Chapter 86: The Delusional Second Brother and Rewarding Fans with Red Packets

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: The Delusional Second Brother and Rewarding Fans with Red Packets

The chubby guy, who was the fourth oldest in the dorm, pulled up a chair and sat next to the second oldest. Throwing an arm over his shoulder, he said, "Second, what’s with all the overthinking? If a rich heiress takes a fancy to you, it’s a blessing!"

With that, Fourth clamped a cigarette between his lips. "Look how loaded Innocent is. Just what slips through her fingers is enough to feed you for more than half your life. How is that not awesome?

"Let’s say her donations mean she’s somewhat interested in you. Do you have any idea how much a rich woman’s breakup fee would be? It’d literally set you up so you wouldn’t have to lift a finger for the rest of your life. Do you think it’s like being a kept man? Is your ego too fragile for that?"

Second nodded frantically at that, prompting Fourth to give him a solid smack on the back of the head. "I’m not trying to be a dick, Second, but if I had a face that could hook a sugar mama, I’d be begging to be a kept man.

"Getting a massive breakup fee and living the rest of your life in luxury—isn’t that great? You lose absolutely nothing and still get paid. If a good thing like that happened to me, I’d count my lucky stars.

"Besides," Fourth continued, his tone shifting as he instantly drew the attention of the other three guys in the room, "the heiress might not even be into you. Have you considered the possibility that she just likes throwing her money around?"

Seeing that Second still looked unconvinced, Fourth decided to give him some examples. "Just look at how much Miss Innocent has tipped so far. Have you seen a single streamer even accidentally hint that they’ve met her in person? No! She literally just has too much money with nowhere to spend it, so she’s dropping it as charity for worthless triple-zero products like us."

First, the oldest in the dorm, hadn’t heard the term before. "Wait, Fourth, what do you mean by a ’triple-zero product’?"

Fourth put on a profound look and shot First a disdainful glance. "All you do is study every day, and it’s made you stupid! A triple-zero product means zero money, zero car, and zero house."

He then turned his attention back to Second, standing up to pat him on the cheek. "So, Second, don’t think too highly of yourself. Her foundation literally gives out money for free, let alone these stream donations. She’s definitely not after you, so stop worrying about this and that. Instead, why don’t you figure out what to do with all that cash?"

Third decisively chimed in, "Setting aside your long-term plans, you definitely need to treat us to a massive feast first!"

Third’s suggestion immediately won the approval of First and Fourth. After Fourth’s speech, Second also saw the light. What was he overthinking for? She probably didn’t even care about him, yet here he was, acting all coy and dramatic. What an idiot!

He looked at his three "good sons" and waved his hand grandly. "Let’s go! Daddy’s treating you all to a feast!"

In a boys’ dorm, whoever paid the bill was "Dad." The others weren’t the least bit annoyed by Second’s claim to the throne. In fact, they happily called him "Dad," gassing his ego right up.

He didn’t just treat his good sons to a big meal; he also took them out for karaoke, drinks, and even booked some hostesses.

***

After finishing her donations, Rian Sinclair immediately exited the livestream, casually dropping a follow on her way out. She was entirely oblivious to the wild speculations that followed.

After scrolling for quite a while without hearing any System announcements, she decided to clear out her red notification dots. Over twenty million people had already followed her, and her inbox was flooded with private messages from all sorts of strangers.

Rian only had one post on her Sharkstream profile, which was about the foundation. By now, it had amassed over fifty million likes and over nine million comments.

Scrolling through the comment section, she saw that most were expressing gratitude for the foundation, though there were other types of messages as well.

Rian read through the comments.

[Begging The Innocent Heiress to start streaming!]

[Please post more videos, The Innocent Heiress! I suggest showing us the daily life of a rich heiress!]

[The Innocent Heiress, I want to see your garage!]

[Heiress, Heiress, I want to have your babies!]

[The Innocent Heiress, can you let a bumpkin like me see what the real world looks like?]

