Chapter 932: Chapter 509: The World is Just That Ridiculous_2 Chapter 932: Chapter 509: The World is Just That Ridiculous_2 After taking a lap outside, Miserable World found they were playing even crazier than her.

She was just a little girl who couldn’t afford school, while others had become starving refugees, with dozens in a family waiting to be fed, ready to drop dead at any moment.

And what they were asking for was even more pitiful–some just a little medicine, some a cotton blanket, or even some paper to paste over their windows, highlighting a “sustainable” exploitation of resources.

They weren’t like Miserable World, with no cap on donations, grabbing whatever they could get.

Even Miserable World would sigh at the excessiveness of these people.

But the more excessive they were, the more likely grandparents would reward them, and the more profit the platform made off them, increasing their traffic, algorithmically directing the audience to those streamers’ channels.

Noticing these shady streamers had spread like cockroaches, Miserable World knew it was about time.

Her target audience was never those grandparents.

Her real targets had always been the other streamers sucking the blood of those grandparents!

Having confirmed the location of a nearby sympathy-exploiting streamer, Miserable World immediately sprang into action.

She dashed off non-stop towards the streamer’s location, turning on the feeding option along the way.

But this time, her options were a bit different.

“Dear grandparents, thank you for your selfless aid, but it’s not enough just to feed me–we need to help more people! Now, by donating just one dollar, you can help us obtain more weapons and supplies. Will you help us?”

“Miserable World, just go for it, we’re watching you.”

“This kid’s got vision.”

“I’m willing to throw in my dollar. Go on.”

The donation option was instantly met, and Miserable World quickly received supplies from other staff members before charging to her destination.

There, a streamer squeezed with a group of people into an orphanage, pleading pitifully, “Esteemed grandparents, uncles, and aunts, we have nothing left, only you. Would you be willing to send us something to eat and wear? Just click the link below, and you can send each of us an outfit to keep us from freezing to death today. Thank you.”

Just as his plan was about to succeed, Miserable World, like an angel descending from heaven, landed there and shouted at the astonished streamer, “Don’t worry, we’re here.”

“No clothes, starving, sick, the orphanage taken over by thugs? Don’t worry, let us help with that.”

With a grand gesture, her staff members surged forward, along with hired NPCs, beginning to sort out the problems at hand.

NPC orphans were rescued and aid kept flowing in, giving the orphanage an air of festivity.

Watching each orphan be clothed and given warm soup, his anger seethed within, but he dared not show it on his face.

After all, his persona was a kind-hearted leader of the orphanage, and at this moment, not only couldn’t he curse, but he even had to thank Miserable World.

“Thanks a lot,” the male streamer said, fighting back the urge to slap Miserable World, gripping her hand tightly.

Then, leaning into her ear, he whispered softly, “Miserable World, why bother? It’s not just me who stole your idea, why are you targeting me?”

“So you know you stole my idea?” Miserable World replied with a smirk.

“Alright, I get it, it wasn’t easy to build up this account, name your price.”

“Who wants your money?”

“Then what do you want?”

“Your traffic, of course. You’re so stingy with your giveaways, thousands of dollars recharged just for a few lousy books, a few dozen kilos of rice. Are your books made of gold or is it the ink that’s made of gold?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Indeed, it’s none of my business,” said Miserable World, nonchalantly flicking her nails, “Do you know how many people I just snatched from your live stream?”

The host took a look at the back-end data, their heart aching as they closed their eyes, taking a good while before saying, “Fifty percent.”

“Exactly. People can drive you to death when compared, and products can be thrown out when compared. Even the elderly are not fools nowadays. If they can get a better experience by recharging in my place, why wouldn’t they recharge here?”

Looking at the slyly smiling Miserable World, the host felt they had fallen into a trap.

However, they soon caught onto a crucial piece of information.

Sucking on a lollipop, they shut down their own live stream, gestured Miserable World to also pause their live broadcast to sit down, and then asked, “Was I the first one you came to?”

“Isn’t that obvious? How tight we used to be.”

“Let’s not talk about the past; no one can make head or tail of those days. I just want to ask you one thing, tell me the honest truth. If the profits are good, I’ll join you.”

Seeing the host’s desire being piqued, Miserable World knew they had taken the bait.

Gazing cunningly at the other party, Miserable World said, “I know what you want to say, this number.”

Looking at the five fingers raised by Miserable World, the host felt confident about the arrangement.

Standing up, they said, “Deal, I’m in on this. How do we split the profits?”

Seeing the right hand raised by Miserable World, the host nodded knowingly and quickly did the math in their head, realizing it was much more lucrative than their current earnings.

But it was quite draining for the other hosts.

Such quick money was tempting, but essentially, this was sacrificing other hosts, harvesting the steady stream of income in one fell swoop.

During this process, the viewers in the other hosts’ live rooms were the chives they wanted to harvest. After the other hosts had riled up the viewers’ emotions, they would make a strong entrance, sweeping the viewers’ wallets into their own pockets.

This was draining the pond to get all the fish, a move that uprooted crops, roots and all.

But as long as they harvested fast enough, no one could catch up to them.

Sitting together, the two went through all the details, and Miserable World’s control over the nuances left the host in awe.

From the plan presented by the other party and all the arrangements made, even down to coordinating the “parents” of the crew members, it was clear Miserable World had this in the works for a long time, just waiting for today.

After understanding, the host said with a bitter smile, “I thought we were so clever, that we could freeload off your plan without paying a dime. Now that I think about it, you had considered us chives from that time, hadn’t you?”

“To get that is not stupid; it’s not in vain that I chose you as my first partner.”

“Liar,” the host bluntly exposed Miserable World, “It’s simply because I live the closest to you.”

“As long as you know. We’ll start splitting up and begin the harvest. We have to act before others realize what’s happening; otherwise, we won’t get our hands on the hot stuff.”

“Got it.”

The two immediately left the place, heading towards where the other hosts were located.

Some hosts were in more hidden locations, but they had their own chat groups, and infiltrating them wasn’t difficult.

After determining their locations, they’d instantly make their way there. The paid posters lurking in their live streams would then immediately spring into action, directing viewers to their own streams and starting to make them “spend a dollar to do a thousand dollars’ worth.”

The weepy-hosts’ live rooms began to fall one after another, and the money-making model they borrowed became the noose that hanged them.

Meanwhile, some hosts decisively joined Miserable World’s team. They swept through these hosts’ areas like locusts, and to them, these weepy-hosts looked as tempting as little lambs.

Looking at Miserable World’s achievements, Qian Xiaohao felt it was utterly ridiculous.

“Is this even real?” he couldn’t help saying, “It was that successful? We hardly did anything, and the weepy-hosts just fell?”

“No way around it, who asked for the world to be a ramshackle pile?” the maid sighed.