Voice Chat Room President: Every Mic Slot Is a Game of Wits

The voice-streaming scene is rife with undercurrents. Capital giant Xingyao Media is sweeping the field, while small and midsize agencies are reduced to lambs awaiting slaughter. A grassroots boss known as Uncle built Shengqiu Media into a well-regarded late-night agency, focusing on soothing voice chat rooms and drawing in a crowd of streamers with his sincerity. Then, without warning, the agency plunged into crisis. Its tier was locked, its traffic cut in half, and its accounts drained. Within forty-eight hours, the agency would be downgraded and destroyed; in three days, every member’s base pay would be cut off for good. More devastating still, a veteran manager who had once stood shoulder to shoulder with them defected in secret, becoming a mole and selling every one of the agency’s secrets to its rival. Outside, capital was closing in from every direction, demanding a merger and surrender by a deadline. Inside, parasites were waiting to stir up trouble. The streamers were disheartened, slacking off and making threats, each calculating their own escape route. Only the agency’s top streamer, Daidai, held her ground amid the storm, becoming its last glimmer of hope. Faced with this dead end, Uncle refused to surrender, disband, or compromise. A chaotic age tests the heart, and even a rotten hand can become a chessboard. He lay low and made his moves, gathering evidence and finding those who were truly willing to stay, all while resisting the crushing force of capital and settling accounts with the traitors. When the mole was driven to desperation and turned his schemes against their only trump card, Daidai, a battle in the voice chat rooms began in earnest, one that would decide their survival, loyalties, and interests. Capital may monopolize resources, but it can never buy every heart. Even as the tower teeters on the verge of collapse, the player at the board can still turn a dead game around against all odds.