Chapter 2371: Fifteen Billion

Chapter 2371: Chapter 2371: Fifteen Billion

And in that instant, Weibo exploded.

"Holy shit, Zhang Fan, isn’t that Zhang Fan?!"

"Hahahaha, instant noodles! Is he some clown sent by the monkey king? Squatting outside the Music Hall eating instant noodles!"

"Not gonna lie, the way he eats instant noodles really does look like..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, so this is how he ’attends’ a concert? That posture is really something new."

"@Shui Lan, Blue God, get out here, front row to watch the show."

Meanwhile, Shui Lan was looking at this scene and practically blooming with laughter.

"Assistant, where’s my breakfast?" Shui Lan shouted.

"Lan, didn’t you say you weren’t having breakfast?" The woman sitting on the sofa organizing files asked.

"I’m eating, I have to eat! Hurry up and have the kitchen set it up." Shui Lan said.

Then he ran back to his room at top speed and pulled out his long-dusted camera.

Hehe, instant noodles?

Trash, I’ll show you what a successful person’s breakfast looks like.

Very soon, Shui Lan posted his lavish breakfast on Weibo.

"@Face Over Here, Zhang Fan, did your money get drained dry? Want me to pack up a portion for you?"

Seeing this Weibo, Shui Lan’s fans collectively climaxed.

"See that? See that? This is what our Blue God’s life looks like. Zhang Fan, look at the sorry-ass state you’re in."

"Based on my analysis, Blue God’s breakfast is worth at least ten grand."

"Yeah, just the caviar alone costs a ton."

"Blue God’s tableware is what’s really expensive. As far as I know, those three plates of his are at least three hundred thousand!"

"@Face Over Here, you broke-ass loser, hurry up and take a look."

On the Face-Slapping Group’s side, seeing these Weibos, they were so pissed their noses were about to bend.

"Hei Bro, wreck this brain-dead bunch."

"Dog He Yang, get out here! Our Leader’s getting bullied."

Whether in the group chat or back at the company, countless people were cracking their knuckles.

A whole bunch of dumbfucks, flexing wealth?

Daring to flex in front of our Fan Bro?

You motherfuckers!

Our Leader’s income runs into tens of billions in minutes, OK?

"Calm down, our Face-Slapping Group conquers people with virtue! Besides, I’ve never seen anyone manage to bully our Leader." Hei Bro was totally calm over here.

Hehehe!

He didn’t know why Zhang Fan had run over there at the crack of dawn just to eat instant noodles.

But all those fully armed people around Zhang Fan had their eyes glued to him.

So clearly, things were absolutely not that simple.

Shui Lan? What a joke!

On Zhang Fan’s side, after polishing off two cups of instant noodles, he lazily pulled out his phone.

Seeing a whole crowd @ing him, Zhang Fan was seriously annoyed.

Got nothing better to do?

I eat some instant noodles and you lot won’t even allow that?

Then Zhang Fan went straight to the Dream Sky site and took a screenshot of the album pre-sale statement.

Then he posted it on Weibo!

"Can’t help it, the money hasn’t arrived yet. Sigh, looks like I’ll have to sell a few more rounds of albums in the future."

Without @ing anyone, Zhang Fan already knew there were countless pairs of eyes locked on him at this very moment.

And right then, the group of musicians around Shui Lan—who had been in a beautiful mood a second ago—instantly went green in the face.

Because the amount in Zhang Fan’s screenshot...

Two hundred and thirty-six point two five million!

Keep in mind, Dream Sky does not take a cut of this money.

Aside from taxes, all that money belongs to Zhang Fan.

They’d been making music for years, and you could basically say they hadn’t even earned a fraction of that total.

The company takes a cut!

The distribution channels take a cut!

Greasing all kinds of palms!

Taxes!

What’s left in-hand is barely anything.

Thinking of that, Shui Lan’s group collectively went into shut-down mode.

At the same time, the Weibo that had been boiling over suddenly went dead quiet.

Two hundred and thirty million plus!

