Chapter 833: The Tricks in the Red Packet

Regarding the teasing on the subtitles, Yang Qing was quite pleased.

He picked up his tea and took a sip.

He started a new connection.

"Hehe..."

"I'm this old, what's there to fear from a little fairy?"

"If anyone should be scared, it's you, because you're the ones who interact with them the most."

"I'm just a retired old man; what I'm best at is drinking tea and watching the show."

"And pretend to be cool while I'm at it."

"Alright, the pretentious moment starts now."

"Let's welcome the first lucky viewer."

"Beep beep…………"

Tang Wenlong sat in front of his computer, with countless data streams flowing across the screen.

He had heavy dark circles, and the room was filled with a smoky, hazy atmosphere.

Once the voice connection was established, he felt a surge of excitement.

He actually managed to connect.

He wasn't interested in anything else, only in the behind-the-scenes manipulation of Douyin.

As soon as the voice went through, he eagerly asked his question.

"Yang Lao, isn't the red packet system in your live broadcast room not completely fair and random?"

"Are you manipulating the red packets?"

"Am I right or not?"

After saying that, he stared intently at the live broadcast room, hoping to see Yang Qing flustered.

By then, he could surely spread his name across Daxia under the pretense of exposing the truth.

Upon hearing Tang Wenlong's question, Yang Qing was momentarily stunned, with no way out—after all, it was really him who did it.

However, his subsequent reaction diverged greatly from what Tang Wenlong had anticipated.

Yang Qing actually laughed and nodded, affirming his question.

"Yes, there is indeed a red packet acquisition control plan in the backend."

"This was my request, because the red packets are mine to send, and I have the right to choose how they're distributed."

Tang Wenlong seemed to have caught some earth-shattering secret, and his whole person became excited.

"As expected, you capitalists are all so hypocritical—on the surface you give out red packets, but the money actually ends up in the pockets of your own people."

"You also make us send gifts, so in the end you not only recoup the money you gave out, but also make a big profit, and you even sell goods, advertising for your own company."

"And, Yang Lao, capitalists have nothing good."

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, the more he felt he had uncovered the truth, and his cursing grew ever more vulgar.

The people in the live broadcast room were also angered by what Tang Wenlong had exposed.

"So, the Yang family is just leading suckers around by the nose? They've made all the money."

"No wonder I work myself to death every day and only get a few dozen yuan—turns out the money was all earned by this black-hearted scoundrel."

"What is this? Let me tell you………"

……

………

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room changed in an instant.

Yang Qing also shifted from being a conscientious family to becoming a black-hearted merchant.

Moreover, many trolls came out to cause trouble, leaking information.

The subtitles were instantly flooded with countless profanities.

Jia Xiao Fei and Guan Zhilin looked at Yang Qing with worried expressions.

Yang Qing, however, remained calm, smiling as he picked up his tea cup and took a sip.

He ignored the unfolding situation.

Tang Longwen was originally full of vigor, and both his mind and body received tremendous encouragement.

From now on, please call me Tang Jike De.

I am the embodiment of justice………

But after seeing Yang Qing's demeanor, he became a bit annoyed—what kind of attitude is that? Shouldn't you be tearing up and apologizing to everyone?

Of course, even if you weep and kneel, I still won't let the Yang family off—beating a dog in the water is the true way.

Being able to rise by stepping on the Yang family is the rightest thing he's done in his life; he feels his whole self has been elevated.

"Yang Qing, don't you have anything to say?"

"You're still there drinking tea—do you deserve everyone's trust in you?"

"You're also utterly shameless, profiting from disaster—aren't the Yang family afraid of heavenly thunder and earthly split?"

Facing the questioning, Yang Qing glanced at the live broadcast room.

"What's the rush? People don't get many chances to scold the Yang family—let them scold more."

"Everyone's been cooped up at home, feeling stifled; this opportunity is rare."

"It's perfect for venting the pent-up frustration in one's heart."

"Only then can one stay healthy."

"It's fine, everyone keep going, don't stop—there's still plenty of time."

The people in the live broadcast room were baffled by Yang Qing's operation.

Tang Wenlong was also dumbfounded.

What the hell, go ahead and curse?

Jia Xiao Fei and Guan Yilin also looked bewildered.

Dad, what's wrong with you? Did anger make you muddle-headed?

But now they're live streaming, so they can't ask right now.

They could put up with it, but Tang Wenlong couldn't.

Yang Qing, what do you mean? Are you playing the game of "one push, then decline, then exhaustion"?

I won't let you succeed.

"Yang Qing, put away your tricks."

"I do have evidence here."

"Hurry up and apologize, seek people's forgiveness—that's the proper way."

Yang Qing set down his teacup, smiling at the live broadcast room.

"Everyone keep going; don't stop your own venting just because of our conversation."

"Stagnant qi in the body, if held too long, will harm the body."

"Young man opposite, you also don't need to rush."

"Everything's been exposed by you; I'm not in a hurry, why are you?"

"Like this, I'll show you a picture, then you think a bit, and later tell me your thoughts."

"Don't rush; I will definitely give you an answer to your questions today."

Afterwards Yang Qing put out a picture of children, teenagers, and adults facing a wall, wanting to watch a match.

The picture set consists of three images.

First image: the children are blocked by the wall and can't see; the teenagers also can't see; the adults need to tiptoe to see.

Second image: everyone has a box under their feet; the children, due to their height, still can't see; the teenagers just can see; the adults lie on the wall to look.

Third image: the children have two boxes under their feet, just right to see the match; the teenagers still have one box, also able to see; the adults have no box under their feet, yet can still see.

These three pictures have been seen by many; they are a set about fairness and justice.

Tang Wenlong's heart jumped; could Yang Qing have been waiting here for him all along?

He felt something was wrong, and for a moment he was at a loss.

The people in the live broadcast room, although they had been cursing vigorously, after the pictures appeared, the cursing of Yang Qing began to gradually dwindle.

Does Yang Qing perhaps still have some justification?

Or is it not about making money?

After releasing the picture, Yang Qing lay back in his chair and gave everyone a reassuring look.

Yang Panpan came over.

"Grandpa, why not let me go up? I'll definitely make them shut up by scolding."

Yang Qing pushed her head away.

"Stay away from me."

"Now you also have millions of fans—can't you be a bit more reliable?"

"Can scolding people solve problems?"

"Do no guilty deeds, fear no ghosts knocking at the door."

"Your grandpa's conduct is upright; the least he fears are these things."

After Yang Qing said that, the others stopped comforting and persuading.

This old man always does things unexpectedly.

Many in the Yang Family have inherited this trait.

But those who can't help up the wall—there's nothing to be done.

For example, Yang Panpan.

Sly and crafty, they just don't do proper work.