Chapter Ten: Is There Any Dry Pot Chicken?

An hour later.

At the entrance of the police station.

The two walked out side by side, smiles spreading across their faces. The three hundred thousand yuan reward had already been split evenly before they even stepped out the door.

To this, Bai Qingming didn't feel shortchanged at all. If he hadn't called Wang and bought them time, by the time the police arrived, he might have ended up as a corpse. Besides, Wang had single-handedly taken down those three murderers; Bai's own appearance was merely icing on the cake.

Originally, Bai Qingming intended to give the entire reward to Wang, but Wang adamantly refused and would only accept half. Bai could do nothing but acquiesce.

In Wang's eyes, though, it was he who had benefited—a windfall of one hundred and fifty thousand yuan. After all, Bai Qingming could dodge bullets; how could he not handle those weakling murderers?

"Damn!" Wang suddenly smacked his forehead. "My takeout is still sitting in the corridor—it's gone cold!"

Bai Qingming was speechless.

"Wang, we're rich now, why bother with takeout? Come on, I'll treat you to a feast!" he proposed.

Hearing the promise of a lavish meal, Wang immediately lost interest in his takeout and agreed with delight.

Soon, the two found a small restaurant and took their seats. The waitress who approached was a strikingly pretty young woman, vibrant and fresh-faced, likely a college student working part-time.

"Wang, order anything you like from the menu. I'll start the livestream," Bai Qingming said.

He had turned the stream off at the police station, but now, as he checked, he saw plenty of viewers still leaving cheeky messages in the darkened chat.

"Alright," Wang replied without hesitation, pointing randomly at a few dishes, "Chopped chili fish head, braised grass carp, steamed large yellow croaker..."

The waitress asked, "All of these?"

"No, I'm allergic to fish. So, except for those, bring one of every other dish. If I can't finish, I'll pack them to go."

The waitress was speechless.

"Do you have spicy chicken in a pot?" Bai Qingming suddenly asked.

He had a craving for it, but it wasn't on the menu.

The young woman stared at him, caught off guard.

"Sir, are you serious?"

"Of course I am. Do you have it or not?" Bai Qingming repeated, nonchalant.

She fixed her gaze on him, seemingly lost in thought. After a long pause, her cheeks flushed, she lowered her head and whispered, "Bro, I used to do it, but not anymore. Still, if you want, I can let you do it for free this one time."

For a moment, Bai Qingming was stunned.

What on earth?

In the livestream chat, viewers were equally shocked by the woman's reply.

The barrage of comments fell silent.

After ten seconds or so, a gift notification broke the silence.

[Mr. Kang, the 91 Master, sent a Rocket ×1]

"I have a friend who wants to meet this beautiful lady. Host, could you ask for her WeChat?"

Suddenly, viewers began to turn mischievous.

"I have a friend who wants to meet her too."

"Same here."

"+1."

"Stop the car, let me off—this isn't the kindergarten bus!"

Seeing these messages, Bai Qingming seemed to realize something.

Damn.

Used to do it? Free for one time?

I was asking about the spicy chicken dish, how did you end up making it about that?

"In broad daylight, how could you ask that?" Wang couldn't help but scold.

Bai Qingming had nothing to say.

Who knew the young lady was so honest, daring to say anything?

...

"Wang, I've got something to do, so I won't head back with you," Bai Qingming said after their sumptuous lunch, intending to visit his luxury apartment at Tomson Riviera.

"Alright, alright. Don’t forget about me if there's another good thing like this!" Wang exclaimed, referring to catching murderers and earning rewards.

In his eyes, no matter how many murderers came together, it was just more heads delivered to him. Getting on TV and earning rewards—what a thrill.

"Oh, right." As he was leaving, Wang remembered something and stopped Bai Qingming. "Your livestream—is it still running?"

"What’s up?" Bai Qingming nodded.

Upon confirmation, Wang cleared his throat, then raised his voice.

"Qingming, I won't see you off. My Porsche is restricted today, and I have to meet a client for a multimillion deal this afternoon—so I’ll head out now. Bye!"

Bai Qingming was dumbfounded.

When he noticed the admiring looks from passersby and realized he was filming Wang with his camera, Bai instantly understood.

Wang wanted to show off in front of the tens of thousands watching the livestream!

Makes sense. Who doesn't like to show off?

Bai Qingming certainly wouldn't expose him, instead waving, "Bye, Wang! Don’t forget you promised to take me for a spin in your Ferrari!"

Now that's a true teammate!

Back and forth, Wang's smile widened.

Awesome! Absolutely exhilarating!

Turns out showing off is so gratifying—he was enjoying it more and more. Bai Qingming was quite tactful.

Meanwhile, in the livestream chat.

Hearing Bai Qingming and Wang's conversation, viewers erupted.

"What? Wang is a rich guy with a Porsche and Ferrari!"

"No way. Rich people eat takeout?"

"I want to be friends with Wang!"

"What? You want to be friends with my dad?"

"666666. We all had nine years of compulsory education—how are you so amazing?"

"Honestly, I can't figure it out. Why would a rich guy be friends with a poor streamer?"

The chat was lively until someone posted the last comment, instantly souring Bai Qingming's mood.

"Who called me a poor loser—stand up!"

Then Bai Qingming shifted his tone mysteriously.

"Truth is, I'm a bona fide millionaire, worth over a hundred million! Streaming is just a hobby."

His words drew laughter from the viewers.

"You don't believe me? Fine, I'll take you to see my luxury apartment!"

Bai Qingming, unfazed, grinned and made his promise.

Immediately, viewers started teasing.

"Host, what's your definition of a luxury apartment?"

"Hello, 110? I want to report someone showing off!"

"Host, I advise you to be honest—showing off gets you struck by lightning!"

"Luxury apartment? If the host really lives in one, I’ll send a thousand yuan worth of gifts!"

"Gifts? I’ll livestream eating poop—right here, right now, as much as you want!"

"Someone’s trying to scam poop again!"

Seeing the guy promising to eat poop, Bai Qingming felt a bit sorry.

But he couldn't help himself—he hailed a cab.

"Driver, Tomson Riviera!"