Chapter 0271

【Sovereign of Eternity Liu Ruyan】: What? Getting a whole stack of cash just for giving up a seat? This is like the God of Wealth descending upon me. If this counts as humiliation, then I welcome everyone to humiliate me.

【Apologize After the Scandal】: Holy shit, forgive me for taking things out of context earlier. So this is the real story?

【Captain Hindsight】: Actually, I was one of the customers at the dessert shop that day. Lin Ran is right—I was thrilled. Next time something like this happens, be sure to call me. I’ll line up early to scout the place.

As soon as Lin Ran went live, he completely shifted the narrative. Everyone had a sudden realization, feeling like they’d just eaten a mouthful of crap.

Of course, some stubborn folks would never admit they were wrong.

Especially those with contrarian personalities.

【You Don’t Understand My Pain】: Hey haters, care to speak up now? Must be pretty awkward, huh? The most embarrassing thing in life is having your secrets exposed.

Lin Ran: "That’s not even the most embarrassing part. The real embarrassment is when someone finds your browser history… and plays it on loop in public."

【I Swear Off Gambling and Drugs】: Damn, that is awkward.

【My Energy Hits 300 Million Per Second】: I agree with the streamer, but I don’t accept your logic. Humiliation and happiness aren’t mutually exclusive. Sure, I’m happy, but you did insult me.

【Tomato Fried with Cucumber】: What’s your explanation for the steakhouse incident? You’re only live now to fish for donations, right? Well, I’m not giving you a cent.

Lin Ran: "Why should I explain? Screw your explanation! As for you, ‘300 Million Per Second’—I saw your comment, but I don’t agree. Just because you say crap tastes good doesn’t mean I have to nod along."

【Detective Zhenzi Conan】: Damn, I respect the streamer’s savage clapbacks.

【This Internet is Wild】: Streamer, just explain the steakhouse thing already, so the haters can shut up. Also, show us the mansion again—last time wasn’t enough.

"Why should I explain? That’s for the trashy couple to do. Besides, it involves my friend’s painful past. Like, if my friend once ate crap off a toilet, should I just broadcast it to the world?"

This instantly piqued the curiosity of countless viewers.

【The Toilet Enthusiast】: Go on, give us the details.

【Tang San’s Friend】: My friend’s on his deathbed—he needs to know the specifics.

Seeing he’d successfully riled up the crowd, Lin Ran decided to drop the act.

Messing with these netizens was actually pretty fun.

"Wanna know? Then show me what you’ve got. Since someone accused me of fishing for donations, don’t hold back now—flood the chat with gifts. Let’s see how much your curiosity is worth."

"If the numbers don’t meet my expectations, no stories, no ‘colors’ for you."

The moment Lin Ran said this, gift effects flooded the stream like they were free. Big and small donations poured in nonstop.

【Peek-a-Boo】: You’re already loaded, yet you still want our money?

Lin Ran: "More is always welcome, but I won’t complain if it’s less. Shoutout to Mr. Tong, Fifty Zhatian Gang, Ling Zixuan of Fengchao, ‘Reading With Brains? Pfft!’, Ran Kongqi, Ni Yu, Li Tiezhu the Tomato Beef Lover, Tianjucheng’s Nawen, and the rest—too many to name. You guys rock!"

Lin Ran’s move didn’t just shock the viewers—even Douyin’s backend team was alarmed.

The donations came too fast. In just minutes, his stream skyrocketed to #1 in popularity, and the gift animations were so intense they lagged the live feed.

He even broke the platform’s donation record.

"You guys rock! Since you’re all so generous, I’ll give you a little ‘color’ today. But remember—don’t waste your money too often."

Instantly, the entire audience was hooked, eager to see what Lin Ran had in store.

He picked up his phone and started walking while keeping up the banter.

"But before we continue, let me say this: to everyone still crowding outside Nuanyao Group’s building—if you keep causing trouble, don’t blame me for playing dirty. You know I can have lawyers at your doorstep in no time. Don’t think numbers mean you can do whatever you want."

"Push me too far, and I’ll have your faces pressed against every inch of that building, licking it clean. That’s my wife Luo Yao’s gift to me. Damage it, and I’ll bury you in the walls."

"Oh, and clean up before you leave. Otherwise, I’ll halt the web series. To all the fans watching—if updates stop, blame these trolls for paralyzing the company, not us."

The crowd outside Nuanyao Group, now watching the stream, immediately panicked.

Lin Ran’s confidence was unmistakable.

Many of them were just bandwagon haters, there out of sheer envy.

As trolls, they knew the internet’s wrath—doxxing could ruin lives.

They were scared.

And so, outside Nuanyao Group, a bizarre spectacle unfolded: an army of self-appointed janitors scrambling to clean up.

【Broke Porsche Owner Can’t Afford 600 Bucks】: Arrogant? Hell yes. But Lin Ran’s got the power to back it up.

【The Handsome Novelist】: Clean up Nuanyao Group’s premises NOW. If the series stops, I’m coming for you.

【Readers, We Love You Even Without Donations】: Take your trash with you, or brace for lawsuits. Remember, Lin Ran’s wife is Luo Yao.

【Passion Over Profit】: Guys, this is surreal—I live near Nuanyao Group, and I’m seeing a mob turn into a cleaning crew.

Lin Ran checked the video Wu Zhishang sent via WeChat and smirked in satisfaction.

He played the clip of the frantic cleanup in the stream, sparking another wave of shock.

Lin Ran was as ruthless as ever.

As the camera panned, the chat exploded again.

【Stockings Diary】: Wait, what’s this? A private theater? Why didn’t you show us last time? Don’t see us as family?

【Elon’s Martian】: Why’d Lin Ran bring us here? Treating us to a movie?

【Dead But Salty】: Weren’t you gonna tell us about your friend? The ‘toilet gourmet’—was it Wu Zhishang?

Meanwhile, every employee at Nuanyao Group simultaneously turned to stare at Wu Zhishang.

"Boss Wu… you’ve suffered."

Wu Zhishang: "Piss off."

Back on stream, Lin Ran’s devilishly handsome face broke into a sly grin.

"Everyone, start recording. What’s coming next might get the stream nuked—like those novels that vanish mid-read."

He settled into the private theater as an attendant brought snacks. Grabbing a clicker, Lin Ran pulled up a PowerPoint.

The screen displayed bold text: [The following is purely for entertainment. Any resemblance to reality is definitely not coincidental.]