Chapter 62: People of Sichuan and Chongqing Never Believe in Gods!

First, the woman who was thought to be a scammer turned out to be a police officer, and then a major case arose from a platform switch. Jiang Yun single-handedly dominated the top two spots on Douyin's trending searches. In just one afternoon, his Douyin followers increased by over two million, and the number continued to rise, soon to break the ten million mark.

Seeing this, Jiang Yun had a hunch that if he started a livestream now, the number of viewers would reach an unprecedented high. However, he chose not to go live. As he'd always said, he could, but there was no need. The reason he switched from Shark Live to Douyin in the first place was because he didn't want streaming to interfere too much with his life.

Since obtaining the system, Jiang Yun had always regarded streaming as merely a means to earn system rewards. He wasn't particularly invested in the act itself.

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The trending topic "Tragedy Caused by Platform Switching" gained incredible momentum. After all, this case involved two issues highly relevant to current society: women and human trafficking. It took less than three hours from being posted to reaching the number one spot on the trending list. Jiang Yun, whose role in the case was irreplaceable, became known to an even wider audience.

The moment the topic hit number one, Jiang Yun’s Douyin followers surpassed ten million. By midnight, the comments under his latest video were filled with viewers urging him to go live.

"It's almost midnight! Open the door!"

"Yunzi, open up! It's your daddy!"

"Yunzi, open up! Dada came to see you!"

"Are you planning on being late again today?"

"Open up, or I'll report you!"

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Not only were the video comments filled with such messages, but many also sent Jiang Yun private messages. Although Douyin only allows strangers to send one message each, the sheer number of people messaging was overwhelming! Jiang Yun’s notifications were constantly refreshing, making it impossible for him to browse Douyin in peace.

Helpless, Jiang Yun had no choice but to use his system-rewarded streaming equipment to start the livestream ahead of schedule.

Because Jiang Yun had recently been starting his streams around midnight, as soon as the clock struck twelve, a flood of fans were already waiting on his follower list. The moment the stream began, seventy to eighty thousand viewers rushed in instantly.

"Are you planning on being late again today?"

"Apologize! You’re really late this time!"

"No more excuses, right? It's your own fault!"

"Apologize! Or I'm unfollowing and reporting!"

"Hurry up and apologize!"

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Seeing the barrage of apology demands, Jiang Yun curled his lip and said, "Yell, yell, yell—what are you yelling for? I was planning to start at two, but you lot wouldn't stop spamming the inbox, making it impossible for me to even browse Douyin. If anyone should apologize, it's you! Hurry up, apologize!"

Hearing this, the chat was instantly filled with question marks.

"?????"

"First time here—has the streamer always been this arrogant?"

"Wait, I just joined and I have to apologize?"

"I refuse! Why should I apologize when I just got here?"

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Having been through this before, Jiang Yun didn’t waste words. He sent out a ten-thousand diamond lucky bag, and the password, as always, was: "Sorry, streamer, I was wrong."

Instantly, the chat demanding apologies turned into a flood of apologies to Jiang Yun.

Seeing him pull this stunt again, the original complainers were left speechless. How were they supposed to win at this game?

At that moment, Jiang Yun announced, “Heading out now—today’s an outdoor stream. This afternoon, Dull Girl called and asked me to pretend to bump into her so she could get some of my traffic. Let’s go let her have some—just don’t let her in.”

No sooner had he spoken than special effects from gifts appeared on the screen.

"Dull Girl sent Brother Yun a Douyin Carnival x1."

"Dull Girl sent a super comment: 'I’m in your stream!'"

Seeing the gift, Jiang Yun was speechless.

“Oh? Did something just float across my stream? I didn’t quite catch it—how strange!” he said, putting on an exaggerated face.

The audience teased him immediately.

"Well, well, talking behind someone’s back and got caught!"

"Brother Yun: So awkward~"

"I’m embarrassed for him, even through the screen."

"Is the streamer still going to pretend to bump into her?"

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"Ahem!" Jiang Yun coughed twice and continued, "Well, I don’t know what just floated by, but we’ll stick to the plan—let’s go pretend to run into Ol’ Dull Third."

With that, Jiang Yun took the elevator to the underground parking lot, ready to drive to the meeting place.

But as soon as he got in the car, the chat was flooded with three huge words: Wei Ma Ye.

Some even spent money to request a song!

"User Brain-Fried Agent sent the song 'Dark Street' (Cantonese DJ version) to the streamer."

"Every night!"

"Breathe these in, let sweet dreams borrow for a while!"

"Every night!"

"Hiding in the truck, exposed by the moonlight!"

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As the pulsing DJ music filled his stream, the corners of Jiang Yun's mouth twitched. But anticipating this meme before going live, he simply turned up the music and drove toward the night market, letting his viewers enjoy themselves.

Before long, Jiang Yun arrived at his usual parking spot. He’d parked here twice before: once for a ticket, once for the Wei Ma Ye meme. This was the third time.

As soon as Jiang Yun got out, the chat started urging him:

"Brother Yun, do you really want to park here again?"

"All right, all right, you really dare park here again? Don’t you know this spot is cursed for you?"

"Brother Yun, let’s pick another spot—this one’s really unlucky!"

"This place has bad feng shui. Park somewhere else."

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Jiang Yun scoffed at the comments. “Bad feng shui? Nonsense! We people from Sichuan and Chongqing never believe in gods—because we’re gods ourselves!”

As if to prove his point, Jiang Yun pulled a big loudspeaker from the trunk, and walked toward the night market shouting, “Ol’ Dull Third, are you here yet? I’m here—come out!”

“Ol’ Dull Third, you called me here—why are you hiding?”

"Got the guts to call me but not to show up, huh, Ol’ Dull Third?"

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Jiang Yun, utterly unfazed, called for Dull Girl with the loudspeaker. His antics left his viewers in stitches.

“I see it now, Brother Yun really is a god.”

“Folks, this one’s the real deal.”

“Sometimes I’m genuinely concerned about Brother Yun’s mental state.”

“People from Sichuan and Chongqing don’t believe in gods, because you all look a little godly yourselves.”

“I’m really curious where Dull Girl is right now.”

“Will Dull Girl even dare answer after hearing that?”

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