Chapter 137: Powerful Enough to Rewrite the Rules!
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“Brothers... I never expected that guy to be the first to break the record. I underestimated him. But I still have twenty million left. I should be able to make another push. What if he stops after reaching a hundred million?”
“I’ll take one more gamble. Maybe his original goal was only a hundred million. I could borrow some more from my friends. If I don’t reclaim first place, won’t I become a laughingstock? I absolutely can’t let that happen!”
Although Wang Minglou’s tone was filled with defiance, his words and actions revealed how guilty he already felt.
He was competing with Lin Fan purely with a gambler’s mentality. In truth, he had already become heavily indebted.
He had borrowed tens of millions and had no idea how he would repay the money afterward.
After being egged on by the viewers, Wang Minglou refused to fall behind and decided to take one final gamble.
However, when he returned to Lin Mu’s livestream, he saw that Lin Fan had already begun a third round of tipping.
In less than half an hour, Lin Fan tipped another ten million!
And he still showed no sign of stopping.
Even after Wang Minglou had spent every last bit of money in his account, he still had not caught up with Brother Mumu. By then, Brother Mumu’s total tips had reached one hundred and thirty million, and he was still tipping.
Wang Minglou’s total had only just reached one hundred and nine million!
After both men broke the record, Lin Mu could no longer sit still.
An hour earlier, when Lin Fan had broken the record, she had already become a trending topic.
Headlines such as “Mysterious Tycoon Tips Over One Hundred Million to Rising Star Lin Mu,” “Two Rich Second-Generation Heirs Throw Money Around to Compete for the Little Fairy,” and “First Streamer in History to Receive Over Two Hundred Million in Tips” had successively occupied the trending charts.
The commotion had even drawn the attention of the relevant authorities and news media, who began warning people against excessive extravagance.
Even senior executives from Doyin had called her, suggesting that she end the livestream.
As a result, Lin Mu could not withstand the pressure and ended the broadcast ahead of schedule, without waiting until midnight.
But the popularity of her livestream did not diminish in the slightest, because Lin Fan and Wang Minglou still had not stopped tipping.
The comments in the livestream were no longer filled with ridicule toward Lin Fan. They had turned into expressions of awe and admiration. Everyone was speculating about Lin Fan’s identity and wondering how he could possibly overpower Wang Minglou.
Only when his total tips reached one hundred and forty million did Lin Fan finally stop.
Then, more than two hours later, he sent his first comment.
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【Brother Mumu: Young Master Ming, are you still refusing to admit defeat? Shall we continue?】
The moment Lin Fan posted the comment, the livestream erupted.
“Holy crap! Brother Mumu is the real god! He tipped one hundred and ten million tonight alone! That’s insane!”
“Brother Mumu, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have mocked you earlier. So it really is true that there’s always someone greater, and there’s always someone beyond the heavens!”
“I’m dying to know who Brother Mumu really is. Even Young Master Ming doesn’t dare say a word now. He can’t even figure out Brother Mumu’s identity. That’s terrifying!”
“Go check the trending charts! The authorities have been alerted. They’re even demanding that Doyin change its rules—no individual will be allowed to tip more than one hundred million, and daily tips can’t exceed twenty million. The new rules will take effect tomorrow!”
Lin Fan glanced at his phone and saw that the news alerts were exactly as the viewers had described.
Several reports mentioned the tipping frenzy that had shaken the internet that night.
Some even mentioned Lin Mu.
At that moment, Lin Fan received a message from Lin Mu:
“It’s all your fault! You’ve gotten me summoned for questioning by the authorities, and they even asked whether I was suspected of money laundering. They’re threatening to shut down my livestream! Tell me, what am I supposed to do?”
Lin Fan replied with a quick-witted solution:
“When the others call you later, just say that you don’t know either me or Wang Minglou. Say you had no idea we would end up competing online. Later, issue a statement saying that all the tips received in your livestream will be donated.”
“I’ll find someone to bring down the public attention. In a couple of days, everything will be fine. Plenty of MCN companies and business owners have tipped tens of millions before, haven’t they? Tonight’s incident won’t have any impact on you. Relax...”
After sending the message, Lin Mu did not reply.
Lin Fan knew that she must be busy explaining everything to the officials.
He had also received a call from a senior executive at Doyin, but after he identified himself, the other party had instead asked whether he had any requests.
Lin Fan had only one request: he wanted Doyin to find a way to reduce the public attention surrounding the incident.
Soon afterward, Lin Fan saw that all the trending news concerning Lin Mu had been removed or deliberately suppressed and pushed down the rankings.
Her livestream, however, was not shut down. On the contrary, more and more curious viewers continued pouring into it to ask for updates.
In Wang Minglou’s livestream, ninety percent of the viewers were asking whether he knew who Brother Mumu really was.
At that moment, Wang Minglou looked utterly dejected. He lay sprawled in his chair, defeated.
He was livestreaming from the study of his own villa, his entire body slumped as if he had been drained of all strength. Every few minutes, he had to answer another phone call.
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By then, it was already past midnight.
After Wang Minglou finished another phone call, Lin Fan logged into his livestream using Brother Mumu’s account.
The moment everyone saw Brother Mumu enter Wang Minglou’s livestream, they frantically flooded the comments with questions about Lin Fan’s identity.
“Brother Mumu, did you come here to show off? Can you reveal your identity?”
“Of course Brother Mumu came to mock Young Master Ming! He’s here to watch Young Master Ming make a fool of himself. What else would he be here for?”
“I wonder whether Young Master Ming will admit defeat. He already owes a lot of people money. Brother Mumu barely lifted a finger and spent one hundred million. That’s what a real tycoon looks like!”
The comments were filled with both sarcastic remarks and expressions of admiration for Lin Fan.
Seventy percent of the viewers had taken Lin Fan’s side, saying that he had thoroughly crushed Wang Minglou’s arrogance and wounded his pride.
Because of that night’s tipping frenzy, many people had finally seen just how unimaginable the world of rich heirs truly was.
Lin Fan still posted only one comment.
“If you’re still not convinced, shall we continue? I can have the authorities change the rules so that only Lin Mu’s livestream is allowed to receive tips exceeding twenty million. What do you say? Do you dare keep gambling?”
Just as expected, the moment Wang Minglou saw the comment, he promptly blocked and muted Lin Fan.
That move, however, earned him a storm of condemnation from the viewers.
“I never expected Young Master Ming to be so petty. At the beginning, he was shouting slogans loud enough to shake the heavens, but now he doesn’t even have the courage to reply to Brother Mumu!”
“Exactly! And he had the nerve to call other people country bumpkins. It turns out he’s the real one!”
“He’s an indebted rich heir now, and you people are still kissing up to him? What a joke! In my opinion, Young Master Ming isn’t even worthy of tying Brother Mumu’s shoes!”
The moment those mocking comments appeared, Wang Minglou completely lost control.
“You worthless losers think you’re qualified to judge me? When I wake up tomorrow, I’ll still be living the luxurious life of a wealthy man. You poor bastards earning three thousand a month—if you begged to be my slaves, I’d still think you were too filthy!”
“Some people may have money, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they have power or influence...”
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