Chapter 51: Always Receiving, Even the King of Hell Joins In?

As soon as Xu Qingfeng's words left his mouth, the live stream chat was instantly flooded with question marks.

[I almost believed that.]
[Come on, bro, this has nothing to do with you? How can you say something like that with a straight face?]
[Big deal, the streamer just loves telling little white lies as usual.]
[Bro Bo, you better get your Japanese apology ready fast. If you're late, everyone won't forgive you anymore, oh.]
[Zhang Hongbo, tell me, why on earth did you go and provoke him!]

Zhang Hongbo suddenly turned cowardly, even taking the initiative to apologize to him, which made Xu Qingfeng feel a bit unaccustomed. He actually felt a rare trace of guilt.

However, this tiny speck of guilt was quickly snuffed out by him. Why the hell should he feel guilty toward a scumbag like Zhang Hongbo?

It was not that he knew he was wrong; it was simply that he knew he was finished.

Leaving aside his tax evasion, just based on his eagerness to kick a man when he was down, Xu Qingfeng had no intention of letting him off easily.

Tsk tsk, how did he suddenly turn so cowardly? He didn't even do anything—wasn't it just a routine bit of mockery? His psychological resilience was far too fragile.

He had already exposed Zhang Hongbo's little dirty secrets long ago, and the fans in the live stream didn't even care to hear about them anymore.

Right now, his daily concurrent viewers numbered in the hundreds of thousands. This crowd consisted of veteran fans, belonging to the frontline melon-eating spectators; they just wanted a big scandal to unfold.

Xu Qingfeng took a sip of water, removed his glasses, and temporarily let Zhang Hongbo off the hook. "Old irons, that was just a minor discrepancy. The streamer's attention was momentarily diverted by a humanoid organism. Let's return to the main topic and check out the contestants for 'Chill'."

[Is that it already?]
[The streamer is way too short.]
[You only wore them for a few minutes and already couldn't last?]
[What else can you do besides spray saliva all over my face?]

Pfft!

Xu Qingfeng spat a mouthful of water straight onto the screen.

"Can this lousy road lead to dirty driving too?"

[Streamer, why do you smell so good?]
[I'm licking! I'm licking again!]

Xu Qingfeng had already taken the insult, pulling out a tissue and leaning closer to wipe off the camera lens.

[Great, I kissed it!]
[Excitedly licking wildly.]
[???]

Xu Qingfeng's face darkened. "So perverted, but... the streamer doesn't like it. Moderator, quick, kick the Blue Barrel out for me."
"And sweep the floor while you're at it."

Blue Honey: "?"

"The streamer has goosebumps all over." Xu Qingfeng rubbed his arms and shuddered.
"Old irons, let's return to the main topic and appreciate the contestants' videos." Xu Qingfeng clicked on the search bar, and numerous videos popped up.
"Let's look at the first one first. Hiss!" Xu Qingfeng drew a sharp breath. "This song is so long—bah, this song is so slender... No, I mean, this pretty girl sings really well."

[That is indeed very long.]
[Wife! Wife!]
[Longer than my life.]

Xu Qingfeng didn't blink an eye, occasionally letting out exclamation sounds like "Hiss! Ha!"

Blue Honey glanced at him sideways, let out a soft huff, and then stretched out her body, extending her legs.

Hearing the huff, Xu Qingfeng cast a quick glance, made a swift mental comparison, and decided that Blue Honey's legs were indeed longer.

"Ahem, this pretty girl sings quite well. The streamer must give her some encouragement."

Xu Qingfeng tapped the like button and then commented: "You sing too well, I'm optimistic about you."
Finally, he hit the follow button as well.

Blue Honey rolled her eyes at him.

[It's over, it's over, she's been targeted by the streamer.]
[F***, I knew it was like picking imperial concubines!]
[So pretty, I'll follow her too!]
[The streamer isn't much, but his taste is pretty good.]

