In a modest two-bedroom apartment in the bustling heart of Magic City, two young women in their twenties had just received a sudden notification.
"What? A stream at this hour?"
"But I haven't even had dinner yet."
"Fine, fine—I got it already," muttered one of the women impatiently.
The slightly flamboyant girl hung up the phone, slumping onto the sofa with a trace of disdain on her face.
"What a load of nonsense. The platform's on the verge of collapse, yet they still expect me to work overtime."
"Five or six thousand yuan a month? Are they joking? That doesn't even cover the cost of one of my handbags."
She cast a sidelong glance at the girl sitting opposite her—pure and modest in appearance.
"Ruoruo, what do you think about the company's call?"
"Ah? My thoughts?"
"Well… of course I'll stream," Ruoruo replied, a touch shyly. "Even though I've finished today's stream time, if the company asks, it's no big deal."
Gratitude and a faint sense of hope flickered in her eyes.
Earning five or six thousand a month was already a blessing. She could send money home and still have enough for her own needs.
Still, she couldn't help but worry—Sister Ran had recently mentioned that the company's finances were in dire straits. Perhaps it wouldn't last much longer.
Enough of that.
The glamorous girl's eyes gleamed with scorn. What a sweet, silly little fool.
Why had she even bothered asking for her opinion? Was she out of her mind?
This girl didn't even know how to speak like a real adult.
Scoffing, she picked up her handbag and strutted out the door.
Stream? What stream? She was off to party at the bar.
As for work—she already had her next job lined up. Getting fired? Who cared.
"Xiao Ning…"
Watching her friend walk away, Ruoruo's expression turned anxious.
She was just about to call out and ask if she truly wasn't going to stream—
But the door slammed shut with a dull thud.
She was alone again.
Meanwhile, the platform app, overwhelmed by a barrage of messages from Chu Yi's stream, saw a staggering influx of users.
Yet, they wandered aimlessly—like headless flies—until one of them noticed a banner on the main page.
"Holy hell, Chu God's actually this powerful now?"
"The whole banner is just welcoming him!"
As he scrolled down the app, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Damn, this layout is clean as hell. Looks great."
"Plus, the streamers are well categorized—beauty section is beauty, talent is talent—super intuitive!"
"I'm sold. This platform's amazing."
Pressed for time, Chu Yi had only asked his tech team to implement a few rough ideas.
But even those—borrowed from his past life—were groundbreaking in this parallel world.
They drew in fans by the thousands.
Inside a quiet stream room, Ruoruo was performing her talent with heart and soul.
She played a guzheng, and the moment her fingers danced across the strings, a cascade of ethereal music poured forth—entrancing all who listened.
"So beautiful… Ruoruo's technique is improving day by day."
"Sadly, I don't have much to tip—these hundred star sticks are all I can give."
"Yeah, StarShow's traffic is just way too low."
The viewer count in the upper corner barely passed 400.
The chat was bleak—barely a dozen messages.
The top supporter? Had spent less than a hundred yuan.
"Thank you all for your support. I'll keep trying my best," she said with a warm smile.
"If there's anything you'd like to hear, just let me know."
Despite the numbers, Ruoruo remained optimistic and earnest. She poured her all into her performance, believing that diligence would eventually bear fruit.
Then—chaos erupted.
A massive wave—no, an army—stormed into her stream.
"Chu's Army on the move—invincible in battle!"
"Follow the Chu God, feast nine times a day!"
"Charge! Destroy these weaklings on StarShow!"
"What… What's happening?!"
Seeing tens of thousands flood into her room, Ruoruo was utterly flustered.
"Yo, this girl's not bad."
Chu Yi typed a message into the stream.
"Yeah, she's got this serene elegance. Really easy on the eyes."
"Rare to find girls like this. I'm smitten."
The chat exploded.
Gifts rained down—one star planet worth over a thousand yuan after another.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!"
Ruoruo bowed her head in gratitude, overwhelmed.
"Hah, this is nothing—our boss hasn't even started yet!"
"Yeah, Chu God, show them what true generosity looks like!"
"What? This isn't already generous?"
"Top supporter's thrown in twenty grand already. Insane!"
The original viewers were dumbfounded by the onslaught.
They cowered in corners, watching the fireworks unfold.
"You call this extravagant? Clearly, you haven't seen real luxury."
"Chu God, show us what you're really made of!"
And then—
A hundred star planets, each worth two thousand yuan, lit up the screen.
Two hundred thousand.
The chat exploded in awe.
"Chu God is a legend!"
"Unbelievable!"
Ruoruo was frozen—completely speechless.
Chu Yi watched the screen with a faint smile of amusement.
After a few seconds passed, he posted a final message:
"All right, all right—don't scare the streamer. Let's check out the next room."
"Let's see if StarShow has any other 'gods' worth battling."
As quickly as they came, the flood receded.
Ruoruo, shaken, regained her composure and bowed deeply once more.
