Chapter 14: Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry
Chapter 14: Let's Get Rich Together
A few minutes later, the SUV stopped at the entrance of Orange Heart Garden.
Lu Xun parked the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned around, about to wake up the sleeping Yan Zhixu.
To his surprise, Yan Zhixu's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened.
Her gaze was cold and clear, with not a trace of drowsiness, completely unlike someone who had just woken up.
"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Lu." Yan Zhixu set her coat down in the car and pushed open the door.
She held a pair of black headphones in her hand, casually playing with the mic.
Lu Xun, still sitting in the driver's seat, took a moment to react. He raised his orchid-shaped fingers and stammered, "A-Ah Xu, you weren’t asleep?"
Recalling her icy, defiant eyes from earlier, he rubbed the goosebumps that had risen on his arms.
It felt like Ah Xu had changed a lot. Had she been through something traumatic? Should he find a doctor for her?
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Back at her place.
Yan Zhixu sat with her laptop on her lap. Seeing the Qingyun Police Station’s statement of clarification, her upturned eyes sparkled with unrestrained confidence.
She scrolled through the hate comments in the discussion section, switched accounts, and selected a few particularly aggressive individuals stirring up trouble.
Planting a virus in some emojis, she sent the infected stickers via private messages.
Once the recipients opened the stickers, the virus took hold. Within seconds, their phone firewalls were overwhelmed.
From their WeChat accounts, she uncovered a group chat of over 300 hired trolls.
"Tsk." Yan Zhixu rested her chin in one hand, legs swinging lazily, and opened the group files.
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The latest document was an announcement from the group admin: "Post negative comments about Yan Zhixu on Weibo. Each comment earns you 0.3 yuan. The more you post, the more you earn. Once done, send me screenshots privately to claim payment."
She captured screenshots of the group ID and announcement, logged into her Weibo account, and posted them.
Yan Zhixu V: *"A great way to get rich. Screenshot.jpg"*
After posting, she erased the virus traces, calmly shut down her laptop, and went to sleep.
It was close to midnight, but the internet was still abuzz with night owls.
Seeing Yan Zhixu's post, many of her followers skeptically joined the WeChat group. To their surprise, they were accepted.
Testing the waters, they posted a few hate comments about Yan Zhixu and sent screenshots to the admin. Moments later, they received red packets.
[Oh my gosh, guys, this group is legit! Hurry up and join us to get rich.]
[Whoa, 0.3 yuan per comment? I can spam a few hundred without breaking a sweat. *Rubbing hands emoji*]
[Heh, Yan Witch. Out of gratitude for helping us make money, I’ll share half my earnings with you.]
[Cough, cough. This is truly a late-night blessing. Good thing I didn’t go to bed, or I’d have missed out on this fortune.]
...
Netizens, fired up, grabbed their keyboards and furiously insulted Yan Zhixu.
After earning their payments, they generously tipped half back to Yan Zhixu.
The total tips snowballed from a few yuan to several thousand, and by morning, it had soared to over ten thousand yuan.
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At a certain studio.
The man sitting in front of a computer screen grew increasingly uneasy as more people flooded into the group.
After finishing his takeout, he lit a cigarette, belatedly logged into Weibo, and saw the group information Yan Zhixu had exposed.
He jumped to his feet, the burning cigarette scorching his fingers.
“Damn it to hell! No wonder something felt off!”
Recalling the tens of thousands of yuan lost that night, his eyes turned bloodshot. Enraged, he kicked over his chair.
He hastily dissolved the group and pulled out his phone to contact the client who had hired the trolls.
[You’ll have to find someone else for this job. I’m out!]
To hell with this.
He hadn’t earned much, and his base of operations had been exposed. A total loss.
“How the hell did this get leaked? Which idiot messed up?”
Unable to figure it out, the man squatted down, extinguished his half-smoked cigarette underfoot, and clutched his head in frustration.
*(End of Chapter)*
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