Chapter 127: My Car Isn’t a Car?

After resting at home in the afternoon, Jiang Yun planned to head out around five o'clock. However, just as he opened the car door to get into the driver's seat, the unease he had felt earlier while eating noodles crept back.

Jiang Yun glanced down at the car door, then tested it once more. Closing the door—everything returned to calm. Opening the door—the twitching in his right eyelid began again.

Having learned from his previous experience with the noodles, Jiang Yun shut the car door and decided to take a taxi to meet with Sister Dai at their agreed location. At the same time, a thought nagged at him internally.

“Looks like from now on, whenever I meet the third Dai, I’ll have to take a taxi.”

After all, with so many lessons learned about cars, whenever he met Sister Dai, something would inevitably go wrong with the vehicle. Usually, it was Sister Dai who had the accidents, and he was rarely the one affected. But today, since Sister Dai wasn’t driving, it seemed the accident might befall him instead.

No sooner had he finished complaining than, standing at the gate of the residential complex ready to hail a taxi, a wave of uneasiness washed over Jiang Yun again.

Jiang Yun: ...Alright, alright, I’ll just take the subway then!

He wore a face of exasperation as he made his way to the nearby subway station. Swiping his card, passing security, and boarding the subway, he found no seats available and had to stand.

After a few stops, the subway grew increasingly crowded. If not for his height, which allowed him to grasp the overhead handrails, he might have recreated the legendary scene of “Salted Fish” at the panda base, feet barely touching the ground.

“It’s fine, just endure it. Four more stops and I’ll be there,” Jiang Yun comforted himself. But the next moment, a familiar voice sounded from behind him.

“Guys, I can’t help it. I made plans with Brother Yunzi exactly for this time. What can I do if it’s rush hour? Drive? What a joke! My Porsche just came out of the repair shop—I’m not about to send it back again. Take a taxi? Do those drivers have lives or what?”

Hearing this, Jiang Yun immediately knew who it was. He turned his head and sure enough, Sister Dai had somehow squeezed onto the subway behind him.

With his physical endurance, Jiang Yun barely managed to get next to Sister Dai.

“Hey, are you talking bad about me behind my back?” Jiang Yun said.

Surprised, Sister Dai turned around. “Huh? You’re taking the subway too?”

Jiang Yun replied expressionlessly, “Is your car a car, but mine isn’t?”

Sister Dai: ...

At this moment, Sister Dai was live streaming, and her viewers burst out laughing at the exchange.

“Car: You two finally gave me a break.”

“Who gets it? This conversation is hilarious!”

“Two millionaires meeting on the subway, six.”

“Brother Yunzi isn’t just a millionaire, he’s at least a billionaire.”

“If anyone tells me astrology is superstition again, I’ll show them this clip!”

“.......”

Jiang Yun noticed Sister Dai’s phone showing the live stream and curiously asked, “You’re streaming right now?”

“Yeah, I just sealed the deal with Douyin,” Sister Dai winked.

This piqued Jiang Yun’s curiosity further. “Aren’t you a big streamer? Why such a casual live stream? Doesn’t Douyin do cover promotions or something?”

Sister Dai twitched her lips. “You really think highly of me. Just look at how many people are in my stream. Do you think I deserve a Douyin cover promotion?”

Jiang Yun glanced over.

Though the stream had plenty of engagement and likes, the online viewer count was just over 50,000.

“Your stream has so few viewers? Not even a fraction of mine?”

Jiang Yun said.

Sister Dai rolled her eyes. “Bro, I’ve been past my prime for a while. Having this many viewers is already pretty good. Besides, how many people on Douyin can even compare to you? You really think everyone has four or five hundred thousand viewers online?”

Jiang Yun recalled that Sister Dai’s peak was back in 2018, around 2018 to 2019. After 2019, with the rise of Tuanzi, Sister Dai lost a lot of traffic. Since then, they had several competitions supported by their guild, but rarely a decisive victory. Losing more often, Sister Dai’s popularity gradually declined.

By 2020, she was considered a big streamer but no longer top-tier. Coupled with the gaming community’s downturn, her real-time viewers during Douyu streams barely reached over 30,000.

“Fifty thousand is good. It’s more than most Douyin streamers, and not many in the gaming category surpass you.”

Jiang Yun comforted her.

Sister Dai pointed at her stream. “Look for yourself. What’s my stream’s title? Plus, today’s my first broadcast. A lot of big donors are in here, and Douyin is pushing traffic my way. Normally, I’d only have around 20,000 viewers.”

Jiang Yun looked closely. The stream title boldly read: [Newbie’s First Broadcast, Going Out to Eat with Brother Yunzi].

Jiang Yun: ...

Alright, alright!

“You’re treating me like a Douyin Plus, huh?”

Jiang Yun glanced sideways at Sister Dai.

Sister Dai stuck out her tongue. “It actually works. More viewers speak under your name than mine. Ever since you appeared on my stream, the audience count hasn’t dropped much.”

Indeed, as Sister Dai said, the chat was now flooded with messages about Jiang Yun.

“Brother Yunzi’s daily life, how could I miss it?”

“Where Brother Yunzi is, there must be hidden talents!”

“Brother Yunzi doesn’t need to say a word, just standing there makes me laugh.”

“Brother Yunzi’s Douyin Plus effect beats throwing money directly!”

“........”

Reading the chat, Jiang Yun smirked slightly. “Don’t imagine me as some kind of legend. I’m just a normal person who occasionally encounters some interesting things. But you all talk about me like I’m the cause of everything.”

No sooner had Jiang Yun spoken than a man’s voice rang out nearby: “Hey, how can this be my fault? Mom, listen to me—it really isn’t my problem!”

The man’s voice was loud, and his tone carried frustration, which instinctively made Jiang Yun alert. He perked up his ears.

Not just him; other passengers sensed it too.

Suddenly, the noisy subway fell noticeably silent.

The Chinese have a penchant for gossip that shone vividly at that moment.

Even those few who hadn’t caught on fell silent, embarrassed to continue talking as everyone else quieted down.

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