Chapter 75: Witch's Apple’s Resentment

At the same time, the atmosphere in Witch's Apple’s live stream was electric. After Apple is Beautiful returned from Irene's stream, they immediately posted about Irene's activities, sparking dissatisfaction among Witch's Apple's viewers. [Love Apple: Whatever others have, our Apple can have too!] [Charger: Money Brother, it's all on you! I can only afford flowers.] [Never Been Underwater: Money Brother, are you out of cash or out of power?] Absolutely Rich was actually a staff member on the streaming platform. Though he could send gifts, he wouldn't give away so much money without reason. Besides, he would feel uncomfortable doing so. [Absolutely Rich: Another 50 gifts? Is that what you want, Little Apple?] Witch's Apple felt a pang of resentment, but she was always smart. She managed a gentle smile. "Why say such things? Money Brother's support has always been the most important to me, and I have so many fans who like me. I'm already very happy." "Thank you for your generous gifts, Money Brother!" Her pleasant voice filled with admiration made Absolutely Rich feel much better. The stream chat echoed with messages praising Money Brother’s generosity. Witch's Apple sneakily glanced at the backstage streaming data, feeling both jealous and angry. Her stream's popularity still couldn't compare to Irene's. How could this be? How could a newcomer, who had only been streaming for two days, have such good stats? But if the big spender from that agency stream could become her fan, that would be perfect. Witch's Apple's eyes sparkled as she thought, her charm making many male fans in the stream cheer. She opened her private messages and sent a text and a photo: "Hello, Brother Mosin, can we chat privately?" Witch's Apple was very confident in her looks. Her previous top supporters were all hooked this way. However, she waited for a long time and received no response. On this platform, if the other party didn't reply, you could only send two messages. Witch's Apple grew impatient and decided to check out the agency stream to understand her competitor. Opening the page, she laughed. Not even showing her face and having an old lady on screen, and she didn’t even graduate high school. Are kids these days so unreliable? She confidently tossed her hair. She was a top student from a prestigious university's forensic science program! Beautiful and talented, how could she lose to others? Meanwhile, Irene was looking at the backend data. Madame Kashi was shocked by the gifts: "Is there really so much money? Irene, we should return it!" Irene chuckled. "Grandma, the platform takes a cut. Streaming works like this; if viewers like it, they give gifts, if not, they curse." Seeing Madame Kashi’s confusion, Irene smiled and said, "Grandma, we'll keep our share. The rest we can donate to children who can't afford school or refugees in F State. How about that?" Madame Kashi smiled and nodded. "Good. Do as you said." She looked at the money transferred to the bank card and happily said, "This is almost as much as his father earned in a month when he was young." Irene nodded with a smile. Meanwhile, Percy’s secretary found the address written in Irene's stream title. "Boss, it's here." Percy got out of the luxury car, looking around skeptically. The place was quite rundown. The house looked nice ten years ago but was now in poor condition. The concrete road in front of the house was cracked. Moreover, the house stood at a crossroads, with a noisy supermarket nearby. Would the boss live here? Percy looked around, confused. Did he get the wrong place? The boss valued quality of life; how could he live here? Several more luxury cars pulled up. These were businessmen from A City who, unable to continue the meeting, decided to follow Percy. The head of the Baker family glanced at Joyce. Asking for directions would be awkward for others but not for Joyce, given his young age. So Joyce went to ask for directions. Percy didn't stop him; having someone help was good. Joyce, with a stern face, approached a plump woman coming out of the supermarket: "Excuse me, is there a detective agency around here?" Joyce looked intimidating, as if causing trouble. The woman, Yuna, replied, "Never heard of it," and hurried away. Joyce called out, but Yuna didn't look back. Joyce felt doubtful. Wasn't he good-looking? Why run away? Seeing Yuna glancing back occasionally, Joyce thought she knew but was too scared to say. Percy, who had been watching, followed with his secretary. Sure enough, after several turns, Yuna led them to a house. In the yard sat a woman—it was the boss! She was messaging the streaming platform's management. [Admin: You haven't shown your face. We suggest revealing it when you reach 5 million fans. It will boost your popularity.] Irene refused: "Thank you, but I don't plan to show my face." [Admin: Okay, no problem. Every streamer has some freedom on our platform. The FBI’s tech department wants to contact you.] Irene sent a screenshot: "Please give them this photo. It’s new evidence." Admin: ??? So impressive? [Admin: One more thing. When the gift amount reaches a certain level, you can add a badge. Would you like to add the Super King VIP user’s name to your stream?] Irene nodded: "Yes, thank you." Stefan had spent a lot, so she should give him some recognition. [Admin: Also, we signed you up for the top ten popular streamers. Is that okay?] Irene didn’t mind: "I saw that. Thank you."