“Monkey King, you’ve lost your third place.”
“Monkey King got his spot stolen.”
“Brother Roast Duck is insane. He’s already spent 230,000 yuan and still hasn’t stopped.”
Monkey King typed, “Bro, stop.”
He had no intention of sending more Carnivals to reclaim third place.
The second-ranked user, “The Wind Blows, the Chill Remains,” was also called into the livestream.
“Bro, there’s no point spending here. Switch to another streamer—you’ll be happier.”
Wind Bro had spent 400,000 yuan on Sun Yiyao and had even flown from the north to Donghai City to meet her.
He spent 20,000 yuan on a meal, only to receive a simple “Thank you, Brother.”
Viewers began to speculate why the top three donors were all telling Brother Roast Duck to stop.
Could it be that none of them had gotten what they wanted from the streamer, so they had fallen out with her?
They were all wealthy men and cared about their image. Some things couldn’t be said outright, or it would make them look petty.
There had once been a top donor in Lin’an City who spent 300,000 yuan on a female streamer and arranged an offline meeting.
When he failed to sleep with her, he became furious, printed out their chat records, and plastered them on the streets.
He demanded a refund of his gifts, and the two even got into a physical fight, completely losing face.
Chen Qi typed, “I’m just watching her dance, and that’s enough for me.”
Jin Jianlong sat in his office, staring at his phone with a displeased expression.
“Unappreciative… just another fool throwing money away.”
He had spent about 600,000 yuan in Sun Yiyao’s livestream—not much compared to what he had spent on other streamers, where he had dropped over 1 million yuan each.
But those million-yuan expenditures had been satisfying. Things went smoothly, and he got what he wanted.
Everyone knew what top donors in livestreams were after, but such things couldn’t be said openly. After all, the platform promoted “clean streaming.”
With Sun Yiyao, however, he had hit a wall.
After becoming her top donor, he did manage to meet her offline.
Her looks were almost identical to what he saw online—a natural beauty.
After dinner, Jin Jianlong hinted and even directly suggested going to a hotel, promising to give her more money afterward.
But Sun Yiyao firmly refused.
That meant he had spent 600,000 yuan just for a meal—and he had even paid for the meal himself. He didn’t even get to hold her hand.
The second and third-ranked donors had similar experiences. They spent money, met her, and couldn’t even hold her hand.
Although Jin Jianlong was angry, he couldn’t use force. If she accused him of assault, his life would be over.
However, as the top donor, his words carried weight in the livestream. Whenever someone new tried to climb the rankings for Sun Yiyao, he would come out and warn them.
Jin Jianlong sent Chen Qi a private message.
“Bro, even if you become the top donor, it’s useless. This woman is greedy and pretentious.”
“If you want to sleep with a streamer, go find another one. With the money you’ve already spent, you could’ve done it elsewhere.”
His words did have some effect on the livestream’s popularity. Without wealthy users leading the gifting, it was hard to keep the hype going.
Even agencies wouldn’t keep supporting one streamer forever. With so many streamers under them, they preferred focusing on top-tier ones.
Chen Qi happened to be checking the private messages Sun Yiyao had sent him, asking him to add her on WeChat.
By now, his inbox had dozens of messages.
“Boss, need a massage? 5,000 yuan, I can fly anywhere.”
“Brother Roast Duck, I’m your long-lost brother.”
“Brother Shao, do you like Nantong?”
“Brother, I can dance too. Come to my livestream.”
“Brother Shao, I’m very hot. Add me on WeChat and I’ll show you.”
All kinds of chaotic messages made his head spin.
“‘Brother Long from the Streets’? Isn’t that the top donor? Why is he messaging me?”
Chen Qi had thought there would be some dramatic confrontation or face-slapping moment, but after opening the message, he realized the guy was just sharing his experience—telling him not to waste money here.
Chen Qi thought to himself, if she were that easy, I wouldn’t even be interested.
