Chapter 933: Chapter 510 This Place is Too Familiar Chapter 933: Chapter 510 This Place is Too Familiar “Miserable World, let me go, I just want to play the victim!”

“Too late, you’ve got to wear this new outfit today whether you like it or not!”

Inside the live streaming room, Miserable World, flanked by a dozen subdued lackeys, ostentatiously displayed their power as they forcibly held down a woeful live streamer at the edge of a dining table and draped him in new clothes.

Once he was restrained, Miserable World directly addressed a group of newly attracted viewers, “Donate just one dollar now, and you can let the host eat a tomahawk steak; two dollars will buy him daily milk, three dollars will send him to school, and with four dollars, we’ll help fix the roads here. What are you waiting for!”

Donations fell like rain, causing the pity-show host to start wailing.

Watching the host wail, Miserable World laughed triumphantly.

“Come on, cut the steak into small pieces and feed it to him. I want to see if this pitiful guy will cry tears of joy.”

“No, you guys can’t do this!”

“Ha ha ha, he ate it, he ate it! How do you feel now? How do you feel now?”

“Boss, save me!”

Watching the situation in the live streaming room, many viewers felt something was off.

They always felt that the location of these events was wrong; it would have been better if it had been somewhere in an Amazon rainforest.

And what kind of American bullying was this?

But the process was full of contrast, quite interesting to watch, and seeing such great action for just a dollar, so it wasn’t a big deal.

Meanwhile, they also noticed that Miserable World was pretty attractive, but especially talented at keeping things lively during the process.

Various cheeky remarks erupted like a volcano, both fiery and flamboyant, endlessly spewing out and unstoppable.

Love it, love it.

Some elderly viewers also found it very entertaining; they watched the hosts eat with tears streaming down their faces, nodding in approval at the female host’s work.

“This is good, this is how it should be!”

Old Sir Cheng Tianhua, watching Miserable World’s maneuver, broke into a happy smile.

Pulling Qian Xiaohao and a maid to his side, he joyfully said, “This girl is doing the right thing! We’ve been through the rain, so when we see others in the rain, we should offer them an umbrella, and if they’re hungry, we should give them something to eat. That’s what we used to do.”

Holding Qian Xiaohao’s hand, Cheng Tianhua began to ramble about his past stories.

His tales were still a mix of reality and fantasy, but hearing the person himself narrate them, Qian Xiaohao never tired of listening, no matter how many times he heard them.

After listening for most of the night, Qian Xiaohao, as if waking from a dream, quickly looked at the screen and asked, “How are things now?”

“We completely won, but we were reported and operations were temporarily halted,” the maid said, propping her chin and yawning.

“What?”

“We cut too many people’s sources of income, so we were collectively reported. But it’s okay, we still have backup accounts to continue using.”

Although he knew this moment would come, when Qian Xiaohao actually heard the news, he still felt a bit regretful.

After enjoying Qian Xiaohao’s regretful expression for a while, the maid continued, “However, the good news is that we have recovered our investment before the ban. The donations Miserable World received have covered our input, and her debut battle has made her infamous; many hosts mention her with gritted teeth, furious she cut off their means of making money.”

“I see.”

After thinking for a while, Qian Xiaohao said to the maid, “We should initiate refunds. The elderly donors used their pensions to donate, and they might not even know how much they’ve given. We can’t let them suffer this loss.”

Apprehensive that the maid might disagree, Qian Xiaohao pulled up a record of donations made by Grandpa Cheng, pointing to the total, “Look, in just half a month, Grandpa Cheng donated six thousand seven hundred! It included reasons due to his dementia, but others probably donated a thousand or two as well. We don’t need that money, but for them, it’s several months’ worth of groceries. We should really refund them.”

The maid remained silent.

Sensing that the maid might be angry, Qian Xiaohao immediately rallied his streamer savvy, earnestly saying, “The goal was to keep Grandpa Cheng from being upset. Not only is the old man happy now, but we’ve also gained a well-known host, and managing that well in the future shouldn’t be a problem. So, a million dollars is truly well spent, and we’ve had similar losses before. Isn’t it just like paying for publicity… isn’t that okay?”

Seeing the maid remained silent, Qian Xiaohao raised his hand, rubbing his temples, and said, “Hold on, let me find a few more reasons.”

Watching the persistent Qian Xiaohao, the maid sighed and then suddenly pinned him against the wall.

The bone-chilling murderous intent combined with the maid’s cold expression made Qian Xiaohao feel like today was his last.

He felt like a hamster stared down by a snake, his knees weakening as he looked at the maid before him.

Just as he thought he was a goner, he heard the maid say, “Do you remember I had something to say to you before?”

“Was that a while ago?” Qian Xiaohao asked in shock, “Was it to remind me to have my last meal?”

“That’s not it, I’m planning to quit.”

“Are you that upset? You didn’t react like this when I lost millions before.”

“Because I can’t stand it anymore.”

“Is what I do really so outrageously wrong?”