Chapter 32: Streamer, I Beg You, Save My Father!
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Jiang Zhiyue hurriedly pulled out her phone and pointed indignantly at an icon on the screen. “This Orange Video thing!”
“That shouldn’t be happening, should it? Little Jiang, why don’t we try again?”
Orange Video was the largest video-sharing platform around, with an enormous user base.
As far as he knew, as long as you could become popular and bring traffic to the platform, even superstitious content—or something bordering on indecency—would be tacitly permitted.
How could she possibly have been banned?
Jiang Zhiyue thought it over. The last time she had tried livestreaming had been three years ago. Perhaps the rules had changed since then.
So, after hurriedly finishing her meal, she decided to give it a try.
Pei Heng was right. The online traffic really was far greater than anything they could attract by setting up a stall on the street.
She had tried livestreaming before precisely because she coveted the platform’s traffic. Who could have known that everything would collapse halfway through?
Once she made up her mind, she acted quickly. She logged into her old video account and prepared to test the waters.
She had not logged in for three years, yet unexpectedly, she still had over a hundred followers. Compared with when she had first started, how had her following actually grown?
There were also dozens of private messages in the background. Most of them asked why she had stopped livestreaming or which platform she had moved to.
Pei Heng’s modern mind really was useful. Without her having to worry about much, he had already prepared everything for her broadcast.
The promotional title for the livestream was:
“Master Little Jiang Takes Orders Online: Ghostbusting, Evil Banishing, Fortune-Telling, and Feng Shui!”
What surprised Jiang Zhiyue was that the moment she went live, quite a few of her old followers received notifications and clicked into the room.
She glanced at the viewer count: three.
[Huh? What? The ancient livestreamer I followed has come back to life?]
[Streamer! I searched everywhere for you! Where have you been all this time? I looked on every platform and couldn’t find you!]
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Looking at the comments, Jiang Zhiyue was so moved that her heart nearly melted.
Everyone speaking was one of her longtime followers. They had not given up on her despite all these years, while she herself had given up and chosen to lie low.
And what had that gotten her?
Reality had proven that everyone needed a job of their own. You could not rely on anyone else.
She cleared her throat. “Ahem, hello, everyone! I’m so happy you still remember me. Starting today, I’m back!”
“Ghostbusting, evil banishing, fortune-telling, and feng shui consultations—I’m taking orders online. One thousand yuan per online reading, with no refunds! If the matter can’t be resolved online, the fee for an in-person visit will be discussed separately!”
Before she could finish, several viewers who had wandered into the livestream began voicing their displeasure.
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[One thousand yuan for a reading, with no refunds? You’re a newcomer, and you actually have the nerve to say that?]
[Exactly. No wonder young people these days don’t want to work honestly. Money really is easy to make online. Surely no fool would actually fall for this sort of scam?]
[You’re so pretty, streamer. Just put on a little dress and twist around a bit. Wouldn’t some wealthy big brother come running? Why choose to scam people instead?]
[Where did these trolls come from? As one of the streamer’s longtime followers, let me tell you: one thousand yuan per reading is absolutely worth every penny.]
[That’s right! Pick me, streamer, pick me! I’m a person with spiritual roots. I really do have something urgent to ask about!]
[Oh, a newcomer already has money to hire shills? Quite an investment. I’m leaving.]
Jiang Zhiyue could not be bothered with the haters in the comments. They were not her customers, and she had no intention of wasting time on them.
She looked toward the camera. “Let’s hold a giveaway. Anyone who wants to participate can click the lucky-bag icon in the upper-right corner of the screen.”
As she spoke, Pei Heng immediately sent out a lucky bag set to open in ten seconds.
Ten, nine, eight… two, one.
The countdown ended quickly.
Only two longtime followers had entered the giveaway.
The winner was a viewer whose username was Mango Pomelo Sago.
[Ah! I actually won! Thank you, brothers and sisters, for letting me have it!]
[You’re about to be fleeced, and you’re still this happy. If you have so much money you don’t know what to do with it, donate it to an orphanage.]
[The person above is ridiculous. It’s her own money, so she can spend it however she likes. Does she have to donate it? Can’t she spend it on making herself happy?]
[Exactly. I hate people who think they’re entitled to control someone else’s wallet!]
Jiang Zhiyue immediately sent a connection invitation to the longtime follower who had won the lucky bag.
The other party accepted almost instantly, and the viewer with the username Mango Pomelo Sago appeared in the livestream.
She was a young girl with a slightly chubby baby face and round, fleshy cheeks.
“Hi, streamer! Hello, everyone. I can’t believe I really won the lucky bag. I’m so excited!”
[Milk Tea Girl, run! Don’t let this unscrupulous streamer trick you out of the money you paid for that lucky bag.]
[What clear eyes. Are you a college student, Mango Pomelo Sago? Why haven’t you downloaded the anti-fraud app?]
In the video, Mango Pomelo Sago pursed her lips unhappily as she read the comments. She had not been scammed at all. These people simply did not know how capable the streamer was.
Three years ago, she had watched Jiang Zhiyue’s livestreams. Of course she knew what the streamer could do.
Pei Heng had placed a one-thousand-yuan item in the shopping cart beneath the livestream. In his opinion, sending gifts was inefficient, since the platform would take half the money.
Besides, livestreams did not allow a payment QR code to be displayed directly. The best solution was to list an item and have the winner purchase it exclusively.
Before long, Mango Pomelo Sago had completed the payment.
“Thank you for your support, miss. What would you like to ask about?”
Mango Pomelo Sago lowered her voice. “Streamer, I suspect my father has been possessed by a female ghost. Can you help me?”
“Hm? Tell me more.”
The viewers in the room who had initially been disdainful and were preparing to leave stopped in their tracks. They decided to stay and see what happened.
Mango Pomelo Sago continued:
“It’s like this. My dad went traveling some time ago. After he came back, I felt that he had changed. He became very effeminate. Do you know what I mean?
“Not only did his voice become rather high-pitched, but even the way he walks became extremely strange.
“Several times, I’ve seen him unconsciously wiggle his hips a few times. My dad was never like this before. Streamer, please help me!”
Jiang Zhiyue listened carefully. “Can you let me see your father?”
Whether he was possessed by a ghost or not, she would be able to tell with one glance.
“I can. It’s the weekend, so my dad happens to be home. But I’m still a little afraid to interact with him. I’ve been locking myself in my room.”
Jiang Zhiyue comforted her. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
Mango Pomelo Sago gathered her courage and was just about to get up when knocking sounded from outside the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Lili, open the door. Dad cut some fruit for you.”
Mango Pomelo Sago immediately panicked. The courage she had finally managed to summon drained away, leaving her flustered and helpless.
“Ah, streamer, what should I do? What should I do? My dad is knocking on my door! But I’m too scared to open it!”
[Holy crap! I have to admit, that sudden knocking scared me too.]
[Wait, did anyone else notice that this young woman’s dad really did sound rather effeminate just now? What normal man can force his voice into a pitch like that?]
[If this is scripted, I’ll eat my own shoe!]
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