"Thank you… thank you, generous benefactor…"
But Chu Yi had already left.
The stream, once ablaze, returned to a gentle glow.
Her mood, once soaring, dipped into bittersweet quiet.
Then a message from backstage arrived.
And her heart skipped a beat.
"He… he's the owner of the company?"
A photo of Chu Yi, secretly snapped, made her cheeks blush.
Daydreams blossomed behind her twinkling eyes.
After that, Chu Yi continued visiting stream rooms, tossing generous gifts wherever he saw genuine talent.
But those who relied solely on revealing clothes and cheap seduction?
He gave them nothing—not even a glance.
His bold move made headlines on major news outlets and Weibo.
"StarShow: New Streaming Tycoon Shocks with Million-Yuan Gifting Spree"
"Rising StarShow Becomes Second-Biggest Platform After DouFish"
"A Spark Can Set the Prairie Ablaze—Is Chu Yi Slapping DouFish in the Face?"
Inside a lavish boardroom, DouFish's upper management was in chaos.
"What the hell is going on? Our user data dropped ten percent in just a few hours!"
A middle-aged man slammed the table, sending a chill through the room.
"Sir," a manager hesitantly began, "a prominent streamer named Chu Yi drew the traffic to StarShow."
"What?! He poached our users?"
"Ban him! Blacklist his account! Send a legal notice—I'll make him pay!"
He raged on, planning to orchestrate a full-scale smear campaign against StarShow.
But the room remained silent.
Not a single person responded.
Furious, the man roared, "Are you all deaf? Execute my orders—now!"
Then—someone spoke.
"Sir… Chu Yi is a shareholder in our company."
"In fact, he owns ten percent. He's the fourth-largest stakeholder."
"And the CEO of StarShow? She's rumored to be close to him."
…
Back in the nightclub, Xiao Ning was partying without a care.
She danced with abandon, flirting and enjoying the nightlife.
"Ha, what an idiot Ruoruo is. Why stream when you can party?"
But just then, her phone rang.
"Hello? What's up, girl?"
"What? A tycoon showed up on StarShow and handed out gifts like candy?"
"You're joking, right?"
"What? Ruoruo got two hundred thousand in one stream?!"
Xiao Ning's eyes widened in disbelief.
She rushed to open Ruoruo's stream room—and saw it was all true.
Two hundred thousand.
In one night.
The other streamers had also earned tens of thousands.
Rage consumed her.
Mine. All of it should've been mine.
Had she streamed, wouldn't she have earned just as much?
Why hadn't anyone told her?
Seething with resentment, she dialed the company.
Inside the conference room, Mu Qing's eyes sparkled as she gazed at Chu Yi.
This man is truly extraordinary.
In mere hours, he had revived the company from the brink.
At Chu Yi's desk, a computer screen showed Mu Xiaowan—Mu Qing's younger sister.
Her stream room now had over 800,000 viewers—thanks to Chu Yi's gift trail.
An astonishing number.
Chu Yi looked at his remaining balance with a satisfied smile.
Tonight, he would use this ten million to craft a new idol for StarShow.
Every platform needed a flagship—an iconic figure.
And so far, among all the streamers he had seen, only Mu Xiaowan and Ruoruo showed real potential.
Just as he was about to send another wave of gifts—
A breathless staff member rushed in.
"Boss, Sister Qing, I… I need your advice on something."
"Oh? Speak," Chu Yi said calmly.
"It's like this… There's a streamer under me. We reminded her to go live, but she didn't.
Now, she's complaining that we didn't tell her about the influx of viewers.
She even threatened to quit unless we give her two hundred thousand."
The staff member looked terrified.
"Two hundred thousand?" Chu Yi laughed, eyes gleaming coldly.
"She ignored our notice, and now demands a reward?"
"She dares to threaten us with such shamelessness?"
He didn't hesitate.
"Tell her to get lost."
"…What?"
"You heard me. She can leave. And if she wants to jump to DouFish—let her."
His icy gaze cut like a blade.
"Y-Yes, sir!"
The staffer scrambled out, pale as a ghost.
Mu Qing looked on with concern.
"Are you all right, Chu Yi?"
"I'm fine," he replied, flashing her a reassuring smile.
Outside the nightclub, Xiao Ning was smug.
She didn't believe for a second that Chu Yi would refuse her.
If even someone like Ruoruo could earn that much, how could they let her go?
They wouldn't dare.
Her phone rang. She answered quickly.
"Hello? Sister Ran? So—have we come to an agreement?"
"Transfer the two hundred thousand to my account, will you?"
She smiled triumphantly, already imagining how she'd spend it.
Then came the response—
"The company has decided: you're dismissed."
"You unilaterally breached your contract. You owe us fifty thousand in penalties."
"Expect a legal notice."
"What?!"
She tried to argue, but the call had already ended.
"F*ck it! I'll go to DouFish and make them regret it!"
She screamed into the phone in rage.
Little did she know—no platform would dare to take her in.