Chapter 134 - 132: Turkey-Flavored Crunchies

Five minutes went by in a flash.

"Everyone, stop sending gifts, time’s up!"

"I’m about to start drawing the lucky viewers for tonight..."

Lu Heng finished speaking and clicked the raffle button in the live stream room.

After the last chat with that female manager from Douhu, she probably won’t dare to pull any tricks again.

So, he just used the built-in raffle feature in the live stream room.

In the blink of an eye, the two lucky viewers for tonight had already been drawn.

Getting picked out of hundreds of thousands, even millions of fans, is simply as hard as ascending to heaven!

The viewers understood this, so even if they weren’t picked, no one would be disappointed or angry.

In fact, quite the opposite, everyone was a bit happy.

After all, the fun’s about to start!

"Hey, where’s that guy who just said he got picked? Come out and show yourself!"

"Yeah, weren’t you just telling us to admire you? Where’d you go?"

"My dad taught me from a young age, never tell lies, isn’t that right, Taoist daddy?"

"Damn! That thick skin could almost match mine!"

"I wonder what kind of fun we’ll have tonight? Where’s my takeout?"

"Guys, my dinner tonight is imported black pork with fresh tomato sauce and fish-flavored dressing; anyone want to try?"

"Holy cow, that dish name is like a young bull riding a motorbike—majestic and impressive!"

"With just that name, it wouldn’t sell for less than 399 at a Michelin-starred restaurant!"

"I’m different, I’m having medium-rare Kobe beef with pearl sweet rice and a slightly sweet French cabbage soup."

"That’s impressive! I have to admit, our live stream viewers are talented!"

"Bro, can you speak human? I don’t get any of it!"

"What’s not to get? The first one’s eating fish-flavored pork, and the second’s having beef rice bowl with cabbage soup."

"Change the names, and it’s like a goat farting a sheep—both fancy and quirky!"

The viewers’ antics made Lu Heng chuckle.

He glanced at the two lucky winners of the night and smiled, "Let’s congratulate ’Turkey Flavor Chips’ and ’8th of August’ as our lucky viewers!"

"Next up, let’s welcome our first lucky viewer, ’Turkey Flavor Chips’!"

With that, Lu Heng sent a co-host invite to the viewer.

The first lucky viewer’s name was quite a mouthful.

He almost mispronounced it.

The viewers were also amused by the name.

"Wow, I thought the Taoist was gonna get it wrong!"

"Turkey flavor what?"

"That name, sounds like a closet nerd!"

"Damn! Is this guy trying to embarrass the Taoist?"

"I’m planning to make his ’thing’ turkey-flavored!"

"Bro, I’m with you! When you’re in, I’ll take care of your wife!"

"With someone taking care of the wife, I’ll take a hit and help manage your finances!"

"One takes care of the wife, one manages finances, I’ll handle the real estate!"

"Does he have a car? I can take it for a spin to keep it in shape."

"Are you guys even human? He’s not in yet, and you’re dividing the assets? Bro, I don’t mind taking over, either!"

"Damn, you bunch of jerks! I’m different, I just want a taste!"

"Fate is easy to know, but hard to change!"

Meanwhile, the co-host request was quickly accepted.

Then a little fatty with black-rimmed glasses and a crew cut appeared in the live stream room.

"Hello, Taoist and friends!"

The little fatty greeted with a smile.

"Hello to you too, my friend!"

"How should we address you?"

Lu Heng nodded slightly and asked softly.

"Taoist, just call me Little Fatty."

The little fatty replied cheerfully.

After observing the little fatty for a while, the viewers confirmed their suspicion that he was indeed a closet nerd!

Meanwhile, some felt he looked familiar.

After a moment of recollection, they finally remembered his identity.

"Little Fatty, is your Weibo name ’Battle Before Poop’?"

"What kind of name is that, so gross!"

"Don’t you know ’Battle Before Poop’? He’s a big shot in the modeling community, who once spent 400,000 yuan on LEGO to build a life-size Lamborghini!"

"He’s also famous in the otaku circle, rumor has it he bought a 1,000-square-meter villa just to display his collectible figures."

"So it’s Brother Fu! Send me 50 bucks first to show your power!"

"Could a rich second-generation be an otaku?"

"Why not? Not every rich second-generation likes to party and date."

"Don’t fear the rich spending wildly, fear when they have ambitions!"

"Hahaha, true! Partying and playing around is fine, but fear the day a rich kid gets bumped on the head and suddenly wants to prove themselves..."

"Wait a sec, with our Fatty Brother’s capabilities, does he need the Taoist’s fortune telling?"

"Why wouldn’t having money mean you don’t need fortune telling? I tell you, some rich folks believe even more in feng shui and fortune-telling."

"Fake business wars: active attacks, clicking tactics... Real business wars: killing the rival’s money tree with boiling water, poisoning their feng shui fish..."

Lu Heng glanced at the bullet screen, surprised that this little fatty was a celebrity.

He smiled and asked, "I wonder what you’d like to have read tonight?"

"Taoist, I’d like to ask you to read my love future!"

The little fatty blushed slightly, a little embarrassed: "Taoist, three months ago, I met a girl at an anime convention."

"She was very beautiful, with big eyes, a high nose bridge, long flowing hair, and a good figure."

"She was very interesting to talk to and shared my interests!"

As he spoke, the little fatty’s face showed a hint of bliss.

Then he continued, "Honestly, I am an otaku, not fond of going out; I only occasionally go to anime conventions."

"Before, I’d also meet pretty girls at conventions."

"But because I’m fat and not handsome, they usually won’t bother with me..."

At this point, the viewers couldn’t help but laugh.

"This truly resonates with me! If you’re not handsome, the girls won’t bother with you."

"Feeling the same +1! I’ve completely lost hope in this looks-centric world!"

"Seeing a rich kid also can’t get the girl, I finally feel relieved."

"Dying of laughter! You guys actually expect something lovely from those cosplay girls?"

"Yeah, just throw some money at it, and everything will be great!"

"As far as I know, many cosplay girls at conventions are part-timers; you can totally chat with the one you fancy!"

"Fatty Brother might be rich, but he’s too young!"

"You really don’t need to go out of your way to pander; just show enough strength, and people will naturally come to you..."

"Park a sports car at the convention door, and you’ll guarantee waking up with an aching back every day!"