[Begging The Innocent Heiress to rain money on us! I’m so jealous seeing you tip other people!]

Rian hadn’t expected so many people to be curious about her. She made a mental note of their suggestions, though when she would actually get around to doing any of them depended entirely on her mood.

Sharkstream did have a new feature, however—the ability to send red packets. The sender could set permissions on who could claim them: everyone, followers only, or exclusive individuals.

Rian went ahead and dropped a followers-only red packet. For the amount, she put in two hundred million, setting it to be split among thirty million people. By restricting it to followers only, the priority naturally fell to the twenty-plus million people who already followed her.

After sending the red packet, Rian exited Sharkstream. Little did she know, her simple action completely blew up on the platform, instantly sending her to the top of the trending topics.

The twenty-plus million people who followed her were practically howling in excitement. They flooded the comment section of Miss Innocent’s second post—the one containing the red packet—checking in and posting screenshots.

Since the red packet was tied to a post, anyone who clicked on it would see a giant money bag appear on their screen. Those eligible could just tap to claim their share, while those who weren’t would see a pop-up saying: "You do not have permission."

After closing Sharkstream, Rian felt a slight ache in her neck. Her gaze fell on the massage chair nearby—which Ethan Sinclair had apparently moved in for her—and she settled into it to enjoy a massage.

Half an hour later, she felt absolutely phenomenal!

After washing up, she went straight to bed.

***

The next morning.

Rian was lounging in a recliner, her entire body tucked into the shade of a tree, with a small cooling fan running beside her.

Watching Bandage sprinting wildly across the lawn, Rian couldn’t help but feel exasperated. The dog had refused to let Auntie Alden take her out to play and had just kept pawing at Rian instead. And when Rian finally brought her outside and tried to go back in, Bandage threw a fit. Now, she had no choice but to sit out in the sun and keep the dog company.

Even though she was so hot her little tongue was lolling out, she just kept on playing. Rian was practically dying of frustration over this silly dog.

When Quentin Sinclair arrived, he first heard Bandage’s pitiful whimpers, followed by his young miss’s voice. "Get your butt inside! You’ve been playing for an hour, isn’t that enough? You’re so hot you look like a goofy dog, yet you’re still going!"

Rian scooped Bandage up in one smooth motion. No matter how much the dog squirmed, she refused to let her back onto the grass to run wild. The weather was already scorching, and with all her thick fur—which she refused to have trimmed—she would suffer terribly if she got heatstroke.

She handed Bandage over to Auntie Alden to be cleaned up, then prepared to head upstairs for a shower. Just as she turned her head, she caught sight of Quentin. "Wait a moment. I’ll shower and then we can head out."

Without waiting for him to answer, she headed straight upstairs.

***

When she came back down, she saw Quentin holding a suitcase. After bidding farewell to Ethan and Auntie Alden, she followed Quentin to the airport.

Inside the car, the System, which had been MIA all morning, finally spoke up.

[DING! The current location is a check-in site. Would the host like to check in?]

"Check in," Rian thought.

[DING! Check-in successful! Congratulations to the host for acquiring 60% of the shares in Fruity Corporation.]

Rian’s eyes fluttered open at the notification. Sixty percent of the shares in Fruity Corporation? This instantly made her the largest shareholder of a company that was globally renowned.

She hadn’t expected such a massive reward to just drop into her lap so casually.

Thinking back, the PMC business she was previously rewarded with, the super manor that followed, and now the shares in Fruity Corporation were all located overseas. It seemed it was time to start expanding her international operations.

Currently, her overseas affairs were managed by Quentin, but she worried he might be short-staffed. She decided to purchase another omnipotent manager and an assistant from the System Store, assigning them to be managed by Quentin and Bufan respectively.

At present, her domestic businesses were numerous and required a lot of manpower. Since her overseas operations were just getting off the ground, and Quentin was constantly running around with her everywhere, assigning another person would also help lighten his load.