Liu Jie's expression didn't look any better. She had just started streaming for a few days. At most, she would meet a few trolls who would randomly attack her, but nothing unpleasant happened. But now, the situation in the streaming room was like a celebrity who was in the middle of a concert and thousands of people threw rotten eggs at her. This kind of feeling couldn't be experienced unless one was directly involved in it.
It was undeniable that during the streaming process, many people praised and chased after them. It gave them a sense of satisfaction. The vanity on the internet was different from reality.
Although they were pretty and didn't lack pursuers, they were always by my side. From a certain point of view, their freedom was limited. Although they weren't being monitored, they didn't have many friends of the opposite sex. Streaming on the internet was a good way to fill the gap in their hearts.
This was also the reason why sister-in-law and Liu Jie never got tired of streaming. Little Cherry was different. Although she was only sixteen, she had seen the ugly side of many men. My outstanding performance gained her recognition and she even treated me as her Adonis.
Being with her Adonis every day was the greatest happiness. Streaming didn't have much appeal.
Moreover, she wasn't too interested in these new products on the internet. Of course, I couldn't blindly find the reason from sister-in-law and Liu Jie. They were the first women to appear by my side. When I was at my lowest, they didn't look down on me or treat me coldly. Instead, they believed in me and believed that I could give them a beautiful future. Reality proved that I could do it.
Moreover, I was very clear that compared to wealth and glory, sister-in-law and Liu Jie cared more about my feelings. It was just that it was difficult for me to talk about it. Until now, I still hid it from them. One reason was because I had a guilty conscience, and the other reason was because I felt guilty towards them.
"Director Kun, please send me your bank account number, Alipay, WeChat or PM. I don't want to destroy my relationship with my boyfriend because of this money," Liu Jie said seriously.
"I don't want money. Tell your boyfriend to be more confident and not let his imagination run wild. If we get into a conflict because of this money, we might as well break up." Not long after, Director Kun spoke again.
"What JB boyfriend? He's short and quick. He can't even compare to one of Director Kun's toes."
"That's right. A casual meal by Director Kun is equivalent to his monthly income."
"Old Tie, you're wrong. It's at least a year's income."
"I think you guys have overestimated that guy. Maybe he's just a gigolo."
The comments were all one-sided. No one sympathized with Liu Jie and sister-in-law at all. Their eyes were a little red, and they subconsciously lowered their heads.
Actually, just now, I was a little gloating. Although they seemed to have become the hottest "Big Sisters" on the platform, gaining a good amount of popularity and income every day, they also had to face a lot of slander, especially in the current situation.
I wanted them to understand that it wasn't easy to do a livestream. They needed to know when to back off. However, a bunch of keyboard warriors tried to make me hate them. Things like hearse drifting, bone ashes mixed with rice, disco dancing, and all kinds of curses filled the screen.
Not long after, another gift notification popped up. This Mr. Kun had sent another ten meteor showers. These onlookers who didn't know the truth kept licking his boots, saying that Mr. Kun was magnanimous and didn't bother with his sister-in-law and the others.
The two girls didn't look natural. Just now, he didn't even give them his bank account number. Now, he was spamming again. Even if they didn't say his nickname, these visitors would still scold him for being a scheming b * tch.
Obviously, with this, the impact was even worse. This was like receiving a gift, but not getting any benefits.
After spamming, Mr. Kun couldn't help but provoke, "It's already twenty. That boyfriend of yours, can he spamming at least one word?
Or does he want to keep hiding behind a woman? "
"Motherf * cker, I'm giving you face, aren't I?"
I was at the side, holding my phone and paying attention to the situation in the livestream. Seeing Mr. Kun's sarcasm, I instantly got angry.
This shout was heard by the majority of the visitors. The comments in the livestream instantly reached a new 'climax'. Other than those who were scolding me, there was also a small portion who supported me. They said that Mr. Kun wasn't that great. He was just slightly better at reincarnation. If it wasn't for his father, he wouldn't even be worth shit.
Although there was a hint of jealousy in between the lines, it was the truth. Ever since the reform and opening up, Hua Xia's economy had been soaring. The lives of the people were getting better and better. However, the rapid increase in housing prices and the slow increase in wages had become the focus of complaints. The most obvious one was naturally the disparity between the rich and the poor.
A nouveau riche like Mr. Kun, if he had a good reincarnation, he would casually tip the streamer millions every month. On the other hand, the working people living at the bottom of the social ladder wouldn't even have this amount of savings in their lifetime. Not to mention, the difference in living standards was simply incomparable.
Therefore, most people had the mentality of hating the rich. This was understandable. But now, I dared to speak up and argue with the nouveau riche. This in itself was a type of courage and boldness. If it was a visitor, they would definitely be banned in minutes. But now, I was also a participant of the livestream. Even if the super admin wanted to ban me, he couldn't do anything about it.
"Streamer, please pay attention to your words. I'm giving you a warning now. If you don't change, the livestream will be forcefully shut down." At this time, the super admin sent a message. The bright red font was especially eye-catching.
"666, hurry up and ban this idiot."
"Even Mr. Kun is scolding him. He doesn't want to live anymore."
"I can kill many of these stupid dogs in a year."
Not long later, Mr. Kun spoke again. He told the super admin not to ban him. He wanted to see who was so amazing.
"Okay, Mr. Kun, I'll listen to you." The super admin called Oil Bottle immediately agreed.
The super admin was also a staff member of the platform. Since Mr. Kun was a God-like nouveau riche who supported half the sky, he naturally had to curry favor with the rich and powerful.
"Young man, I just want to ask, do you dare to send some gifts? I'm not asking you to show your face. I know you don't have the guts. How about this, I send a meteor shower, and you follow a cruise ship or a yacht. I'm just asking if you can do it or not. It's your girlfriend who earns the money anyway." Mr. Kun provoked me again.
The virtual cruise ship was 1314, and the yacht was 520.
Originally, I didn't want to be calculative with him. But since this guy said it like this, I would be too cowardly if I didn't make a move.