Motherfucker, that asshole Zhang Fan made that much off one album?

The folks who’d been calling Zhang Fan a broke loser almost smashed their own phones.

Thinking of the balance in their own bank accounts, a whole crowd silently uninstalled Weibo.

Fuck this shit!

We just came to watch some drama, and we still get crit-hit through the screen?

How are we supposed to play anymore?

Motherfucker, I’m so hungry!

What should I eat?

Huh, why’s there instant noodles under the bed?

Shit, that’s this month’s rations.

Thinking of that screenshot of Zhang Fan, eating instant noodles with over two hundred and thirty million behind it, countless people had tears of regret welling at the corners of their eyes.

Why did we have to run our filthy mouths!

Why did we have to hurt ourselves!

He’s not eating instant noodles because he’s broke!

But we are eating instant noodles because we really are broke!

The more they thought about it, the madder they got!

Countless people opened their app store and re-downloaded Weibo!

"@Shui Lan, so what if you’re loaded. You think you’re hot shit? Do you know how many kids’ dreams you’re eating away with that one breakfast?"

"@Shui Lan, let me educate you. In some poor mountain areas, a child doesn’t even spend fifty yuan a year!

Your one meal costs over ten grand—do you know how many children that could help?"

"@Shui Lan, never thought you’d be this heartless. Look at Zhang Fan, look at him—worth hundreds of millions, yet his breakfast is instant noodles. What’s wrong with instant noodles? Are we eating your instant noodles? What the hell are you yapping for?"

Already in shut-down mode, Shui Lan saw the flood of @s and his face twisted.

FUCK YOUR MOM!

Where the hell did these dumbfucks come from?

What are you flaming me for?

Did I fucking provoke you?

This is my breakfast, and you drag kids’ dreams into it?

This is fucking caviar!

But then, Shui Lan also started to sneer.

Motherfucker, that scumbag Zhang Fan must’ve hired a Naval Army!

"Hehe, I’m just a poor guy. My annual income only barely covers my daily expenses. I’m nothing like Zhang Fan, that guy makes hundreds of millions in minutes. Why don’t you ask him to donate to those kids?

Go to him!"

On Shui Lan’s side, he was already on the verge of hysteria.

I fucking wake up early in the morning, who did I offend?

"Assistant, go to the fan groups, gather some people, we’re going after Zhang Fan.

Heh, didn’t they drag in poor students? Then we’ll hype that. I really want to see how Zhang Fan has the face to blacken me over this."

"Using fans like that might not be a good idea. If it blows up, you might lose followers." the assistant said.

"The Naval Army side is totally not taking Zhang Fan’s orders. Look at what happened last time after he hired Naval Army." The veins on Shui Lan’s forehead were bulging.

Very quickly, countless people popped up on Weibo.

"@Face Over Here, you made this much money, have you ever donated?"

"@Face Over Here, do you know how hard life is right now for kids in poor mountain areas..."

In an instant, countless people on Weibo saw this and their faces turned darker by the second.

Moral blackmail!

That’s the thing they hate most!

And clearly, someone was stoking the flames here!

"Go find out who set these people up."

"Once you find this disgusting piece of shit, no matter which circle he’s from, destroy him."

Countless big shots issued orders!

Right then, three official Weibo accounts posted a picture.

China Firefighting Association!

China Red Cross Association!

China Hope Primary School Association!

Behind every picture was a massive donation amount!

Firefighting Association, five billion!

China Red Cross Association, five billion!

China Hope Primary School Association, five billion!

And the donor behind all these amounts!

Zhang Fan!

(Recently I’ve been losing weight, basically so exhausted I barely have the strength to hold my phone! I’m really not turning into a eunuch! After all, Zuiyang isn’t young anymore, the family keeps pushing me to go on blind dates. But as a hardcore fat otaku, you know what blind dates are like... And crossdressing is impossible at this body size. This poor fat otaku Zuiyang is working hard just to be able to wear women’s clothes someday, so don’t tear up the recommendation tickets in your hands!)