Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!
Chapter 64 - 064 Casually tipping millions, Song Hui is envious (3)

Chapter 64: 064 Casually tipping millions, Song Hui is envious (3)

The camera deliberately focused on—her phone screen, frozen on the image of Golden Leaf scattering motionlessly.

The barrage of comments instantly erupted into hysterical laughter.

[I thought Yueqing had run out of money or that 116 had some special meaning, but I never expected that it was the excessive special effects that caused the crash to the host!]

[So, how much did Yueqing originally intend to tip?]

[Seeing her unconcerned expression, she could casually tip even a million without a second thought, I guess she must have been prepared to give quite a lot!]

In the courtyard, from the moment Yan Yueqing tipped the first Jade Precious Bamboo, the expressions of the adults quickly turned bizarre.

Qin Youran was quite fed up with her playing this tycoon persona...

Envious blood vessels bulged in the eyes of Song Hui and his wife...

Yan Yueqing’s own team members considered it a normal operation...

Members from other teams were visibly filled with envy...

In contrast, the children’s emotions were much cleaner.

Jun Yan admired with full attention, Yan Wang watched tenderly, Tang Tang cheered and jumped around, and Tiantian propped her little face...

Only Song Xiaoyu, upon hearing that a single bamboo was worth ten thousand yuan, was so astonished she couldn’t speak.

Ten, twenty, fifty...

As Yan Yueqing tipped more and more, everyone’s expressions ultimately unified into "shocked faces"!

No, just how rich is she?!

Even Qin Youran had merely thought she would stop after tipping a hundred thousand or so...

But...

Over a million in gifts, and she didn’t even blink an eye?

Everyone stood in the courtyard, stunned, watching her tip for seven or eight minutes, only to end... with her phone crashing?!!!

Jun Yan exclaimed in surprise, "What kind of phone is this? Even a fruit phone gets this laggy?"

Yan Wang had a profound look in his eye, he actually had a way to deal with the freeze, but... in front of so many people, better not.

Tiantian resting her small face, exclaimed, "Wow, does that mean we won’t see the pretty bamboos anymore?"

Tang Tang snuggled up, pressing against Yan Yueqing’s arm, "Sister Yueqing, are the gifts you just sent enough to cover the sister’s medical expenses?"

Yan Yueqing pressed the power button, forced a reboot, "I’m not sure, but if it’s not enough, I’ll just tip more."

Her tone was so casual, as if she was discussing something utterly trivial.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Song Hui felt his heart pounding fiercely!

Being rich is just like living like a god!

He looked at Yan Yueqing, his gaze so bare as if he wanted to peel a layer of skin from her.

Tian Xiaoe licked her dry lips and quietly tugged at her husband’s sleeve, "Husband, shall we—"

Song Hui returned a look, signaling her not to speak yet.

After publicly tipping one million in gifts, going to talk about money right now would make it obvious what they were after.

Song Hui deliberately said in front of the camera, "Let’s go dig up something from the vegetable garden, to add a little something to everyone’s lunch."

Tian Xiaoe promptly followed.

On the other side, in Brother Lin’s live stream where he was peeling bamboo shoots.

The sincere middle-aged man had been peeling since five in the morning, and upon hearing his daughter’s light cough from behind, he quickly cleared the spikes from his hands and called out gently, "Is Weiwei awake? Dad will make food right away. How about noodles with two eggs on top, okay?"

Lin Weiwei’s voice was weak and thin, "It’s so hard on you, Dad... cough cough..."

Upon hearing his daughter’s voice, Brother Lin’s face split into a tender smile. Just as he stood up, he suddenly noticed a flood of flashy special effects animations swirling in his livestream room.

He leaned in, his expression filled with urgency, "Did I get a virus or something? What’s all this?"

The straightforward reaction caused the fans in the comments to hastily explain with laughter.

[Brother Lin, hello! Do you know you’ve hit the jackpot?]

[Just now, President Yue gave Brother Lin gifts worth over a million! Heard your daughter needs surgery funds? Isn’t this direct cash coming your way?]

[Stop peeling the bamboo shoots! Over a million, you hear! You’ll have half a million in hand! Take your daughter out for something nice to eat, Brother Lin!]

[I grabbed more than six hundred in red packets, all donated to Brother Lin. Although it’s not one-tenth of President Yue’s, my goodwill is there! I hope Brother Lin’s precious daughter recovers quickly!]

Lin Gang began to realize what had just happened as he read the comments.

Signing with Big Cat TV was an act of desperation for him.

Weiwei was seriously ill, his wife had run off with someone else, and he heard about this while working abroad, getting so angry that he fell from the scaffolding and broke a leg.

After carrying Weiwei seeking treatment for many years, everything in the home that could be sold was gone! With a disabled body and Weiwei needing immediate medical attention, he couldn’t work on construction sites or in factories, only capable of doing the most laborious jobs.

He would start peeling bamboo shoots at five in the morning, cook a meal for his daughter around ten o’clock, then head to the town to help unload goods. In the afternoons, he would go to restaurants to wash dishes, and in the evenings come back to cook for his daughter and peel bamboo shoots again.

Even so, he could barely save any money.

It was a hospital janitor who mentioned that Big Cat TV was recruiting streamers recently—you just needed enough streaming hours to get a subsidy of two thousand yuan.

Except for the times he was out, he kept the livestream on almost all the time.

Even if he had no popularity, no fans, to Lin Gang that was not important! As long as he could get the subsidy.

During this time, a nurse from the same city had come across his stream and sent him some gifts; there were also people who accidentally clicked into his livestream and heard about him and Weiwei, offering their blessings in turn. Lin Gang would sincerely thank them, and reading those kind words, he often had to hold back tears.

In this world, there are still more good people!

But even with everyone’s kindness... they were only two weeks away from the latest treatment session.

He simply couldn’t come up with the one hundred and fifty thousand for the surgery!

Lin Gang was under considerable pressure, but in front of Weiwei, he was afraid to show even a hint of negative emotion, not wanting to affect his daughter’s mood.

Now, seeing everyone’s comments, his dark hands covered his mouth as he tried hard to suppress his excited emotions, "Is it true? Did someone really donate over a million for me?!"

Not a hundred plus yuan, but over a million!!!!

The comments were all confirming it!

Even after the platform’s cut and after taxes were deducted, he’d still have three to four hundred thousand in hand!

Lin Gang’s knees buckled and he knelt down, bowing to the phone, "Thank you, Curved Moon. Thank you, President Yue, for saving my daughter’s life! Thank everyone! This money means so much to me!"

When he raised his head, his face was stained with tears.

A man’s knees are worth gold, and a man does not shed tears lightly.

It was only with Lin Gang that everyone understood what it felt like for a simple, honest middle-aged man to be driven to the brink of desperation and then suddenly see hope!

[Don’t thank us, Brother Lin, thank President Yue more!]

[I heard President Yue is a celebrity, what’s her name... Yan Yueqing? I’ll go to her livestream later and convey your gratitude on your behalf.]

[It’s so rare for a star to donate a million for an ordinary person! Yan Yueqing, right? I’m a fan now!]

[Whether it’s for marketing or hype, as long as she’s willing to donate, I’m willing to be her fan!]

So, after calming Lin Gang down, a large group of fans made their way to "National Parent"’s livestream in droves!