Carnival ×80, ×90, ×100…
Chen Qi suddenly felt that throwing money like this was tiring. His fingers were starting to ache.
Seeing that Chen Qi still hadn’t stopped, Jin Jianlong gave up trying to persuade him and cursed under his breath, “Idiot.”
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Sun Yiyao was dancing “Catwalk,” her expression perfectly controlled. Even after seeing the Carnivals exceed 100, she didn’t scream.
But inside, she was already overwhelmed with excitement.
She had been a streamer for nearly a year and had only ever seen such scenes in other people’s livestreams. She never expected it to happen to her.
Every year, many people rose to fame overnight online. Tonight, that overwhelming fortune had finally fallen on her.
What Chen Qi was giving her wasn’t just money or Carnivals—it was her future.
The viewers drawn in by the flood of gifts had already surpassed 500,000.
Chen Qi continued until he had sent 333 Carnivals before stopping. The 1 million yuan he had recharged was completely spent, leaving only 1,000 yuan in his account.
It was already late after the night snack, and by the time he finished his bath, it was almost 1 a.m.
After repeatedly sending gifts, his eyes felt exhausted.
Drowsiness hit, and he typed in the comment section, “Done spending. I’m off.”
“Damn, are all big shots this calm?”
“Booked for tomorrow’s trending list.”
“Rich people spend 1 million like it’s nothing.”
“Is this Principal Wang’s alt account?”
“Brother Shao, are you leaving? Good night~” Sun Yiyao said sweetly.
Before going to sleep, Chen Qi added Sun Yiyao on WeChat. Without waiting for her to accept, he tossed his phone aside and fell asleep.
Sun Yiyao, however, couldn’t sleep at all that night.
Her follower count skyrocketed from 180,000 to 850,000, and it was still climbing every second.
She calculated that Chen Qi’s 333 Carnivals were worth 999,000 yuan.
After the platform took half, the agency took another half, and then 45% tax was deducted, she would receive just over 130,000 yuan.
Besides Chen Qi’s gifts, many viewers drawn by him also sent gifts.
That night, Sun Yiyao earned 200,000 yuan.
If she could capitalize on this wave of traffic, even without Chen Qi, she could live well just by relying on her growing fanbase.
An hour after Chen Qi fell asleep, both he and Sun Yiyao appeared on trending searches.
“Douyin’s Million-Yuan Roast Duck Appears”
“Mysterious Brother Roast Duck Spends 1 Million in Tips”
Previously, a streamer named Dong from New Oriental had received 600,000 yuan in one night and stayed on trending for two days.
Another streamer, Mr. Tree, had received millions in tips and remained trending for over a week.
Chen Qi’s 1 million yuan would likely keep him trending for two or three days as well.
Sun Yiyao continued dancing and chatting in her livestream. She finally ended the stream at 3 a.m., exhausted.
Chen Qi slept until 10 a.m. the next morning. As he asked the Butler Li to prepare lunch, Li reminded him that the three-day stay in the Presidential Suite was about to end and asked whether he wanted to extend it.
“I almost forgot. Extend it for another four days.”
He hadn’t bought anything for No.1 Park Residence yet. He planned to buy furniture today, and if things went quickly, he could move in within two or three days.
Even though Butler Li had seen many wealthy people, he was still slightly shocked by this young man.
Staying in a Presidential Suite for an entire week—700,000 yuan—and not even blinking.
As if it weren’t a suite costing 100,000 yuan per night, but just a 200-yuan budget hotel.
Just what kind of family did he come from?
In the private kitchen of the Presidential Suite, a personal chef was preparing Chen Qi’s lunch.
Over the past three days, Chen Qi had already spent more than 30,000 yuan just on lunches in the suite.
Although the private chef was part of the suite’s service, the ingredients were charged separately.
For today’s lunch, Chen Qi ordered an Eastern Star Grouper with abalone rice.
In one word—delicious.