Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Sun Yishan's face was extremely grim.

He never imagined that someone would actually spend a fortune to compete with him for the top spot on the leaderboard.

He launched fifty carnivals in one go.

One carnival costs 3000 yuan, so fifty of them would be 150,000 yuan!

His once unshakeable number one spot was instantly pushed down to second place.

What drove Sun Yishan even more crazy was that in the past, everyone would revolve around him in the live broadcast room.

They treated him like a local tyrant.

But now, the wind has completely changed, and everyone is rushing to lick the "stinky feet" of the one who said "Meng Po won't give me soup."

"Meng Po, Meng, could it be Meng Chuan?"

Sun Yishan stared intently at the ID name, his eyes seemingly spitting fire.

Reason told him that Meng Chuan was just a poor guy from the countryside and couldn't possibly be so arrogant.

But upon seeing the character "Meng," he felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation.

[Is this what you call being rich? If you're not going to keep spending money, then apologize.]

Meng Chuan typed a line in the live stream, his words revealing his contempt for Sun Yishan.

Meng Chuan simply disliked Sun Yishan and wanted to teach him a lesson.

Of course, he was called "Dad" by viewers in the live stream.

Meng Chuan also thoroughly enjoyed this feeling.

He now finally understands why those super-rich people shower gifts on him so easily.

Just one word: cool!

"Kid, you really think you can act tough in front of me just because you have a few bucks? A measly 150,000 is just my monthly allowance. Who knows, maybe that 150,000 is your life savings? Haha, comparing your life savings to my allowance, who gave you the courage?"

Sun Yishan retorted fiercely in the live broadcast room.

Sun Yishan's words made Huo Wanxi's heart tighten, and she hurriedly said in the live broadcast room:

“Brother Meng, I’m already very grateful that you’re willing to support me. There’s no need to go to such lengths. Just message me later and give me your account number. I’ll transfer the rest back to you, except for the portion deducted by the platform.”

Huo Wanxi came from a poor family.

Just a few months ago, her parents were still running around borrowing money to pay for her tuition.

She knew all too well that 150,000 yuan might be several years' worth of hard-earned money for an ordinary person.

So she really didn't want Meng Chuan to spend so much money on her.

"This girl is alright, except for being a bit narcissistic."

Meng Chuan held his phone, watching Huo Wanxi in the live stream, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Meng Chuan did not have a good impression of her before.

But now it seems that this girl has a conscience.

But Meng Chuan ignored Huo Wanxi; his main goal today was to deal with Sun Yishan.

I also want to give the burgeoning live streaming industry a boost and let more people see the charm of live streaming.

Therefore, Meng Chuan directly provoked Sun Yishan, saying:

[Don't worry about who gave me the courage. No matter how much you spend today, I'll spend twice as much. Whoever loses is a coward. Dare to admit it?]

Meng Chuan has two or three hundred million yuan lying in the bank right now!

Moreover, the 100 billion yuan promised by Zheng Donglai is about to arrive.

When it comes to money, Meng Chuan is truly not afraid of anyone.

Okay, you said it yourself. Today I'll show you what real rich people are like.

Sun Yishan was excited.

His Sun family is, after all, a wealthy and noble family worth hundreds of billions, and his monthly allowance has never been less than 10 yuan.

Although he usually indulges in a life of extravagance, he still has a considerable amount of savings.

Immediately afterwards, Huo Wanxi's live stream was filled with carnival special effects.

Meng Chuan and Sun Yishan were both frantically browsing the Carnival.

Like snowflakes, they danced in the air, filling the entire screen with golden light.

With the emergence of more and more carnivals, Huo Wanxi's live stream has seen an unprecedented surge in popularity.

Anyone browsing Douyin at this time will almost certainly end up in Huo Wanxi's live stream.

[Which deities are having a magical battle? I just came in, can someone explain this to me?]

What happened? I thought my phone had a virus; the screen was filled with blindingly bright special effects.

[Is this what the world of the wealthy is like? Could this be a shill?]

Everyone who came in was stunned by the scene before them.

The number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed, soaring to over 10.

And it's still climbing.

Huo Wanxi is not some kind of popular celebrity.

An ordinary streamer who originally had only about 100,000 followers was able to have 100,000 people online at the same time.

If it weren't for Douyin's official efforts to maintain order, the live stream would have crashed long ago.

[Even without drinking the soup, Meng Po is still number one on the leaderboard, having already spent a million.]

[XiXi's Guardian is second on the leaderboard and has already spent over 500,000.]

[He really did it, he spent twice as much as the second-ranked player, awesome Glass!]

[Wow, my dad's so awesome! Dad, do you need another daughter or wife? Someone who can click their tongue!]

[Hey upstairs, take a good look at yourself! Is my dad looking for a wife? Dad, is Grandpa still single?]

[Damn it, if you can't be my wife, you'll be my mother? Have you no shame? Dad, I don't want a title, I'll be there whenever you call.]

Huo Wanxi's live stream chat exploded.

At this moment, Sun Yishan's face was ashen, and the gauze on his forehead was bleeding even more.

Meng Chuan's wealth and power completely exceeded Sun Yishan's expectations.

All his savings combined amounted to only one million.

They've already poured 500,000 yuan into it, but Meng Chuan seems to be in a bottomless pit.

"Damn it, I don't believe you're not worried about the money. I'll throw it all in, go ahead and keep going!"

In his dormitory, Sun Yishan was like a gambler who had lost everything.

He roared and threw in the last 500,000.

But when he finished spending the money and checked the leaderboard, he was still ranked second.

Meng Chuan has already spent over two million.

"This this……"

Sun Yishan felt a sudden darkness before his eyes.

For the first time, he was humiliated with money.

Meanwhile, Huo Wanxi's live stream had already surpassed one million viewers.

Her eyes widened as if she were dreaming.

She had never seen such a crazy amount of donations.

My mind is completely blank at this moment, and I only have one thought in my mind:

Have I achieved financial freedom at such a young age?

As Sun Yishan stopped giving virtual gifts, the special effects in the live stream gradually disappeared.

But everyone was still caught up in the madness of the moment and couldn't come to their senses for a long time.

In just half an hour, the two of them had already spent more than three million yuan on gifts.

For the first time, millions of people simultaneously experienced the madness and terror of live streaming.

[You little rascal, why did you stop? I was just warming up, are you done for?]

When the comment section was silent, Meng Chuan posted a message.

He really wasn't done yet.

Hopefully, this "battle" can continue.

Ideally, it should break the record in live streaming history, or even trend on social media.

That's much more effective than spending a lot of money on advertising.

Having finally managed to calm himself down, Sun Yishan looked at the comments Meng Chuan had posted.

Sun Yishan really wanted to curse:

With so much money, you could have any woman you wanted, so why are you arguing with me?

But now he no longer has the money to compete with Meng Chuan.

However, the next scene caused Sun Yishan to completely lose his last shred of reason.

Because the live stream was suddenly flooded with the same sentence:

[You little rascal, why did you stop? My dad was just warming up, are you done for?]

[You little rascal, why did you stop? My dad was just warming up, are you done for?]

[You little rascal, why did you stop? My dad was just warming up, are you done for?]

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