Chapter 50: The High-Tech Charger

"Enough talking, just drop the link.”
“Where’s the shopping cart? My wallet can’t wait any longer.”
“Hurry up, everyone—place your orders!”
…
Before Lion King could even introduce the products, the new wave of viewers flooded the chat with bullet comments, urging him impatiently.
Seeing this, Lion King was taken aback.
When did this generation of viewers become so self-motivated?
“Boss, our sales have already broken a hundred million!”
His assistant whispered beside the camera, giving him a hint.
Hearing this great news, Lion King smiled even wider.
He’d barely spoken a few words, and it hadn’t even been five minutes yet.
As expected, these users were fools with too much money to spend.
Thinking this, Lion King put even more effort into his pitch.
“Family, let me recommend a newly released set of headphones. As you know, Bluetooth earphones are really convenient nowadays, but because they’re so small, if you’re not wearing them and just put them in your pocket, it’s so easy to lose them.”
“So, my team and I toiled day and night and finally created a pair of headphones you can’t lose.”
“Our technicians have added a high-tech cord to the traditional Bluetooth earpiece, which you can plug directly into your phone. This way, you’ll never have to worry about misplacing them again.”
“Originally, these high-tech headphones were priced at 999 yuan. But today, because you’re all my family, and I, Lion King, make the rules—if you place your order right now, you can take them for just 99.”
“And that’s not all. On this special day, everyone who places an order to support me will receive a surprise gift.”
“What is the surprise? Take a look—right here in my hand is this high-tech smartphone charger.”
As he spoke, Lion King took the item from his assistant and continued.
“As everyone knows, phones these days are all unibody designs. To prevent running out of battery while outside, people usually bring a power bank, but power banks are heavy and inconvenient. So, we went back to the drawing board.”
“Just imagine, if your phone’s back cover could be freely removed, and you could swap in a fresh battery whenever you run out—wouldn’t that be so much more convenient than a power bank?”
“That’s how our high-tech charger was born. Unlike traditional charging methods, this charger can charge your battery directly. It’s incredibly convenient, and I’ve named it the Universal Charger.”
“Today, as long as you buy the headphones, I’ll include a universal charger for you. And perhaps some of you are thinking, ‘A universal charger is useless to me, my phone’s a unibody and the battery can’t be removed.’”
“Don’t worry, I’ve already thought of that for you all. Click the little yellow cart in the bottom right corner—I’ve prepared a newly developed phone with a removable back cover just for you.”
“This phone not only lets you swap batteries at will, but also has a flip cover to better protect the screen. It even has physical buttons, guaranteeing you a brand-new experience.”
…
Lion King went on, tirelessly introducing the high-tech products he was selling that day.
“Boss, our sales have hit five hundred million!”
“One billion—an entire billion!”
“Boss, all our products have sold out! Some users are still complaining they didn’t get to buy, they want more.”

His assistant kept bringing more good news.
“What are you waiting for? Get people to restock—same quantity as before, another batch!”
Lion King ordered.
One billion, an entire billion—enough to spend several lifetimes.
He’d never be able to spend it all!
And so, twenty minutes later, with the enthusiastic support of all the viewers, Lion King’s livestream sales reached fifteen billion, with twenty million orders placed.
To reach numbers like that in such a short time was truly terrifying.
No doubt, tomorrow’s trending topics were already reserved for him.
“Family, I’ll go negotiate some more benefits for you all. Please wait for me.”
With that, Lion King stepped out of the camera’s view to check the numbers himself.
“Boss, I really admire you. After all those heartless things we did before, you solved them so easily, and after all those vows and kneeling, those idiot fans came back to give us more money.
Boss, you’re incredible. My admiration for you is as endless as the mighty river.”
His assistant immediately came over to flatter him.
“Your words may be rough but your reasoning isn’t. We’re out here to make money—what use is a conscience? Don’t be fooled by me kneeling to the fans. That’s all part of brainwashing them. Otherwise, why would they willingly hand over their money to us?”
Lion King replied smugly.
His assistant nodded in understanding.
Just then, a call came in—it was the supplier.
Once connected, the voice on the other end asked, “How did our phones sell today?”
Lion King couldn’t hide his grin. “Don’t get me started—sold out! Those fools were snatching them up like crazy. If the supply had kept up, I could’ve sold another billion at least!”
“Well done, little brother! I knew you’d make something of yourself. Let’s keep working together in the future.”
“Of course,” Lion King bragged, “These people are pure suckers. After we scam them, they’ll even thank us for it.”
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There’s a saying: “Man proposes, Heaven disposes.”
What Lion King didn’t realize was that he’d forgotten to turn off his mic when he stepped away from the camera—every word of his conversation was broadcasted to the users.
Among these viewers, quite a few had come specifically to teach Lion King a lesson, while others were genuine suckers.
Now, with that conversation, everyone saw Lion King’s ugly true colors.
Without needing to coordinate, users began to take action.
Soon, a voice called out.
“Boss, something’s wrong!”
His assistant, checking the data, suddenly turned pale.

“What’s going on?”
Hanging up, Lion King hurried over.
The moment he saw the screen, his smile froze.
“What the hell is this?”
Right then and there, among the more than twenty million completed orders, people were cancelling non-stop, and leaving negative reviews with every refund.
In just a few moments, sales plummeted from fifteen billion to two billion, and the number was still dropping.
Lion King panicked. He had no idea what was happening.
He rushed back in front of the camera, and his heart sank.
That’s when he realized he’d forgotten to mute his mic earlier.
Which meant, everything he’d just said had been heard by all his fans.
“It’s over!”
Lion King thought, and quickly tried to repeat his old trick—kneeling for sympathy once again.
At the same time—
On the third floor, in the bathroom under renovation, Brother Wang had been squatting so long without toilet paper that his legs had gone numb, debating what to use.
Between his socks and underwear, he finally decided to sacrifice his underwear.
After pulling up his pants, he pressed the flush button.
Boom!
A thunderous noise startled Brother Wang.
Meanwhile, on the second floor—
Just as Lion King was kneeling, about to speak, he too heard the sound. Instinctively, he looked up—
A huge hole had appeared in the ceiling.
A torrent of yellowish, viscous matter rained down, landing squarely on Lion King’s face.
Instantly, an indescribable stench filled the air.
For a moment, Lion King was utterly stunned.
And with his mouth still open, he accidentally swallowed twice by reflex.
Two seconds later—
Ugh—