Super Rich System: From Loser to Tycoon

Chapter 8: The Super Tycoon's Lavish Display

The arrival of Fortune Baron instantly grabbed the attention of countless YouClub viewers, especially his current spree of gifting the new streamer Samantha, which set the gossip-hungry crowd abuzz with speculation.

Evan shook his head at the flurry of messages and retorted, "Who's this fool? I'm gifting on my own terms; what's it to you? Let's talk after I send ten more Super Rockets."

Without hesitation, his fingers flew across the screen as he continued his generous onslaught.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"..."

In just five minutes, he had unleashed eighty-eight Super Rockets, their effects dominating Ava's stream with an unyielding presence.

"Is he really going for ninety-nine Super Rockets?"

"Eighty-eight in five minutes, wow, now that's what I call a tycoon."

By now, the trolls were struck dumb by Evan's display, his opulence virtually palpable through their screens.

These eighty-eight Super Rockets had an unparalleled effect, swelling the crowd from a mere twenty thousand to half a million viewers in Ava's stream.

But at that moment, Samantha's stream also saw the arrival of eighty-nine Super Rockets, each banner laced with mocking taunts aimed at Evan: "Kid, you can't beat me in this game of wealth; I'll crush you!"

Evan chuckled at the banners, his reply brief but scathing: "Idiot..."

His response set off waves of reaction. This was the epitome of showboating.

While the onlookers were engrossed in their discussions, Ava concluded her song. She lifted her gaze to her computer screen, her shock so profound that she clapped a hand over her mouth.

When had this "Wealthy Smith" gifted her ninety-nine Super Rockets?!

When had her stream's viewership skyrocketed to half a million and continued to climb?!

When had the trolls all suddenly fallen silent?

"Thank you, thank you! That's enough, your money doesn't come easy!"

Ava was visibly moved, her eyes brimming with tears, her lips quivering as she repeatedly expressed her gratitude to "Wealthy Smith."

The funds from Wealthy Smith's gifts could sustain the mountain children for some time.

"Heh, this is just the beginning," Evan smirked, typing two more lines on his phone:

"Consider this my contribution to the children in the mountains!"

"And as for that so-called Fortune Baron — come on, keep it going!"

Almost simultaneously, the news from Ava's live stream was ferried over to Samantha's audience by those who reveled in stirring the pot. Evan watched the screen aglow with incendiary messages and couldn't help but chuckle knowingly. They wanted a show of wealth? He'd give them one they couldn't ignore.

With a thought, his middle finger danced rapidly over the Super Rocket button.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"..."

$2,000 Super Rockets launched one after another without pause!

Evan's flurry of activity sent Peter Warren into a rage in his private room. The top tycoon of YouClub would not be outdone. "Hmph, I'll go all in today!"

Peter's bravado matched his actions as a cascade of Super Rockets lit up Samantha's stream, drawing the gaze of many.

"Wow, that's insane!"

"Hey, record this, folks—this is the showdown of the year!"

"Go Fortune Baron! We're rooting for you!"

Peter Warren's Super Rockets climbed the virtual sky, trailing Evan's, and he didn't stop there. He added a taunting message: "I'm going to play you out of the game today; let's see how deep your pockets are!"

To his chagrin, Evan seemed oblivious to the provocation, undeterred in his own gifting spree.

"1113!"

"1114!"

"..."

Counted by an enthusiastic audience, Evan had unleashed over eleven hundred Super Rockets in just half an hour, showing no signs of stopping.

Peter Warren, on the other hand, slowed down after five hundred, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at his phone. He had given over five hundred Super Rockets—that was over two million dollars. How could this Wealthy Smith not blink at splurging such an amount, seemingly without end?

Two million dollars—that exceeded his annual spending money!

"Why waste money on streamers when you can buy cars, houses, or court models?" he thought angrily. Was Wealthy Smith's mind waterlogged?

As Peter hesitated, Evan dispatched another thirty-plus Super Rockets. Observant onlookers sensed Fortune Baron's reluctance.

"Has Fortune Baron run out of steam? His pace has really dropped."

"Is YouClub's number one tycoon being scared off by Wealthy Smith?"

Confronted with these comments, Fortune Baron felt like weeping. If only these spectators knew the weight of spending millions!

To continue or not? Either choice was a tough path. To keep on meant watching greenbacks fly away. To stop was to lose face after talking big.

"Forget it, I'm out!" Peter spat out, his recent spending spree enough to risk his father's wrath.

Who was this Wealthy Smith, spending a fortune on a single streamer so recklessly?

"Enough, enough! I'll take the hit to my pride and withdraw," Peter Warren nearly collapsed, tossing his phone aside and sinking into the KTV couch, his forehead beaded with sweat.

As for Evan? Spend money and regret? That was a foreign concept to him. The moment Peter Warren bowed out, Evan's fingers blurred into afterimages, and Ava's stream was set ablaze with rockets, dazzling like a relentless fireworks display.

"3227!"

"3228!"

"..."

In one hour, Evan had launched over three thousand Super Rockets. Without the audience's diligent tally, he wouldn't have kept track of the count himself.

As he dispatched the three thousand three hundredth Super Rocket, the frenzy of his gifting spree had already spilled over from YouClub to other streaming platforms. Curious streamers, led by their fans, flocked to Ava's stream to witness the spectacle firsthand.

Who exactly was this Wealthy Smith? An enigma whose generosity had dethroned the previously unshakable top gifter of YouClub, Fortune Baron.

An hour, over three thousand Super Rockets, $6 million dollars. Sure, YouClub had seen its fair share of million-dollar gifters, but to drop over six million in just sixty minutes? That was a feat that only Evan could claim in the annals of YouClub.

While Evan's Super Rocket spree was sending shockwaves across the streaming world, some smaller streamers were already sliding into his DMs with their own temptations.

"Rich big bro, why not drop by my stream? I'm a fresh face here and could use a guardian like you. Hehe, maybe we can 'get to know each other' at a hotel tonight?"

"Big bro, your lavish style is so dashing. Can we be friends?"

"..."