I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 30 - 0 Hurry to the Western Heaven to ask for help from the Buddha

30: 030 Hurry to the Western Heaven to ask for help from the Buddha.

30: 030 Hurry to the Western Heaven to ask for help from the Buddha.

If anyone mentions Jiang Chen again, we’re done.

In the dorm.

Watching Li Shuru live stream, Zheng Jingjing was cracking sunflower seeds, her gaze suspicious.

“Hey, what did Jiang Chen do to piss off Shu Rui?”

“Don’t look at me, I don’t know.”

Guo Ran quickly shook her head.

“I have no clue either.”

Before Zheng Jingjing’s gaze could turn to her, Xu Siyi took the initiative to speak.

“It’s really strange, wasn’t everything fine this weekend?”

Zheng Jingjing was puzzled, as Shu Rui had returned to the dorm that afternoon looking rather upset, and very seriously issued a “prohibition” to them, forbidding the mention of Jiang Chen’s name in her presence.

This had never happened before.

“Jiang Chen really must have some skills to be able to make Shu Rui angry.”

Zheng Jingjing muttered.

Anger implies emotional fluctuations, and emotional fluctuations mean the other person is no longer insignificant.

So sometimes, making a girl angry can also be a sign of progress.

Li Shuru was focused on her live stream, chatting with the audience as usual, occasionally singing, not faulting the increasing number of people entering the industry as there were few jobs more relaxing than this.

“Doo doo doo…”

At this moment, someone sent a connection request, also a female broadcaster, but much more famous than Li Shuru, with nearly a million fans.

“Wow, it’s Ling Shiqi!”

People in the live stream quickly recognized her.

Linking up is a common way of live streaming which can drive up popularity for both parties and liven up the atmosphere.

Hence, smaller broadcasters often look for opportunities to co-broadcast with bigger names, just like smaller celebrities try hard to get roles with top stars, it’s an industry method for self-promotion.

But big broadcasters seeking out smaller ones was rare, unless they were friends or it was a random match.

Seeing the connection request from Ling Shiqi, Li Shuru was also surprised but accepted the request.

Soon, the screen was split in two, showing another female broadcaster, wearing a strapless dress with an air bang, her makeup resembling a Barbie doll.

“Hi, Shu Rui, long time no see.”

The other party greeted Li Shuru warmly.

Ling Shiqi became famous through her costume and COSPLAY videos, which often hit the male G-spot effortlessly with her mix of innocence and seductiveness – a fusion of an angel and a demon.

They had linked up once before, but it had been a random match.

In school, Li Shuru was a lofty goddess, who could look down on everything, but in front of Ling Shiqi, all her advantages seemed to vanish in an instant, even making her inexplicably nervous.

In any industry, hierarchy and strength are revered, and the self-media is no exception.

She had over twenty thousand people watching her live stream, while Ling Shiqi nearly had a hundred thousand – there was no comparison.

Of course.

Compared to their first link-up, the gap between them had undoubtedly narrowed.

After all, Ling Shiqi had cut off the connection in less than a minute that time, but this time she took the initiative to reach out and seemed very familiar.

“Shu Rui, congratulations, a hundred years of guardianship is truly enviable.”

“What’s with this Ling Shiqi talking in such a weird tone?”

Zheng Jingjing and the girls were also watching Li Shuru’s live stream on their phones.

“I know her, seems like she had quite a bit of a scandalous past before she became famous.

Seducing rich heirs, cheating, you name it, not exactly a paragon of virtue.”

Guo Ran said.

But in this world, success tends to define a hero, and nobody cares about your past as long as you succeed.

Moreover, with money, even the darkest history can be washed clean.

“Is that Family Head around by any chance?”

Ling Shiqi asked, obviously she came prepared.

“No.”

Li Shuru instinctively glanced at the top contributor spot on her fan contribution leaderboard.

Not just today, Han Jiang’s Lonely Shadow had been absent for several days.

