow, a shooting will occur in Ursia. Guess how many people will die."

Rian was slightly taken aback by his words, but considering his line of business, it made perfect sense.

"A hundred or so," she guessed casually.

"Then I’ll guess a hundred and twenty." Scott’s tone was equally nonchalant, as if they were betting a single dollar.

Rian clicked her tongue. "A hundred and thirty, then." She was determined to one-up him.

A soft chuckle came from Scott’s end. "Deal. You take a hundred and thirty, and I’ll take a hundred and twenty."

The next day.

On Kyoro Avenue.

A scantily clad young woman holding a microphone was interviewing another girl on the street.

"Don’t you think acting like this brings shame to our country?" the streamer asked.

The interviewed girl looked utterly bewildered. She was an outdoor streamer who usually broadcasted herself singing. When the other content creator had approached her, she assumed it would be a mutually beneficial networking opportunity.

Instead, the very first question caught her completely off guard. She stared blankly at the streamer and replied, "I doubt it? It’s not like I’m stripping in public."

Hearing this, the streamer smirked. "Then don’t you think you’re an eyesore? As an influencer, you shouldn’t act entitled just because you have fans. Don’t you agree?"

Faced with such an aggressive line of questioning, the singing streamer didn’t know how to respond. She muttered an apology, ended her own broadcast, and hurried away.

Watching her leave, the streamer smiled and turned to her audience. "These are the kinds of people who waste public resources. Please, never do anything like this to tarnish Veridia’s reputation.

"What’s that? Wearing miniskirts? That’s really not appropriate in Veridia’s current social climate. After all, given our history of foot-binding, dressing like that will just invite harassment from bad men.

"Sakuran?

"Sakuran is great! Don’t we mostly watch Sakuran anime nowadays? So what I’m saying isn’t wrong at all.

"If you like my content, please follow and send some small gifts!

"I’m helping everyone understand the reality of things, exposing the filthy side of Veridian society. I’m doing so much for my fans, so please send some gifts!

"What? You don’t have money?

"Sending gifts isn’t even that expensive. Instead of complaining here, why don’t you look at yourselves? Are you not working hard enough? Have you just been slacking off at work?"

Off-camera, the streamer rolled her eyes. Noticing the disgusted looks from the people around her, she subtly spat in their direction.

Looking at her rising viewership, the streamer smiled. "You don’t believe me? Fine. Since we’re right here in Kyoro, let’s do a survey on the locals’ average monthly income."

She gloated inwardly as her stream’s popularity continued to soar. "If I knew this was so profitable, I would have done this from the start instead of being a borderline NSFW streamer," she thought.

"Let’s just grab a few random pedestrians and ask," she announced to her viewers. "Later, we’ll ask them what they would do if they suddenly came into a massive fortune."

Her words pushed the stream’s engagement to its peak. After all, she had initially gone viral by doing street interviews about what people would do with a sudden windfall.

Next, the streamer secretly had her team arrange a few actors to mix in with genuine pedestrians. This created a controlled comparison, tricking her fans into believing the broadcast was entirely authentic.

"Excuse me, sir, what is your monthly salary?" she asked.

The first person she interviewed was a pot-bellied man—one of their hired actors.

Following his rehearsed script, the actor adjusted his shirt and replied smoothly, "I’m a manager at a top-tier Sakuran corporation. My monthly salary is around seventy to eighty thousand yuan, and I get a year-end bonus of nearly a million.

"Sakuran companies offer excellent benefits, which is why I chose to work for one. They treat their employees incredibly well and even organize random company trips every month."

The actor delivered his well-memorized lines flawlessly.

This segment inevitably caused some dissatisfaction among the viewers, but the very next interview quickly extinguished that, replacing it entirely with outrage.

When asked, a young man looked at the streamer and smirked. "My monthly salary? I just take whatever my dad’s company gives me.

"I easily pocket tens of thousands a month."

The streamer smiled faintly. "So you work at your father’s company?"

The young man scoffed disdainfully. "Nah, my dad is just a senior executive there. I just hold a meaningless manager title on paper, and the company pays me tens of thousands a month anyway.

"Honestly, given Veridia’s current climate, there’s zero chance of getting a decent paycheck if your family doesn’t have power or influence. That’s just the reality of the environment. That’s how Veridia is."

The young man’s words sent the chat into a complete frenzy. Watching the escalating discussions, the streamer smirked.

She was about to secure her Sakuran green card, and this broadcast was her "exam paper" to prove her loyalty to them.

Many viewers in the chat had to admit that he had a point. Given the current state of affairs, it was entirely common for the children of the rich and powerful to be parachuted into cushy management roles. This sparked heated debates in the comments section.

Because it rang true, the netizens began putting themselves in that perspective during the subsequent interviews. Soon, they were entirely united in their outrage alongside the streamer.

"Excuse me, what would you do if you had ten million yuan?"

The streamer stopped an exceptionally beautiful woman. The woman looked up and was just about to answer when a loud notification suddenly rang out.

"DING! Alipay transfer received: One hundred million yuan!"

The abrupt payment notification echoed clearly, leaving the streamer and the bystanders in absolute shock.

The chat exploded with a frenzy of comments, with viewers joking about whether their broke ears were even worthy of hearing such a sound.

A few people recognized her as Miss Innocent, but this detail completely slipped past the streamer’s notice.

"Can I help you?" Rian Sinclair asked. Seeing the woman pop up out of nowhere, she finished replying to Scott Sutton’s message, pocketed her phone, and offered a faint smile.

However, to the streamer, Rian’s actions clearly looked like she was trying to hide something.

"You put your phone away so fast—that notification must be fake, right?" the streamer mocked. "Look, miss, you’re very pretty, but you shouldn’t be so superficial. There’s no need to be such a gold digger."

Rian paused slightly and looked at the woman in front of her. Noticing the camera rolling nearby, she asked, "Are you filming me?"

The streamer smiled and explained, "We’re just recording daily life. Since you’re so gorgeous, you really ought to show your face on the internet more often."

Rian frowned as she listened. Everything about this interaction felt entirely off—the streamer’s response had absolutely nothing to do with what she had just asked.