Chapter 772: Tian Weiwei Livestream

Yang Qing stared blankly at the online changes.

I haven't made a move yet.

At least let me show off a bit; how can I increase popularity without performing?

Now this old man is 76, this account already has no popularity left.

Tian Weiwei's account is a bit better; its popularity hasn't dissipated yet.

It's mainly because everyone's gossip hearts are too strong.

"Miss Tanaka, why are you with that old fogey Yang Qing?"

"What's your relationship?"

"Miss Tanaka, did he impose his unspoken rules on you…?"

Of course there are also people who know the inside story.

"Sister Tian, when are you returning to Gangdao? We miss you."

These are fans, or fans who know the inside story.

Of course there are also little trolls.

"Hehe, don't ask, she won't say. As early as the 1980s, she was already with the Yang Family's eldest son."

"Why be with Yang Qing? Because that's his father-in-law."

"Isn't that wrong? Yang Fan's wife isn't He Jin'er, is she?"

"Those upstairs are too young; the two Yang brothers in Gangdao are called 'human-shaped little Teddies'; no one knows how many women they've had, let alone the children."

"The Yang Family are the emperors of Gangdao; having a harem is quite normal."

"Miss Tanaka, is this really true…………"

"No, my goddess, I don't believe it; don't say it…………"

Tanaka saw the comments in the video, her expression shifting.

"Damn it, how do these people know everything?"

She glanced at her father-in-law.

"Dad, they're calling me a mistress, a fox spirit………"

"It's so harsh………"

Yang Qing looked at his own, "Damn it, the insults are even harsher………"

All are envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Yang Qing silently cursed: if it weren't for me, you coming to Jingcheng couldn't even find a place to stay, let alone an affordable inn in the inner city.

Nowadays, most people who come to Jingcheng to play live inside the Second Ring; stepping out puts you at a scenic spot, staying in old buildings, and you can even experience the life of nobles and aristocrats.

The buildings inside the Second Ring are now almost entirely in the hands of Red Sea Company.

The courtyard Yang Qing rents like this requires paying huge rent every year.

And it's not a long-term lease.

All courtyards, big and small, not rented to private individuals, have been put to commercial operation.

Small courtyards, small alleys—everywhere are places to live and play.

There are also various cultural and entertainment companies.

Even the Jingcheng government offices have moved out.

This is all thanks to Yang Qing's efforts; otherwise these old buildings would have long become tools for others to swindle money.

Sigh, these little trolls are really annoying.

"Just don't look; look at me—I don't look, let them curse, if I don't see it I don't know, and that'll piss them off."

Seeing her father-in-law's childish look, Tanaka rolled her eyes.

"Never mind, I'm going to start a livestream; Dad, help me pull some viewers."

Yang Qing's face instantly darkened.

Is this to make him attract hatred?

Seeing Tanaka's pleading look, Yang Qing opened his mouth and nodded.

Yang Qing also sighed; with such a big thing happening at home, not a single one of those old women came back.

Tanaka Yuko started the livestream, and the management immediately redirected the traffic over.

As soon as the video opened, two heads appeared, researching the livestream.

Yang Qing has never dealt with this stuff; he really doesn't know how to play it.

He just directed Tanaka Yuko.

"First don't worry about anything else, quickly turn off that gift."

"Look, it's brushing."

"Are we short of money? Are these people stupid?"

"Does each of them earn a monthly salary of ten thousand?"

"Just let those who can't even count this amount of money brush it."

"Let me tell you, the poorer people are, the better they can pretend; you can't give such people a good face."

"Can't tell reality from fantasy; do you think brushing a gift makes you a big shot?"

"Your grandpa is your grandpa."

Yang Qing's words instantly broke through countless people's defenses; this mouth is truly toxic.

Tanaka fumbled around for a while and finally found the place to turn off gift brushing; she raised her hand and switched it off.

Lowering her head, she saw on the subtitles a torrent of abuse.

Dad, how about we turn off the subtitles too?

Yang Qing shook his head.

Don't worry, these people are narrow‑minded; they won't even let others type, so where should we vent this anger?

We can't let them go home and beat their kids or wives, can we?

Besides, there are those single losers with no partner; in real life they have no presence. If we don't let them vent now, brush up their presence, we'll just make people depressed.

In today's society, pressure is huge and there's nowhere to vent, so many people just hope to insult people online to stay sane.

Yang Qing's words once again left countless people emotionally shattered.

Tanaka watched as more and more people entered the live broadcast room, and the insulting comments flooded in like a waterfall.

Don't scold my dad, or he'll run away soon.

It's not easy to get him to cooperate.

Yang Qing then disagreed.

Saying that, I'm not your husband—why should you be able to call me whenever you want?

If my wife weren't away, I wouldn't want to come here and let people scold me.

Subtitles

Damn, she's not home?

Is it what I thought? So exciting?

Anyway, there's nothing good to say.

…………

Tanaka had a black line across his face.

Dad, give me some face in the live stream.

Yang Qing wore an unwilling expression.

How many people are there?

Tanaka took a look.

It's almost six hundred thousand.

Yang Qing commanded.

Send out a ten‑million red packet, to be claimed in half an hour.

Tanaka Yuko looked clueless.

Can we still give red packets to the audience?

Yang Qing looked smug.

Sure, I've seen others do it—I even grabbed a few dozen of those funny ones.

Tanaka Yuko looked innocent.

But I don't know how.

The two of them, you say yours, I say mine—no one was managing the subtitles.

On the subtitles, the insulting remarks visibly decreased, while various praises scrolled up like a waterfall.

Subtitles:

How could you not know? You must know.

Ten million, brothers—whether we get rich depends on today.

Ladies, hurry up and grab the money………

…………

………………

After Tanaka Yuko, who was together with Yang Qing looking for the red packet function, saw this, she hurriedly told Yang Qing.

Dad, look, nobody's scolding you anymore.

Yang Qing let out a snort.

They forget righteousness for petty gain and shy away from great deeds—a bunch of small‑minded people.

Having no talent, they just fuss over these petty tricks.

As soon as he said that, another barrage of comments appeared (you can imagine).

He kept talking while his hands didn't stop; after fumbling for a while, he finally figured out how to send the red packet.

He topped up one hundred million, and the red packet was ten million.

Tanaka's heart ached to death, and he reminded Yang Qing.

Dad, that's my money.

Yang Qing said matter‑of‑factly.

These are all your fans—why use your money? Use someone else's.

Don't be so stingy; although these people have no talent, they still know what's good or bad.

They know perfectly well whether the red packet is worth it.

When you're short on cash, just sell some autographs and the money will come back.

Besides, making money is just for spending—giving it to anyone is still spending.

In the comments, a large crowd broke their defenses.

Neither insulting nor praising works—saying he's fine, he's just using autographs to scam your money.

No need to think about the autographs—they're printed; otherwise they couldn't satisfy so many people.

Say he's not good, and the ten million is just spent.

What's most aggravating is that the money being spent isn't his.

I've never run into a streamer like this.

He doesn't treat fans like human beings at all.

He's just short of pointing at your nose and swearing at you.

Tanaka Yuko waited for him to finish handing out the red envelopes, then immediately grabbed his arm and started acting coquettish.

"Dad, this is what I earned from working these past two years—you owe me……"