Super Rich System: From Loser to Tycoon

Chapter 7: Provocation from Fortune Baron

His words landed like a boulder in a pond, rippling through the chat.

"Who's this guy with such a big mouth, claiming to support her stream alone? Don't leave yet, guys. Let's see how he plans to hold up this stream by himself!"

"Heh, YouTube's full of these blowhards. Big guy, enough talk. Let's see some rockets before you say another word."

"If he can actually support Ava's stream all by himself, I'll eat my hat live!"

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Evan couldn't help but smirk at the absurdity of the trolls. Today, he'd show them what true wealth looked like.

After linking his bank card, he typed with a sly grin, "Well then, let's start with ninety-nine Super Rockets for a bit of fanfare, shall we?"

On YouClub, the Super Rocket was the pièce de résistance of gifts, each valued at $2,000. A single Super Rocket would trigger a platform-wide notification, a banner unfurling across every stream.

Ninety-nine Super Rockets—that was an expenditure of $198,000! And just for kicks!

Even among the truly wealthy, such spending was unheard of.

Predictably, Evan's bold statement stirred a commotion among the naysayers.

"Ha! Ninety-nine Super Rockets? You're joking! Even Mr. Warren only gifted ninety-nine this year. Do you think you can match him, a man worth tens of millions?"

"Big talk, little action. Get on with the gifting already. Anyone can boast."

"This guy's just bluffing to grab attention. Nothing to see here, folks. Let's disperse."

Evan watched the derisive comments with a cold smile playing on his lips.

Without a word, his finger tapped the screen, and the first Super Rocket was sent.

To silence these critics, he knew actions spoke louder than words.

As the Super Rocket shot across Ava's stream, YouClub's servers sent out a dazzling banner: "Wealthy Smith has gifted Ava a Super Rocket!"

"Keep it going, we're counting!"

"Where's the rest? You said ninety-nine, that's just one!"

"$2,000 is nothing! I could send one Super Rocket myself!"

Ava, immersed in her performance, adorned in chic shorts and a white tank top, remained oblivious to the growing spectacle. Lost in her music, her expression was tinged with worry.

The source of her concern was the very song she strummed and sang—a song of her own creation. She had hoped to sell it to a record label, to visit the impoverished children in the mountains with the proceeds. However, no company would buy it, fearing the wrath of the influential figure she had crossed.

With her song unsold, there was no money, and the children would miss out on sponsorship.

While Ava was lost in her thoughts, Evan, unaware of her plight, was ready to turn the tide. "Hey, beauty, let me lend a hand today. Let's take your stream to new heights!"

With that, he glanced at the mocking barrage and decisively tapped ten more times, sending out a volley of Super Rockets.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Ten Super Rockets in quick succession claimed the entire screen, relegating the trolls' comments to a forgotten corner.

Ten consecutive YouClub top banners slapped across the trolls' faces like a gauntlet thrown down in challenge.

"Damn, that's ten already! He's not seriously going for ninety-nine, is he?"

"Twenty thousand dollars in just ten clicks—could this guy be her die-hard fan?"

"Why all the fuss? It's just ten, a mere twenty thousand!"

Evan's eleven Super Rockets not only triggered a barrage of official YouClub banners but also drew a flood of spectators to Ava's stream. In mere moments, her audience soared from a few hundred to twenty thousand—all there to witness "Wealthy Smith," the magnate, in his extravagant display.

"Who is this Wealthy Smith, unleashing eleven Super Rockets in a row? Talk about rich and capricious!"

"Brother, swing by my room next, will ya? Gift me one too."

Within the swell of twenty thousand, sharp eyes quickly recognized Ava.

"Doesn't this streamer look familiar? Like a child star, maybe?"

"Ava? It really is Ava! Wasn't she in the movies? What's she doing live streaming?"

"Wow, it's the Ava who got shelved!"

As Evan's Super Rockets electrified Ava's stream, a lavish, flirtatious party was unfolding in a private room on the second floor of Manhattan KTV. Four corpulent men and eight stunning, sensual girls filled the space; the men drinking lavishly while the girls danced wildly under the neon lights, their fair skin glistening seductively.

"Mr. Warren, this one's for you," slurred a bald man, raising his glass to the evening's protagonist.

Peter Warren, a locally notorious scion of Lumina City, was the son of real estate magnate Raymond Warren and related to a high-ranking government official. Flaunting his family's wealth and influence, he was known for his brazen behavior.

"Cheers!" Peter Warren, with a girl wrapped around his waist, tossed back his drink in one gulp.

His phone buzzed amidst the revelry. After a glance at the caller ID, he pushed the girl aside and hushed the crowd with a shushing gesture: "Hey, Samantha, aren't you streaming? What's up calling me?"

Samantha, a voluptuous streamer he had met just two days prior, had legs for days and curves in all the right places. To get acquainted, Peter had showered her with gifts in her stream.

"Mr. Warren, someone’s splurging on Super Rockets on the platform, says they'll gift ninety-nine! I want some too, and I can unlock new positions for you!"

"Deal. Make me happy, and you'll get anything you want," Peter replied, his eyes alight with lust, spurred on by Samantha's provocative offer. He licked his lips, "Let them witness the might of Fortune Baron. I'm the top gifter on YouClub, after all!"

Seeing the impact of his eleven Super Rockets, Evan allowed himself a small smile. He glanced at Ava, still oblivious to the commotion as she continued her performance, and typed coolly: "The warm-up's done. Now for the real show!"

But less than a minute after his message, a jarring note cut through the platform. A YouClub banner broadcast a brash challenge across the skies: "Stop the act. Where you came from, go back. Don't show off here, you're not worthy!"

"Wow, Fortune Baron! The number one tycoon on YouClub!"

"Looks like Fortune Baron's gifting a streamer named Samantha. Is he about to have a wealth showdown with Wealthy Smith?"

"Heh, a wealth battle? Wealthy Smith is no match for Fortune Baron. He's not even fit to carry the man's shoes!"

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