Chapter 863: Slacker-style Red Packet Distribution

As soon as the 20 billion came out, it immediately dispelled many people's dissatisfaction.

At this moment, the person giving them money is a good person.

"Yang Lao, impressive."

"Yang Lao, I don't know how long you can keep giving this time; you won't quit halfway again, will you?"

"Yang Lao, how many days will you give each time this round?"

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Among the flattering comments, many doubts and distrust were mixed in.

You give money, we're happy, but you can't keep playing that trick.

Even if you mean well for us.

Yang Qing couldn't fail to see their intentions; people's hearts are like that—you give and give then suddenly stop, and that's your problem.

Although Yang Qing had been mentally prepared, he still felt uneasy.

Yang Panpan and the others, seeing those comments, were also furious.

Yang Qing shook his head, telling them not to get angry.

This is human nature, fundamentally unavoidable.

If he cared about these things, he wouldn't be doing this.

Of course, there were also many people scolding them in the comments, which sparked angry arguments.

When others make Yang Qing feel uncomfortable, he doesn't want those who cheer for him to feel wronged.

"Thank you for everyone's support, and thank you for everyone's understanding."

"Those without conscience and righteousness, spouting yin-yang nonsense here, I, this old geezer, look down on you."

"The money is mine; I'll give it however I want. When you take out your own money to give back to society, then you can stand tall and point fingers."

"You don't spend a penny, yet you act high and mighty, wanting to be the boss of this old geezer—I won't allow it."

"Please ask yourselves whether you have the right to say these things here."

"From now on, watch your speech—now we have AI; if you stir up trouble and speak nonsense in the live broadcast room, I'll directly cancel your red packet eligibility."

"Don't blame me for not warning you."

"Can't help it—when you get old, your mind gets a bit narrow."

Yang Qing's joking remarks made many people uncomfortable; we were just talking, weren't we? You acted and still won't let us speak?

Of course, they were just talking; nobody would actually fall out over money.

On the comments, the yin-yang speakers instantly dwindled.

Yang Qing followed through; Manager Zhang immediately opened the comment-filtering AI: first offense, stir up trouble, get a warning; second offense, lower your chance of grabbing a big red packet; third offense, directly revoke your red packet eligibility and shut off the comment function.

As soon as the filter was activated, many people immediately received warnings.

Those who defended Yang Qing, seeing him so resolute, immediately felt that everything they'd done was worth it.

The only worry is that Yang Qing might be a saint, repaying hatred with virtue—how would one repay virtue then?

They just like people with a temper.

Those who are used to shooting off their mouths online and spraying abuse today finally got a feel for what kind of person Yang Qing is.

This old guy may be easy to talk to, but he won't indulge them.

If I say you can't claim it, then you can't claim it.

Many even felt wronged; I was just talking, right? Who gave you a past record?

You act and then won't let people speak—cry to death………

Seeing Yang Qing's handling, Yang Panpan and the others also showed smiles.

This is how it should be done; are we the Yang family without a temper?

Soon the comments became clean.

Yang Qing nodded in satisfaction.

"On good days, everyone should be happy and cheerful."

"All right, the number of people has reached 70 million."

"I'll send out a red packet first."

Saying that, a super huge red packet was sent out.

The live broadcast room instantly burst into cheers.

Yang Qing continued.

"Don't rush to be happy, everyone, because greater happiness is yet to come."

"To speed up red packet distribution, I'll send out red packets twice a day."

"Once at the start, once in the middle."

"This time, no pauses—just keep sending until it's done."

"Including funds converted from gifts."

Yang Qing also couldn't be bothered to make intervals anymore.

Before, he did it to lure more people into joining the red packet campaign.

Now he's too lazy to manage it—after all, he does have a temper.

If you doubt my good intentions, forget it—I gave you everything all at once.

Whether other factories later send out packets or not, he can't control that anymore.

This also counts as a kind of counterattack on his part.

The people in the live broadcast room still didn't understand the consequences of Yang Qing's actions; cheers filled the air as they celebrated money, never imagining how much they would lose.

While others were cheering, some people began to feel nervous.

Yang Qing's such dense red‑packet distribution would naturally have a huge impact on the economy.

They preferred Yang Qing to release the funds slowly, because then the market could absorb them without causing too much fluctuation.

But Yang Qing clearly seemed a bit reckless.

By doing this, Yang Qing made them feel worse instead.

Some began to regret it; while countless people online were stirring up rumors and smearing Yang Qing, they did not speak up for him.

This is revenge.

They had no way to defend themselves and could only swallow this bitter fruit.

They had to urgently make minor adjustments to the financial market.

Yang Qing had thought things through thoroughly from the start, so they were now enjoying the results.

Only when Yang Qing refused to cooperate did they realize what he had actually done.

It's now too late to regret; they can only work overtime to clean up the mess.

Thinking that some people were starting to suffer misfortune made Yang Qing feel much better.

Just playing around.

"Alright, we still have more than twenty minutes; let's start the program we haven't finished yet."

"The West—those things we can't understand."

"Now we'll begin the connection."

Yang Panpan casually found a voice call and then connected it.

In this regard, Yang Qing was completely genuine, with no pretense at all.

The voice call connected quickly.

Chosen from the vast crowd, the person on the other end was very excited.

"Hello, Elder Yang, I'm so happy, I'm so excited—I actually got through to you."

Yang Qing judged from the voice that the speaker was a young person in their twenties or thirties.

For people at this stage, Yang Qing was tolerant and patient.

"Hello, welcome to Old Man 76's live broadcast room."

"May I ask, do you have anything you'd like to say?"

After saying that, Yang Qing gave another reminder.

"Our topic now is those Western things we can't understand."

Ding Pangzi is a person who dreams of making it to Yingjiang.

The turmoil Daxia has caused over the past two years has become somewhat unbearable for him.

Young people are constantly told to go into seclusion, and their work is thrown into chaos; frankly, the experience is terrible.

Seeing others live freely makes him yearn for that, and seeing them hand out money makes him excited.

But before making the final decision, he has some questions he can't figure out.

Everyone knows that, online, Yingjiang is portrayed as living in dire straits and having the reputation of daily gunfire.

"Elder Yang, I've always had a doubt: Is Yingjiang really that chaotic?"

"If their people truly live in dire straits, why do so many still want to go out? If Yingjiang were really that bad, why wouldn't they come back?"

"Can you clear up my confusion for me?"

"Do they all carry guns when they go out there, with such great danger from firearms—why don't they ban guns?"

He asked a string of questions.

These are all his inner thoughts.