I’m the Ultimate Romantic, but My Livestream Made Me the Godfather of Scumbags

“Am I not good enough to you? Or not handsome enough?”

Liu Ruyan shook her head. “Xiaotong, you’re wonderful. You really are!”

“Then why?”

“Deep devotion without money is worth less than grass. Get it?”

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He watched the woman he’d loved for 999 days turn and climb into a fat man’s Mercedes-Benz.

Money had beaten his devotion. Tong Feng got drunk.

He started livestreaming and vented like crazy.

“Hesitate and you lose. Give your heart and you get nothing. When you like a girl, the best move isn’t to grovel. It’s to move on to the next one.”

“Stay away from a woman you can’t have. I’m done with her. I’ll find someone else.”

“Women! They always like the man who makes them cry, and let down the man who makes them smile. Bro, which one do you want to be?”

Holy crap! This streamer’s good. Every word is a classic line from a jerk.

Follow him and write that down.

“Ding!”

“Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the Live-Streaming Fan-Gathering System.”

As long as you gain followers through livestreaming and meet your fan-gathering targets, you can receive random rewards from the System.

Gather fans and get attention?

“That’s not as practical as making money.”

The System said, “Host, your IQ is worrying!”

Holy crap! The System just looked down on me!

“What do you mean?”

“The Host should understand that gathering fans is the same as gathering traffic. With traffic, how could you be short on money?”

…

Many years later.

A handsome streamer with millions of followers gazed tenderly into the camera as he said the most shameless things.

His male fans worshipped him. His female fans wept.