By a shallow stream, a woman with heavy makeup and long hair stood barefoot in the water, searching for something.
Though her face was plain, her figure was decent. She wore a bright red floral cheongsam, which stood out starkly against the serene backdrop of green mountains and blue water. As she walked, she exaggerated her movements, unreservedly showing off her body.
"Wow, Qianqian's figure is amazing!"
"Hey, beauty, can I get to know you?"
"Where's your hometown, Qianqian? Maybe we're from the same place!"
"You're way too thin, come let me spoil you!"
The livestream chat flooded with compliments, flirting, and suggestive comments. Virtual gifts were pouring in nonstop.
The upper-left corner of the screen showed a steady viewership in the hundreds of thousands—proof that this streamer had quite a following on the platform.
The female streamer occasionally picked up her phone and replied with a flirtatious smile.
"Your sweet talk is so dangerous, big bro. Are you trying to fool poor little Qianqian?"
"Everyone says I'm not good-looking… I've never really had much confidence since I was a kid…"
"I'm just a village girl. Follow me, and I'll take you out to explore the countryside every day…"
The stream titled Qianqian in the Countryside was one of the hottest on the Sunflower livestream platform and the crown jewel of the Kuangba 2000 streaming guild.
Although the tag said "rural lifestyle," the stream's avatar featured two women in cheongsam. The streamers—Qianqian and Wenwen—claimed to be sisters from the countryside, though besides their decent figures, they bore no resemblance to each other.
Off-camera, beside the creek, sat two men. A younger one operated a DV camera, while an older one casually scrolled through his phone. At their feet were large blue bags stuffed with lighting gear, umbrellas, makeup, clothes, shoes, bottled water, and all kinds of snacks. Torn wrappers were scattered carelessly along the path.
"Young bro, how's the stream doing?" the cameraman asked.
He had a naturally gloomy face and often appeared in the stream pretending to be a local farmer.
The viewer count and gift tally were visible on-screen, but the real numbers—only the middle-aged man, known as Brother Yong, truly understood.
"Today's viewership dropped by another 20,000 compared to yesterday," Brother Yong snapped. "And aside from the gifts we faked and what the partner guild chipped in, actual viewer donations barely hit 30,000. After sharing that with our clients, there won't be enough left to pay your wages!"
"Don't worry, Brother Yong. We'll make it all back when we sell local goods in a few days."
"You don't get it!" Brother Yong glared. "Our viewership's plummeting. If we lose all our fans, who'll still buy your crap?"
The younger man shrank back, clearly intimidated.
"And who the hell is that guy from Shiyu Mountain—Li? He gets over 100,000 viewers on his very first stream! He's stealing our traffic!"
"It's not just traffic—he took a few of our top tippers too! I asked around. That guy hasn't signed with any guild yet."
"What? No guild?"
The cameraman was stunned.
"So all those tips—like over ten grand a day—are real money?"
He'd been in the business for two years and knew the inside game well. Most top streamers faked their tips—shelling out money to themselves to appear popular. But if this guy was pulling in tens of thousands a day without any padding… that was next-level.
"Well, maybe not... Look, I already sent people to deal with him. He won't be a problem much longer. You call Wenwen now. I want the numbers back up before the day ends."
"She's on her day off…"
"Day off? At a time like this? Call her now!"
Soon, another curvy woman arrived in a blue cheongsam. She kicked off her high heels and stepped into the water to join "her sister."
The two of them picked shells and crabs for a while, then—on Brother Yong's cue—started playfully splashing around. Tips and comments flowed in again, data looking much better.
But the joy didn't last long.
Suddenly, the chat took a turn:
"Ugh, not this shameless act again. I've had enough."
"Pretending to be rural while putting on this kind of show? That's insulting to real countryside folk."
"Wearing cheongsam to do chores? Seriously?"
Brother Yong flinched. He quickly used his moderator access to ban the "haters."
But no sooner had he banned two users than dozens more showed up:
"You really think you can mess with our silly little Hanhan? Dream on!"
"Banning our Hanhan Guard members? Try banning us all!"
"For Hanhan, CHARGE!"
"Take this stream down!"
"Revenge for Hanhan!"
The chat became a bullet storm—fast, furious, impossible to counter. The viewer count skyrocketed from 340,000 to 400,000 in less than a minute.
But no one was celebrating. They knew this spike wasn't fans—it was a full-on raid.
After blocking dozens of users, Brother Yong snapped. The two streamers were pale, too shaken to continue their act. They ended the stream in a panic.
"Someone tell me—who the hell is this Hanhan? What guild is he from? When did we piss him off?" Brother Yong fumed.
"I checked, Brother Yong. No streamer on the platform goes by that name."
"Could it be… a celebrity?" Qianqian guessed.
"These internet celebs are nuts. Say one bad thing, and you've got an army of fans swarming in seconds."
Wenwen nodded. "This does feel like one of those stan attacks."
Brother Yong clutched his head.
"So... which damn celeb did we offend this time?"
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