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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: "I'm the Cash Grab Streamer: Signing Off at 3000!"

"呃..."

宿醉像鼓一样敲打着江峰的头骨.任何曾经真正被浪费的人都知道这种做法.

当你喝得太多时,尤其是那些铁杆的,令人反感的那种,第二天醒来是纯粹的痛苦.你的眼睑感觉粘在你跳动的眼眶上.一根无情的神经直直地跳动到他的后脑勺——就好像有人把它拉紧了,像绳子一样缠绕在他的头骨上.

感觉?绝对甜蜜的痛苦.

"该死的,"江枫咬牙切齿地呻吟着,回忆起昨晚的事情."那个姐姐真的是想杀人.一晚五次!给我零喘息的空间,是吧?

江峰,体面英俊,是一位表现最好的房地产经纪人 - 他公司的常年销售冠军.

昨天,为了完成一套价值 700 万元的复式公寓的交易,他被客户——一个了不起的女人——拖着喝酒出去.表面上,这是为了 "陪伴她".

实际上呢?一场全面的厄运盛宴.

想象一下:一张有 28 个座位的大型商务圆桌会议.蜿蜒曲折的 108 个装满白酒的小酒杯排列在上面.服务人员目瞪口呆,在门外徘徊,争论是拨打 911 还是叫救护车.

但江峰能退缩吗?不!

这不仅仅是关于 700 万元的佣金.关键是姐姐所说的,指着道:"小江,看到第108杯下的那张牌了吗?

"这是钥匙卡.英皇大饭店 808 室.终极考验.

"通过测试:两套公寓!"

姐姐笑了,她的笑容甜美.富人和权贵的简单快乐,江枫想.尽情玩耍,玩得开心.

"姐姐,你别担心.我知道怎么演,"江峰毫不犹豫地宣布,拿起一个玻璃杯喝了下去.

他从小就是孤儿,从来不知道家庭的温暖.到 12 岁时,他已经忙碌起来,做着台面下的工作.生活很早就教会了他一个残酷的事实:只有钱才是真的.其他都是胡说八道!

一百零八杯?那又怎样!最多两公斤半.不会杀我的!自下而上!

江枫一边喝一边笑着,一杯又一杯."这一次,献给你永恒的青春,姐姐!在舱口下!"这个,为了命运让我们走到一起!愿你的笑声永不消退!甘北!"这个,..."

一百零八杯.108 个独特的祝酒词.江枫没有重复一个祝福.如果一个推销员不能拿出那么多的银舌魅力,他还不如退出这个游戏.

所有 108 个玻璃杯都被清空.江枫站直了身子,他那抹着膏药的笑容毫不动摇.至于结果...嗯,在帝王酒店,那位漂亮的客户姐姐不只是在牌桌上玩弄他...她后来也扮演了他.

"至少那该死的合同签了..."江枫喃喃自语,摇晃着昏昏沉沉的脑袋,看着陌生的环境.他眨了眨眼,感到困惑.等一会!我漂亮的姐姐呢?我的私人套房在哪里?温暖的情侣大小的水床?这个便宜的出租屋他妈的是什么?!

江枫的眼睛又瞪了一眼.几秒钟后.一股外星记忆的洪流冲击着他的脑海."...我...有系统吗?!

No surge of excitement.

No wave of despair.

His very first thought was pure, unadulterated outrage: Holy shit! Did I drink myself half to death last night FOR NOTHING?!So it wasn't just that the sister played me...

She played me AND STIFFED ME ON THE PAYMENT!

[Ding! Host detected. System binding commencing...][Congratulations, Host! Bound to the Cash Grab Livestream System!]

"???"

Jiang Feng froze. System?Wait, what kind of system did it say? Livestream... Cash Grab System?

That... blunt?

[Per Transmigrator Regulations, Host-System compatibility: 99.9999%...]Jiang Feng let out a choked laugh. "You really do know me, huh? Thanks a bunch!"

[You're welcome.]

Great. And it's a half-assed AI to boot.

Jiang Feng: "Alright, spill it. What can you actually do?"