“That’s really unfortunate.”

Ling Shiqi seemed a bit regretful, then got back to business.

“So, Shu Rui, let’s play a game, shall we?

Whoever loses has to draw a turtle on their face, how’s that?”

To play a game.

That is actually code for a challenge.

It’s a way for hosts to earn income.

During a PK, a host entices fans to send gifts by playing a variety of games, and at the end of the allotted time, the host who has received the most gifts wins.

Stimulated by a sense of honor, fans generally dole out generously to help their favorite host win.

So the outcome of a PK largely depends on the size of the fan base.

“This Ling Shiqi is really scheming, isn’t this just to demoralize people?!”

Zheng Jingjing expressed strong indignation.

An anchor with nearly a million followers going up against one with less than three hundred thousand, anyone could guess the outcome.

“She must be jealous that someone became a guardian for a hundred years in Shu Rui’s live broadcast room.”

Guo Ran had not expected the live-streaming industry to be so cutthroat.

“It’s normal, such wealthy fans are rare even in the entire Starry Sky, who wouldn’t be jealous?”

Xu Siyi was looking at her phone.

Li Shuru, with no other choice, had agreed to the challenge, and a numerical value bar appeared on both sides of the screen, transforming the gifts and likes from fans into “starglow points” for everyone to see.

The actual gap was indeed vast.

Whether it was fan support or online viewers, Ling Shiqi was crushing Li Shuru.

Not even a minute into the PK, a variety of gifts started flooding the screen, and Ling Shiqi was far ahead in starglow points.

On Li Shuru’s side, even with heavy-hitters like the “Rich Young Patron” leading the charge, they were still outnumbered and could only watch helplessly as the gap widened, becoming increasingly discouraged.

Ling Shiqi, a million-fan internet celebrity, had immense influence, drawing numerous people to her live stream, which had now broken through the one hundred thousand mark in online viewers.

Meanwhile, Li Shuru had just twenty-nine thousand.

“Thank you, Jiang Chen, for the yacht.”

“Thank you, Brother Zhao, for the airplane.”

“Wow, a carnival, Boss Sun is so generous!”

Ling Shiqi’s smile was blooming like a flower as she blew kisses to the camera.

The stark contrast between the two starglow bars was becoming more glaring by the minute, and the fans in Li Shuru’s live broadcast room were anxious and troubled.

Even though losing the PK did not have much practical significance, it symbolized honor.

“Everyone, don’t send any more gifts, thank you for your support.”

Perhaps sensing an inevitable defeat, Li Shuru actually urged her fans to stop sending gifts.

“Host, you can’t give up!”

“Right, if you lose, you’ll have to draw a turtle on your face!”

“Damn, they’re bullying us because they have more people, it’s unfair!”

Rich Young Patron: To surrender now would be far too premature!

“Rich Young Patron is right!”

“Supporting Rich Young Patron!”

“Never give up!”

Inspired by the atmosphere, many who usually freeload also began to recharge their accounts.

[Bored Rice Fan]sent over a [Love Bicycle]

[Limping Cheetah]sent a [Dream Castle]

[Wablaze]sent a bouquet of[Rainbow Roses]

…

The fans did what they could, but when compared to Ling Shiqi’s multitude of supporters, their efforts were but a drop in the bucket.

“Shu Rui is going to lose.”

Zheng Jingjing looked dejected.

“Host, no more hesitation, hurry and plead to Buddha for help!”

At that moment.

The message from a fan named “Preserved Egg Superman” struck like a bolt of lightning, jolting the entire live broadcast room to attention.

“Right, hurry and plead to Buddha for help!”

“Hurry and plead to Buddha for help!”

The same message started flooding Li Shuru’s live broadcast room.

“Have you gone mad?

Pleading to Buddha, a bunch of idiots!”

Ling Shiqi’s audience, laced with mockery and scorn, flaunted their triumph.