C10 The Day of the Godly Hands

Yang Lishan and Yang Yu had been standing outside the door for a few minutes, having pieced together the events that had unfolded inside.

"Old Yang..." Luo Deshou caught sight of Yang Lishan but found himself at a loss for words.

"That's Old Yang!" Luo Deshou's wife exclaimed at that moment.

The relatives, riled up by her declaration, approached Yang Lishan with a menacing glare. "So, you're the one who borrowed money from Old Luo?"

"Yes," Yang Lishan confirmed with a slight nod.

"Better pay up quickly, or you'll regret it!" the third brother threatened, trying to sound intimidating.

"Pay back the money?" Yang Yu responded by pulling a black plastic bag from his backpack. "Here you go, Uncle Luo!"

While the contents of the bag were unclear to the onlookers, Luo Deshou's face went pale as he grasped the bag. "Yang Yu, what have you done..."

"It's simple. I'm just returning the money I owe you," Yang Yu replied nonchalantly.

"Returning the money?" As soon as he uttered those words, Luo Deshou's wife eagerly opened the plastic bag to find several crisp, new bills, leaving her speechless.

"And about that interest you mentioned? Here's 60,000 yuan. The extra 10,000 is for the interest," Yang Yu added. With that, he guided his parents away, leaving the Luo family standing there in shock.

The Yang family had only borrowed the money for a week, yet they had paid back an astonishing 10,000 yuan in interest, surpassing even the rates of loan sharks.

Luo Deshou, holding the additional ten thousand, was awash with complex emotions. Adversity reveals true friends, and he feared that he might have just lost his friend Yang Lishan forever.

His wife, on the other hand, was all smiles. To her, the bonds of brotherhood and friendship paled in comparison to the importance of getting the money.

The once-aggressive brothers from her side of the family were now silent. They had enjoyed kicking a man when he was down, but the tables had turned. Not only had the Yang family not fallen into the proverbial well, but they had also risen to heights beyond their reach.

During the Yang family's crisis, Lyu Huan, the mother, had borrowed money from colleagues and friends far and wide.

Even some distant relatives had borrowed money.

Deep into the night, those far-flung kin couldn't possibly repay their debts, leaving them no choice but to settle the loans from nearby colleagues and friends first.

So, by the time Yang Yu made it back home, he had managed to pay back just over two hundred thousand yuan—a mere drop in the ocean compared to the ten million owed.

"Everyone should head to bed early," Yang Lishan suggested.

He knew that both Yang Yu and Lyu Huan had shouldered immense pressure these past few days. And Yang Manman, though spared the ordeal of borrowing money and enduring the scrutiny of others, still needed to take care of her health following a serious illness.

Back in his bedroom, Yang Yu's emotions were a tangled mess.

He had been kept out of the loop during the borrowing, clueless about how his mother had managed to secure the funds.

Yet today, as they repaid the loans, he could see the contempt in people's eyes when they looked at his mother.

Adversity reveals true character, and individuals like Hua Junliang were exceedingly rare.

More often, one encountered the petty and the cruel, eager to kick others when they were down.

Once he composed himself, Yang Yu turned his attention to the daily task set by the Super Rich System.

"A Tycoon's Day, 2% complete, with 41 minutes left!"

Even repaying debts counted as spending, but he had only managed to fulfill 2% of the task. Failure wouldn't mean the end, but the sting of losing system coins was still unpleasant.

In a rush, Yang Yu pulled out his phone to find ways to splurge.

"The latest model from Fruit Phone, 13,800 yuan each—I'll take two!" Without a second thought, Yang Yu placed an order on Taobao, deliberately skipping the seller's discount coupons to spend more.

"A Tycoon's Day, now 3% complete, 36 minutes to go!"

He pondered asking his parents what they needed, to spend the money faster. But he quickly dismissed the idea, knowing they wouldn't approve of such reckless spending.

Living like a tycoon seemed straightforward, but it was anything but easy.

Once envious of the wealthy, Yang Yu now found himself at a loss on how to enjoy his riches.

As midnight drew closer, Yang Yu's anxiety intensified.

It was then that he noticed an app icon on his phone: Anill Live.

Anill Live, a live streaming platform that had gained popularity in recent years, had quickly outpaced its competitors with its unique approach, establishing itself as a frontrunner in the online streaming space.

Some time back, Anill Live had run a promotional campaign offering a ten yuan cash incentive for every new user sign-up.

Many of his classmates had jumped on the bandwagon, and Yang Yu had been persuaded to join in as well.

To Yang Yu, the whole concept of live streaming seemed pointless. Splurging money on virtual gifts for streamers was, in his view, an extravagant pastime for the wealthy.

But at this moment, Yang Yu wasn't just wealthy; he was a godly tycoon. What could possibly be more extravagant than showering a female streamer with tips?

Upon launching Anill Live, he was greeted by a promotional interface showcasing a bevy of attractive men and women.

Clicking on the top feature, Yang Yu was captivated by a live streamer—a young woman pouring her heart into a song, her voice as enchanting as a siren's call.

Ami, Anill Live's star streamer, had dominated the platform's tipping charts for seven hundred consecutive days. As the only streamer to surpass level fifty, she held the record for the highest concurrent online viewership. Her annual earnings exceeded one hundred million, with a staggering fifty million yuan contract with Anill Live for the current year alone.

She was constantly breaking new records in the live streaming world, but what really kept people talking was her relationship with the nation's heartthrob and affluent heir, Deng Yiming.

Deng Yiming had publicly lauded Ami on several occasions. Endorsed by the nation's most eligible bachelor, Ami's streaming career had been nothing short of meteoric.

Recently, she had released her debut single and appeared on various variety shows. Rumor had it she was even slated to perform at a satellite TV's New Year's Eve Gala.

Despite it not being the peak viewing hours, Ami's live stream still boasted over twenty million fans—a number that, while not quite reaching her record of fifty million concurrent viewers, was more than enough to eclipse her fellow streamers.

"Come on, everyone, let's push through to midnight! If we do, we'll set a new record—eight hundred days in a row at the top of Anill Live's gift leaderboard!" Ami announced.

No sooner had she spoken than the live broadcast room was inundated with gifts, the most conspicuous of which was Deng Yiming's super rockets.

Valued at ten thousand yuan each, Deng Yiming's super rockets had piled up to a staggering two hundred on the screen, meaning he alone had contributed two million yuan tonight.

The other fans were equally enthusiastic, sending a relentless stream of gifts that flooded the screen.

Yang Yu did a quick tally and estimated that in just a matter of seconds, Ami had raked in over a million in gifts, and that didn't even account for Deng Yiming's super rockets.

Yet, Yang Yu wasn't particularly fond of this ultra-popular female streamer, nor did he care about her record-breaking streak.

He casually sent a few free gifts before switching to another channel.

The next streamer, Nan Yi, appeared on screen as a poised and stunning beauty in traditional attire. But as soon as she spoke, a male voice shattered the illusion.

"Dressed as a lady but with a man's voice—I can't handle it!" Yang Yu quickly exited.

He hopped from one channel to the next, making his way to the less prominent bottom of the homepage where the streamers struggled for visibility and their popularity was modest.

Yang Yu's attention was drawn to an avatar at the very bottom. "Only fifty viewers for this streamer? That's pretty dismal."

Moved by a sense of compassion, he clicked in. Instantly, a girl with a pure and dignified presence filled the screen. She was smartly dressed in business attire, her movements graceful, her aura exceptionally refined.