[This System is dedicated to assisting the Host in generating revenue via livestreaming. Upon initiating a livestream and receiving viewer gifts, completing the System's daily objective will yield random rewards.]

[Rewards are entirely random: Skills, Items, Information... The possibilities are limitless!]

Jiang Feng snapped his fingers. "Got it! I go live, people send me virtual gifts – only livestream gifts – I hit the target, I get a prize. That about right?"

[Affirmative, Host.]

[Generating data interface...]

[Name: Jiang Feng][Age: 23]

[Physique (STR + AGI Composite): 7.5↓]

[Stamina (END + REC + DUR Composite): 7.3↓]

[Appearance (AURA + CHARM + LOOKS Composite): 8.8↓]

...

[Current Cash Grab Level: Lv1 (0/5). Level up after 5 completed tasks!]

[Today's Cash Grab Task: 0/3000]

[Task Completion Reward: Lv1 Random Reward x1]

...

"This stamina stat is garbage... Way worse than my last life," Jiang Feng scoffed, eyeing the downward arrows. "What's with the arrows pointing down?"

[Host is in a state of suboptimal health. Physical attributes are gradually declining...]"..."

Damn straight! This body, while almost as good-looking as his previous one, was pathetic in every other way compared to the tank he used to be.

[Query: Does Host wish to commence livestream?]

"Not yet. Gotta prep first." Jiang Feng ignored the system's prompt. Did it think money was just lying on the ground waiting to be scooped up?Sure, big spenders had cash. But they weren't idiots. Why would they just shower you with money?

You needed something to make them sit up and take notice.

"Heading out…" Jiang Feng rummaged through drawers, guided by fragmented memories, and unearthed his pitiful savings – just over 1000 yuan.

He sped out the door on a shopping spree…

Clothes, sunglasses, a phone tripod, a ring light, props… and even squeezed in a haircut.

When everything was finally ready,

Jiang Feng studied his reflection. The transformation was stark. Gone was the washed-up unemployed look. Now? A sharp, slightly roguish charm. Definitely small-time wolf-dog material."Alright. Go live!"

Sonic Surge Platform.The world's largest live-streaming entertainment hub.

A chaotic spectacle where countless beauties vied for attention – a den of demons wasn't far off.

"Thank you for the gift, big brother~ Love you~"

"Wah~ Big brother, I want another gift, pretty please?~"

"Send me a gift, and I'll dance just for you~"

Amidst this siren song, streams boasting 100k+ viewers reveled in the intoxicating, money-flushed nightlife.

And damn if it didn't work. Some big spenders ate it right up. Hearing a streamer's saccharine, faux-innocent pleas, they'd send Hot Air Balloons floating across the screen without a second thought.

Sun Chen, however, found it all utterly tedious. As the #1 Fan for thirty-six female streamers, a Sonic Surge Level 49 whale, his usual kicks came from hearing streamers call him "Daddy." One "Daddy" earned a Carnival gift. The saucier the tone, the better – pure, unadulterated rich guy whimsy.

But tonight, he was in a foul mood.

The main reason? A streamer he'd heavily backed lately seemed to be getting above herself. When he'd asked for a dance, she'd actually hesitated. The sheer audacity!

Bristling with anger, Sun Chen had just endured that same streamer and her other top fans goading him in chat – "Show us your real power, big spender!" As if he were made of money!

Screw this. I'm out!Sun Chen exited the stream. No way was he gifting there again. He'd be a certified sucker.

But…

Leaving the stream didn't extinguish the simmering rage inside him. It had nowhere to go!

Gritting his teeth, Sun Chen scanned the platform, hunting for some streamer's chat to unleash his fury upon.

Suddenly!

A single stream title instantly seized his attention:

[CASH GRAB STREAM: ENDING AT 3000 $!]

Sun Chen let out a bark of furious laughter. "Oh, perfect. Now they're not even pretending? Just flat-out begging for cash? Well, tough luck for you, buddy. You just walked right into my bad mood tonight… Consider this your funeral."