In just these few minutes, the pretty girl gained seventy or eighty thousand followers.

"Next." Xu Qingfeng clicked on a video in high spirits.

"Roar!"
"Why is this song so big?" Xu Qingfeng exclaimed. "Ahem, sounds good, sounds good."

[???]
[Damn it, the person didn't even sing yet, did they?]
[Whether a song sounds good or not, I can tell at a glance.]
[Confirmed, dirty old man!]
[This one I genuinely like.]

Leading hundreds of thousands of viewers in his live stream, Xu Qingfeng binge-browsed Shanying just like picking concubines, appraising them one by one.

This slacking-off behavior not only failed to cause viewer attrition but instead brought in even more spectators.

Pretty girls had always been the primary productive force on the internet. Waving the banner of "sharing joy with others is better than enjoying it alone," the viewers called upon their friends and companions.

"Come quickly and watch pretty girls with God Feng."
"Stop playing your lousy-ass game and come watch the King of Hell's Editor's Choice!"
"Hurry up, super big and super long!"

After Xu Qingfeng reviewed seven or eight in a row, the number of viewers in his live stream skyrocketed to over one million.

A pretty girl participating in the event happened to be live-streaming as well. After performing a triple-action (like, follow, share), Xu Qingfeng clicked into her stream.

Xu Qingfeng's eyes lit up. "Brothers, it's a beauty!"
"She's gorgeous. She isn't using any beauty filters, right? Looks pretty genuine."

[F***, this one looks good too!]
[The feeling of first love!]
[Ah, I've fallen.]

Xu Qingfeng casually sent a rocket.

The young lady was right there singing "Chill," and upon seeing the gift, she hurriedly expressed her gratitude: "Thank you for the rocket from Xu Qingfeng. Wait, could it be God Feng himself?"

The chat was frantically flooded with [God Feng has arrived], [The King of Hell has descended], [Night parade of a hundred ghosts].

The sparse barrage comments were almost instantly overrun by the viewers from Xu Qingfeng's live stream.

Cool Little Orange Cat watched with her own eyes as her live stream, which normally only had two thousand viewers, took off on the spot like a rocket.

10k, 20k, 30k...

Orange Cat clicked on Xu Qingfeng's profile and, looking at his mega-account with tens of millions of followers, she was dumbfounded.

"Wow! God Feng, I'm your fan!"

[Xu Qingfeng] sent [Rocket x 1] to the streamer.

"God Feng, you're so handsome!"

[Xu Qingfeng] sent [Rocket x 3] to the streamer.

"My phone wallpaper is even you!" Orange Cat happily lit up her phone and aimed it at the camera.

[Xu Qingfeng] sent [Rocket x 10] to the streamer.

Xu Qingfeng countered with a consecutive ten-rocket barrage and typed: [You have good taste].

He clicked on her profile and discovered she only had a little over twenty thousand followers.

"Old irons, the young lady is too pretty. The streamer can't help wanting to drop some tips for her. Anyone interested can hit that follow button!"

[I already followed before you even mentioned it!]
[Do you even need to teach us?]
[You can doubt my character, but you cannot doubt my taste.]
[The brain says nothing, simply leaving the decision-making power entirely to the little brother.]
[Little Brother's Editor's Choice.]

News of Xu Qingfeng's "King of Hell's Inspection Tour" on Shanying spread rapidly. Quite a few female streamers who had just settled on Shanying and lacked a fan base hurriedly went online.

In an instant, various live streams were spamming: [I can't walk anymore, who's going to catch me?]
[Catch!]
[Catch!]
[??? Sister, aren't you going to look? He's the King of Hell!]
[Who cares if he's the King of Hell or the God of Wealth, catch him first and talk later.]
[6]
[King of Hell: First time I've seen people rushing to catch me.]
[The King of Hell has really made something of himself.]

After finishing his tips, Xu Qingfeng continued