Chapter Forty-Eight: It's All Fake, Just for Fun

At this very moment, upon hearing that Bai Qingming was going to teach her how to make money by buying funds, the female fan was overjoyed. Though she claimed not to be greedy and only wished to preserve her capital, she knew deep down that if she mastered Bai Qingming’s method, she would not settle for merely breaking even. She wanted to earn big, really big. If she made enough, she would quit her job, freeing herself from her boss’s daily harassment and no longer needing to toil at night, working part-time jobs.

With that in mind, she listened intently to Bai Qingming’s words. But as soon as Bai Qingming finished explaining his so-called method, the fan was stunned.

“Boss... Are you joking?” she asked, still clinging to hope.

“What joke? Everything I said is true,” Bai Qingming replied casually, shattering her hope completely.

Even if Bai Qingming’s words were genuine, the money she had left was far too little; even with insurance, she couldn’t profit much.

“Boss, may I ask—how much have you invested in funds?” she inquired.

Bai Qingming thought for a moment. “Not much, just a little over a hundred million. Besides that, I also own twenty percent of Goose Corporation.”

He spoke lightly, as if it were nothing.

Yet everyone believed him.

In an instant, the streaming chat exploded.

“My goodness, is the Single Godfather really this rich?”

“I knew our spiritual leader was affluent, but I never expected him to be this wealthy.”

“Alas, I’m uneducated, but I can get by with just one ‘Wow!’”

“Amazing! Let me teach you another word: awesome.”

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Truth be told, despite Bai Qingming’s casual tone, not a single person doubted his words. There was no reason to. The story sounded incredible, but from Bai Qingming’s lips, it felt utterly convincing.

Perhaps it was because he was handsome?

Bai Qingming himself certainly thought so.

“Boss, you’re truly impressive!” the female fan exclaimed in astonishment.

Bai Qingming continued to flaunt, “Keep it low-key. In this circle, I’m just a novice.”

Hearing that, the fan became even more excited.

Just a novice? What must the others in his circle be like?

Vaguely, the fan felt as though the gods she worshipped lately had finally answered her prayers, leading her to Bai Qingming. This was clearly an opportunity! If she could seize it and blend into Bai Qingming’s circle, wouldn’t she rise to fame and honor her family?

A thought took root in her mind. She must rely on her beauty to cling to Bai Qingming, the big shot, and let him usher her into the circle. Even if she ended up as a plaything for the wealthy, it would be better than failing to sell cars here, shivering in black stockings every day.

“Boss, the circle you mentioned sounds so elite. Can you let me experience it? Name any condition—you can ask me to do anything.”

She emphasized the last word, “anything,” desperate to make clear that as long as he brought her into that circle, whatever he wanted from her was no problem.

But Bai Qingming remained unfazed, as if nothing had happened.

“There’s nothing elite about it. It’s all fake. If you win, you can’t withdraw; if you lose, it doesn’t hurt. It's just for fun.”

Hearing that, the fan was left bewildered. She thought she understood, but wasn’t quite sure.

Seeing her confusion, Bai Qingming took out his phone.

“Still don’t get it? Look, I use this app to play. Give me another week, and the whole Goose Corporation will be mine.”

The fan leaned in to see the app Bai Qingming was pointing at, nearly fainting on the spot.

The app was called Stock Fund Simulator!

Damn it!

So all that talk—hundred million in funds, shares in Goose Corporation—was just virtual assets on this app?

The fan felt her intelligence had been insulted, nearly losing her composure. Thankfully, she held it together, but her mood was shattered. She said nothing more, simply turning and leaving.

Not far from the dealership, she deleted the social media post featuring her photo with Bai Qingming.

At that moment, viewers in the livestream were laughing gleefully.

“Are you the devil? So cruel!”

“I didn’t see this twist coming. Stock simulator, truly impressive.”

“In that case, I guess I’m the world’s richest man. Assets in the billions, and in dollars, too. If you doubt me, I’ll send you a screenshot from my simulator.”

“If you don’t work hard when young, you’ll play with simulators when old.”

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On the other side of the screen, Old Wet was laughing nonstop from start to finish. He’d long heard of Bai Qingming’s reputation as the Single Godfather, but never imagined he’d be this slick.

He’s almost inhuman.

As someone who could spend seven figures on a piece of pure music just on a whim, Old Wet couldn’t help wanting to befriend Bai Qingming.

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Meanwhile, Bai Qingming had only wanted to tease the female fan, but hadn’t expected her to leave so abruptly. But there was nothing he could do about it.

He’d started out just wanting to show off a bit, but who would’ve thought she’d believe everything he said? Who could be blamed for that?

He glanced at the fan count in the top right corner of the livestream.

Oh my.

Bai Qingming was startled.

Why had the fan count dropped to one million? So many lost.

Then it struck him.

This was Brother Wang’s phone—his livestream.

Thank goodness!

At that moment, Brother Wang had finished the paperwork, paid, and finally bought his dream vehicle. Though his original goal had been four wheels, he ended up with two, but the motorcycle suited his style even better.

All in all, the trip hadn’t been wasted.

“Come on, bro, let me show you the joy of riding!”

Brother Wang beckoned, and Bai Qingming got on behind him.

Soon, the two left, thoroughly satisfied.

But after riding just two blocks, trouble arose.

Ahead was a road leading to the city center—the same path they’d taken earlier.

Now, several security guards were blocking the way.

They’d closed the road, refusing to let pedestrians through.

Many people wanting to pass were gathered, making a scene, some cursing under their breath.

“Did someone catch a homewrecker or something?” Brother Wang said eagerly, stopping the motorcycle, thinking there might be some drama.

“Let’s go take a look,” Bai Qingming said, and the two walked over.

They asked someone, but after a long, stuttering explanation, Bai Qingming still couldn’t figure out what was going on. All he learned was that the road closure had something to do with a streamer—someone called Lion King.

Just then, Bai Qingming heard a security guard talking on the phone.

“Boss, it’s no good. I can’t handle this. The road won’t stay closed. There’s a group insisting on passing through. Honestly, closing the road like this isn’t right—it’s shameless.”

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