C11 Moneyburning Operation

As a recent college graduate, Lee Fei'er's opportunities were the envy of many. She landed a job at a financial firm at a young age, and thanks to her impressive skills and striking looks, she quickly secured her place within the company. Now a city-dwelling white-collar worker, she boasts a monthly income of 30,000 yuan.

Lee Fei'er stands out as a success story, especially when compared to her peers who graduated alongside her.

Moreover, Fei'er has been gifted with a talent for singing and dancing since childhood. She occasionally live streams in her spare time, earning a bit of extra cash. Since live streaming is merely a hobby, Fei'er doesn't invest too much effort in it, treating it more as a way to unwind.

Her approach to streaming is natural and unpretentious—no cutesy acts, no seductive antics, no risqué displays. As a result, her popularity doesn't match that of the top female broadcasters.

Her irregular streaming schedule has led to a further dip in her following. Nowadays, she maintains an audience of just forty to fifty people daily, with a monthly income from streaming that hovers around four to five thousand yuan, placing her at the lower end of the spectrum on Anill Live.

Yet, Fei'er's loyal fans are well aware that she's on par with the premier female streamers in terms of looks and vocal talent.

Fei'er also sets herself apart by often urging her fans not to spend money on gifts, making her somewhat of an anomaly in the streaming world.

"With her subtle makeup, she's far more appealing than those heavily made-up streamers, and there's no sign of excessive digital beautification!" Yang Yu remarked, impressed after just a brief look at the streamer.

"It's nearly midnight, and I've got work tomorrow, so I can't keep chatting. I won't make it to level 10 today, so please, no more gifts. I really don't need them. I'll start streaming earlier tomorrow, but for today, this is goodbye," Fei'er spoke gently on the stream.

"I'll get you to level 11!" Yang Yu glanced at the clock—only thirty minutes to midnight—and promptly donated 250,000.

"Level 11? We need over two hundred thousand more to reach that. Don't joke around!" someone quickly countered in the chat.

Fei'er barely gave the message a second thought. The internet was full of braggarts, and few ever followed through with a tip.

"One rocket for 2,000 yuan, one hundred and twenty-five of them makes exactly 250,000!" Yang Yu calculated before promptly gifting them.

Yang Yu had intended to send a super rocket, but that was a privilege reserved for high-level members. At level 1, he was not eligible.

Lee Fei'er felt the fatigue setting in and was ready to wrap up the live stream. "Okay, I'll sing one last song for everyone, and then we'll call it a day!"

Mid-sentence, Lee Fei'er noticed a rocket icon flash across the live stream screen.

Rockets were second only to super rockets in value, each priced at 2,000 yuan.

Per her contract with Anill Live, Lee Fei'er would pocket 90% of the gift's value, meaning each rocket netted her 1,800 yuan.

This generous split was exactly why Anill Live had become a magnet for internet celebrities.

Yet for a smaller streamer like Lee Fei'er, whose monthly earnings hovered around four to five thousand yuan, receiving 1,800 yuan in one go was thrilling.

"Thank you, Yu, for the rocket. Love you!" Lee Fei'er professionally blew a kiss to the camera, her gratitude genuine.

Rockets were a rarity, and though Lee Fei'er had received a few over the past year, each one still sent a jolt of excitement through her.

"In appreciation to Yu, I'll sing..." Before she could announce her song choice, another rocket popped up on the screen.

Anill Live's rocket animation lasted three seconds, after which the tally would update. Lee Fei'er could only see two rockets and had no idea how many more were to come.

"Two rockets!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement.

Two rockets meant 3,600 yuan, nearly a month's income.

The surprise was enough to send anyone into a frenzy, and Lee Fei'er was no exception.

A second later, the animation for another rocket launch played. "Three, and there's still more..."

Subsequently, the fourth, fifth, and sixth rockets lit up the live stream screen in rapid succession, leaving viewers scrambling to keep up.

"Damn it, someone's actually trying to outdo me for Lee Fei'er!" In a villa within Spalding City, a portly middle-aged man swore under his breath as he stared at his phone screen.

This man was Sun Gaoshuang, a successful businessman who, at middle age, found himself with ample time for leisure and entertainment.

Unlike most, Sun Gaoshuang had taken a liking to online live streams, particularly following the glamorous female anchors.

Top female anchors had legions of wealthy admirers, making it tough for Sun Gaoshuang to get noticed.

So, he turned his attention to lesser-known anchors, and Lee Fei'er was his prime pick. Her presence and poise were on par with the elite, yet she remained under the radar due to her unfamiliarity with the nuances of live streaming.

The web was awash with such up-and-coming anchors, and tales of them being whisked away by affluent patrons were commonplace—Sun Gaoshuang had seen it happen.

After tipping over 20,000, Sun Gaoshuang had climbed to the top of the fan leaderboard—a sum that was a mere trifle to him.

It had become his routine to be serenaded by Lee Fei'er's captivating songs into the wee hours.

But today, Sun Gaoshuang encountered a rival.

"Who is this upstart daring to vie for my spot?" Sun Gaoshuang fumed.

He had lavished over 20,000 in gifts, yet his opponent could overtake him with just 12 rockets.

The challenger had already launched eight rockets, propelling himself to second place on the fan leaderboard.

"No, I can't let him get ahead!" Sun Gaoshuang resolved, promptly dispatching two more rockets.

"Thank you, Big Brother Sun, for the rockets!" Lee Fei'er exclaimed, her excitement mounting. What was happening today? Her high-roller fans were showering her with rockets non-stop.

But Sun Gaoshuang's generosity was quickly matched, and soon, only Yu's rockets remained on the screen.

Yu's tally had hit eleven rockets, narrowing the gap even further instead of widening it.

"Big Brother Sun, Yu's about to overtake you!" Lee Fei'er's face tensed with anxiety as she rooted for Sun Gaichang with fervor.

The saying goes, "To emerge from the mud unstained is but a legend." Despite Lee Fei'er's facade of being the epitome of innocence, seemingly indifferent to wealth, she frequently urged her fans to refrain from sending gifts.

Yet, when her affluent admirers showered her with lavish rewards, Lee Fei'er couldn't resist the allure of money. After all, who in their right mind would ever shun it?

Bolstered by the beauty's support, Sun Gaichang was not about to wave the white flag. He promptly topped up his account with 10,000 yuan and unleashed a barrage of five rockets.

But as his rockets launched, he was hit with the realization that the fan leaderboard had a new champion.

He had lavished gifts totaling 37,000 yuan, while Yu had already outdone him with 40,000 yuan's worth, and the tally was still climbing.

"Big Brother Sun, have you hit your limit?" Lee Fei'er peered into the camera, her face etched with concern.

That look only served to stoke Sun Gaichang's ire.

A man must never concede to being inadequate, especially not in the eyes of a woman.

Without hesitation, Sun Gaichang invested another 50,000 yuan, converting it all into rockets and sending them skyward.

After this spree, his total gifts amounted to a staggering 87,000 yuan—an enormous sum by any everyday standard.

Yet there he was, still in second place, trailing behind Yu, the new fan favorite, by a widening margin of 50,000 yuan.

"Yu is incredible!" In that moment, Lee Fei'er's past affections for her once-doting Big Brother Sun had vanished; her gaze was fixed solely on Yu.