I'm A Baller

Everyone had their cell phones in front of them, which they were using to read the incoming comments.

Ling Ya chose one randomly and read it out loud: “What does Boss Wang look like? How old is he? Does he dress like a baller?”

Being the extrovert that he was, Da Gang immediately started performing.

“Let me tell you, bro. His presence was amazing… and his mannerisms were so freaking elegant and refined! While watching him eat, the rest of us didn’t even dare to chew…”

And Ah Dai, as the straightforward boy he was, mumbled, “Boss Wang isn’t that old…”

Before he could finish speaking, he received a kick underneath the table from the person next to him, who was clearly warning him of his faux pas.

Ling Ya stood up and grabbed the indigestion relief tablets from the rotating tray, cleverly diverting everyone’s attention.

This girl, who wore the sweetest smile ever, showed the tablets to the camera and said sweetly, “Look! These are the tablets Boss Wang prepared for us! Although I don’t like taking indigestion tablets, I’m hoping that taking them will give me some luck!”

Everyone immediately glanced over in interest.

“There are only six tablets though. Is there anyone who doesn’t want one?” she asked.

Ling Ya was right. Nobody enjoyed taking such tablets, but since they were given to them by Boss Wang, they were all thinking of taking one for luck.

After staring at each other in silence for a while, Da Gang decided to withdraw voluntarily.

“The six of you can have them! I have a good digestive system, so no worries. And not to brag, but I could sh*t four catties in one go!”

“Pffft!”

One of the girls had been eating a crab leg, unprepared to hear this joke, so some bits flew out of her open mouth.

The viewers also started responding to what Da Gang had just said.

“Eat four pounds worth of crab first!”

“Come, come, come! After you take a dump later, be sure to weigh your sh*t. If it really weighs four pounds, I’ll pay to send a huge rocket across the screen!”

As the comments were growing too disgusting, they stopped reading so as not to affect their appetites.

Since Da Gang had voluntarily withdrawn, the remaining six of them took one tablet each.

Initially, they didn’t feel any different, but after a while, Ah Dai scratched his head in puzzlement. “Eh? My stomach feels alright again?”

“Mine too!”

“There isn’t much of a difference for me.”

“I feel pretty good. I think it helps to improve your gastric functions.”

Da Gang was envious at their responses. “Wah! Is it that amazing? What’s the brand? I want to stock up on two boxes for myself!”

There was no brand and only a few words on the package that stated: “Secret recipe. Protects and enhances your digestive system.”

The netizens didn’t believe that, however. They thought that the hosts were sucking up to Boss Wang, so they roasted them in the comments.

“Date of production, manufacturer, name of the drug… There’s nothing there. The tablets are of dubious origin, yet you guys are raving about them as if they were an elixir or something…”

“How do you guys add images into your comments? Teach me!”

“…”

Comments continued flooding the screen. But despite what was being said in the comments, the six of them really did feel different.

It wasn’t anything dramatic, like feeling a surge of energy coursing through their body, but they truly did feel less bloated.

“He must have found a master to make the tablets with rare Chinese herbs!”

Ling Ya hadn’t looked at the live comments and had merely hazarded a guess, but everyone believed what she said and nodded in agreement.

“I think it contains ginseng…”

“It probably has snow lotus as well… I don’t feel as hot anymore.”

“Which herb aids constipation? I suddenly feel like going to the toilet…”

The netizens were practically laughing themselves silly, thinking that this bunch of people were really trying their best to put on a good show for their rich sponsor.

But the six of them knew very well that there was no acting involved.

Mizi, for example, wasn’t even sure whether everyone else felt the same.

The slight twitching in her abdomen felt like a hallucination, but the crabs before her suddenly seemed even more appealing. Why waste time in devouring them then? She would continue eating!

…

As for Wang Yan, he wasn’t concerned about the competition and the livestream at all and had headed straight to the spa.

He cared even less about how they split the tablets.

Wang Yan was only after his peace of mind, which was typical of the kind of charitable act that was usually criticized. He didn’t really care about following up, as long as it didn’t harm his interests or cause him any discomfort.

According to the critics of such behavior, one was supposed to monitor how their donations were being put to use, then review whether they had helped to address the problem. They were expected to be responsible from start to end.

And at the end of it all, they would be asked, “If you’re that rich, why not take care of those people’s pensions and funeral expenses as well?!”

Wang Yan couldn’t be bothered.

“Paths are made by walking. If I’m able to help you out a bit, that’s goodwill on my part. Don’t expect me to go all the way,” he thought.

Since he had time to spare, he decided to go for a spa treatment.

The spa in a hotel wasn’t a bar that sold water or beverages, but a place that provided massage services.

It was kind of like a small bathhouse.

Soaking, sauna, steam room, massage, oxygenating facials, deep cleansing, aromatherapy, manicure, ear candling… They had everything.

Basically, whatever services were being offered by a traditional spa outside were also available at a five-star hotel, only better.

He didn’t know how good the spa was at Dong Yuan International, but looking at the price menu, he knew that the services would definitely not come cheap.

Just a foot massage alone cost 198 dollars; this was what Manager Liu had given his ten guests.

After looking at a notification which had appeared in the system panel, Wang Yan decided to go for the full works!

A thousand one hundred eighty-eight for the whole package?

Too cheap!

He had wanted to ask if they offered any special services, but eventually refrained from doing so since the masseur looked like she was only a seven out of ten.

When only the foot services remained, Wang Yan had nothing better to do, so he took a look at the livestream.

Opening Douyu, he found “King Crabs, jjang jjang jjang” on the right side of the main page and wondered how the contestants were doing.

When prompted to log in, Wang Yan figured that he might as well create and register an account. Not wanting to waste too much time on a user name, he decided on “Wang Fugui.”

No matter how Wang Yan had changed, he was still that warm-hearted youth deep inside.

What made him warm?

Hugging all the pretty girls he came across!

Silly Warm Yan clicked on the livestream and became one of the many viewers.

It was already the last thirty minutes of the competition. All seven contestants had eaten a minimum of three crabs by now.

Wang Yan had a look at the number of views, which was currently 1.82 million.

It was clearly overflowing.

The numbers were pretty impressive, even by Douyu’s standards.

The top two streamers on Douyu, Xiao Zhi and Wu Wu, were both live streaming as well.

The former had 2.3 million viewers, and the latter had 1.98 million. Brother Qi, who was a regular in the top three, had only 1.26 million viewers.

There was no doubt that the day’s eating competition had been a big hit.