Chapter Seventy-One: I Told You to Cut Back on Those Sites, But You Wouldn’t Listen—Now the Streamer’s Been Arrested

At this moment, the lively barrage of comments suddenly froze. Whether they were loyal viewers or trolls trying to stir up trouble, everyone seemed stunned by Bai Qingming's phone call. This was completely unexpected. Someone wanted to connect with him on a livestream, and he simply had their account banned? Such a bold move left the viewers' scalps tingling, making the goddess Hera on the other side of the screen utterly bewildered.

She could tell that Bai Qingming was truly speaking with Li Sanjiang, the operations manager of Tiger Bud. For some reason, Hera felt that Bai Qingming genuinely possessed the power to shut down her livestream, and he wasn’t joking. This thought had barely taken root when she heard Li Sanjiang on the other end of the call say, "Is that so? I'll check it out."

Upon hearing this, Hera hurriedly logged into her streaming account. The moment she entered her channel, a line of small text appeared: "Your livestream has been permanently suspended for alleged violations."

In an instant, Hera panicked completely, desperate and tearless. She had only wanted to ride the wave of popularity, but now she had inadvertently sacrificed herself. She had never seen anyone like Bai Qingming. Wasn’t this bullying the honest?

At this moment, all thoughts of stirring up controversy or feminist rhetoric vanished from her mind. It was over! All the fans she had painstakingly built up were gone!

"All right, little brother, I’ve already shut down that livestream. Thanks for letting me know," Li Sanjiang said calmly on the other end of the call. Suspending a channel was trivial for him, especially since Bai Qingming had called him personally to request it. A million followers was a significant number, but compared to Bai Qingming, he knew which mattered more.

"Thanks, Brother Li. I'll treat you to dinner sometime," Bai Qingming replied. After a bit more polite exchange, the call ended.

Meanwhile, the barrage of comments erupted once more:

"Damn, guess what? I just checked goddess Hera’s channel—it's been permanently banned!"
"No way, I thought the Singlehood Guru was joking, but it’s real?"
"Who’s joking? People like that deserve to be banned, so they don’t corrupt the youth."
"Exactly, why should honest people be taken advantage of?"
"Come on, shout with me: Singlehood Guru is awesome (voice cracks)!"
"Our spiritual leader is forever divine!"

With Hera’s channel banned, the trolls gradually left, restoring harmony and positive energy to the comments. Some kind souls shared Baidu Cloud extraction accounts, while others posted healthy www-links.

In short, good things are meant to be shared. Those who know, know.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Still streaming, Bai Qingming didn’t hear it, but his co-host, Dumb Little Sister, who had just finished her own stream, went to open the door. The moment she did, she was startled to find several police officers standing outside.

"Is Bai Qingming living here?" one of them asked after showing their credentials.

Dumb Little Sister nodded, puzzled as to why the police had come and apparently looking for the notorious man himself. Following her voice, the officers proceeded to Bai Qingming’s bedroom and opened the door without hesitation.

Hearing the commotion, Bai Qingming turned around in surprise. His livestream camera was pointed directly at the door, so the viewers saw everything unfold.

Instantly, the comments exploded:

"What’s going on? Why are the police here?"
"Look at this scene—did the Singlehood Guru break the law or something?"
"Wow, I told you guys to stop posting those websites, but you didn’t listen. Now the streamer’s in trouble and might get arrested."
"Anyone want to watch dancing? Those without clothes—add me on WeChat, 183****9623."
"Man, there are still people daring to post stuff, not afraid of anything."
"Come on, brothers, lend me a phone to talk."

Inside the bedroom.

"You’re Bai Qingming, right? We suspect you’re involved in a case and need you to come with us," one officer said. The others moved in, surrounding Bai Qingming to prevent resistance. In reality, this caution was unnecessary. Although Bai Qingming had no idea what was happening, he trusted that the police would not wrongly accuse an innocent man, so he immediately shut down the livestream and complied.

Thus, Bai Qingming was taken to the police station, with Dumb Little Sister following out of concern.

To be fair, the treatment of suspects at the station was quite decent—they even provided hot water.

"Officer, may I ask what I’ve done?" Bai Qingming asked honestly in the interrogation room.

"No hurry. You’ll know soon enough," a young officer replied before leaving.

Soon, the door opened and a uniformed man entered.

Bai Qingming looked closely—ah, a familiar face.

"Hey, Captain Liu!"

Indeed, it was Captain Liu himself. The first time a murderer knocked on the door, Captain Liu led the team. The second time, when the murderer escaped prison seeking revenge on Bai Qingming, it was Captain Liu again. The two were well acquainted.

Seeing Bai Qingming in the interrogation room, Captain Liu was surprised. He instinctively thought another unfortunate criminal had been caught by Bai Qingming.

But quickly, he realized why Bai Qingming was here.

Looking over the information provided by the complainant, Captain Liu was even more perplexed. The report stated clearly: a female complainant claimed to be a victim of telecom fraud, losing ten thousand yuan.

Frankly, if any other suspect were sitting here, Captain Liu might believe it. But the problem was, Bai Qingming lived in a luxury apartment worth hundreds of millions, paying six figures in monthly fees. Would he really bother defrauding someone of ten thousand yuan? Unless he was seeking some strange thrill because "the prison is full of talent and everyone speaks so nicely"?

That would be insanity.

Captain Liu wasn’t being careless. If the amount involved were any higher, he wouldn’t even think of laughing.

After hearing Captain Liu’s explanation, Bai Qingming understood the situation. It turned out the issue lay with the ten thousand yuan phone credit he had recharged for someone. Unexpectedly, that person reported him to the police, claiming fraud.

Wasn’t this a false accusation?

Unruffled, Bai Qingming explained everything, providing evidence—text messages and recharge records.

After reviewing them, Captain Liu exclaimed in astonishment.

Ten thousand yuan in phone credit! Anyone would be upset about that. But, in truth, no law forbade it.

Reasonably judged, it could even be considered a false police report by the complainant.

"So, can I leave now?" Bai Qingming asked.

Captain Liu was about to respond when a call came through. After a few words, Captain Liu’s expression toward Bai Qingming grew increasingly odd.

Bai Qingming, noticing the stare, was puzzled.

He thought to himself:

"Could it be that Captain Liu is gay?"