Volume One, Chapter Three: Live Streaming Without Beauty Filters

At that moment, Avicii on the other side was stunned as well; he wanted to watch it again. But Lin Beibei suddenly looked at him and said, “I’ve finished my punishment. We’ll have a chance to meet again.”

Avicii glanced at his brothers in the livestream, who were all clamoring for more, and with a self-righteous expression, he seized the opportunity to call out to Lin Beibei, “Wait! The guys in our livestream haven’t had enough. How about you dance for us one more time?”

Avicii had just checked Lin Beibei’s profile—just a newcomer streamer, easy to manipulate.

Lin Beibei’s principle about making money was firm. “I’ve already done the punishment. If you want to see it again, one sports car will do.”

Avicii’s chin tilted slightly as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs with a sneer. “I’m a streamer with 150,000 followers, and you’ve got just over a hundred. The longer I connect with you, the more traffic you get. That makes more money than a sports car, you know? I’m giving you exposure; I’m not even asking for a car!”

Below, the freeloaders wouldn’t even spend on a sports car yet acted like they were so generous.

Lin Beibei smiled gently. “Is that so? Then, family members who want to keep watching my dance can follow me and come to my livestream. Bye-bye~”

After saying that, she hung up the connection.

Those willing to spend sincerely and genuinely interested would naturally swim over by themselves.

As for freeloaders, no matter how hard she performed, it was all for nothing.

Though eager to earn money, she wasn’t about to waste her precious time on freeloading men like these.

Avicii watched his original livestream of over a thousand viewers dwindle to just over five hundred and ground his teeth in fury!

Most of his viewers had been lured away by that money-grabbing woman just now!

At the same time, he regretted being so stingy earlier—if only he hadn’t skimped on that one sports car, his brothers wouldn’t have fled!

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In Lin Beibei’s livestream,

the audience had grown from a hundred-plus to over eight hundred.

All came to watch her dance.

Lin Beibei’s lips curved slightly as she turned her attention to TTYY.

From TTYY’s earlier remarks, it was clear he was a devoted fan of Huajiu Nong.

TTYY now asking her to dance again was surely out of admiration for her moves.

She had to seize this chance to make money. Otherwise, all her effort for TTYY earlier would have been in vain.

[TTYY sent a sports car (emoji) x1.]

One sports car cost 1,500 Soundwave coins, equivalent to 150 yuan. After the platform’s cut, she would keep 75 yuan.

Adding the 26 yuan from before, she had 101 yuan—still 1,899 yuan short of her 2,000-yuan goal!

TTYY: [Hurry up and dance, no nonsense.]

[T-ge, didn’t you say your gifts were only for real Huajiu Nong fans?]

TTYY: [This small amount doesn’t count, just consider it giving alms to beggars.]

TTYY: [Might as well enjoy the show.]

Lin Beibei laughed inwardly with disdain.

He had spent money but wouldn’t admit he liked her, instead calling it charity and amusement.

TTYY certainly had a thick skin.

Though TTYY had a bad temper and attitude, he was truly spending money!

Without hesitation, Lin Beibei stood up and danced again, not a trace of perfunctoriness on her face.

Two minutes later, 75 yuan arrived. She couldn’t fake it at all, and she was one step closer to her goal!

TTYY: [So, if I send you gifts, you’ll do anything?]

Lin Beibei: “Anything illegal or against the rules, no.”

TTYY: [How much do I have to send to meet you? Come meet me imitating Huajiu Nong.]

Imitate Huajiu Nong and meet him?

This TTYY must have gotten a taste of sweetness and gotten addicted.

As far as she knew, Huajiu Nong never agreed to offline meetings.

That was why so many men went crazy for her.

Seeing but not having—that was the most addictive.

Lin Beibei politely declined, “I’m not accepting offline meetings for now.”

TTYY: [I guess you’re afraid you look nothing like her in person and that it’ll be a disaster?]

‘Favorite Jiǔ Jiǔ,’ who had been lost in Lin Beibei’s dance, came back to reality: [Right, did you use beauty filters and carefully apply makeup so you look like her?]

Lin Beibei rested her chin on her hand, her clear, bright eyes staring into the camera, her tone calm: “I’m not using any beauty filters.”

The viewers in the livestream were stunned again!

[What?! No beauty filters?! Seriously?!]

TTYY typed just two words: [Don’t believe it.]