Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 325 - 155 President, The Storm is Approaching_1

Chapter 325: Chapter 155 President, The Storm is Approaching_1

"Everyone has their own aspirations, so let’s not force Old White into anything he doesn’t want to do!"

Qian Jiahui, because his family was so wealthy, didn’t have to demean himself by considering the feelings of others. He did whatever he wanted, but this didn’t mean he was a dimwit with low emotional intelligence.

Regardless of how beautifully Xu Daguan spoke, his fundamental goal was still to use Lin Baici as a cash cow and make money off him.

This was one favor Qian Jiahui wouldn’t do!

After all, even blood brothers settle accounts clearly with each other, let alone the fact that Lin Baici’s relationship with Xu Daguan wasn’t even that close.

"Brother Qian!"

Xu Daguan had a bitter look on his face, as if to say that he was looking after Lin Baici’s interests, so why couldn’t Lin Baici see it?

"If Old White really wanted to pursue this career, he would have started on his second video after his first one became a hit. But look at what he’s doing?"

He was out all night, more of a libertine than myself.

Qian Jiahui, having learned at least some skill in assessing people from following his father, found Lin Baici to be an enigma.

"Old White, do you know that this might be the only opportunity of your life!"

Upon hearing Qian Jiahui’s words, Xu Daguang sighed. He longed to create viral content and become a top-tier live streamer but incessantly fell short. Lin Baici had this opportunity but failed to cherish it.

How infuriating.

"Since Old White isn’t keen on becoming an Internet celebrity, stop pushing him!"

Liu Yu advised, thinking to himself, just let Lin Baici go waste his time; regardless of whether he’ll succeed in the future or not, at least he’d prefer Lin Baici not to seize this particular opportunity.

"Making videos is too exhausting!"

Lin Baici offered an excuse half-heartedly.

In the past, he aspired to be an UP master because he thought the industry was lucrative and an easy path to riches, but now he wasn’t short on money. Selling any of the Taboo things he possessed would bring in, at the very least, tens of millions.

Plus, exploring God’s ruins was thrilling, the rush of adrenaline was just superb.

"Exhausting?"

Xu Daguan was at a loss for words.

My dog could randomly hit some keys on the keyboard and make a better video than yours.

The background images in Lin Baici’s chanting video were monotonously dead, with just two or three Buddha images, and the audio quality was terrible—it was all supported by the "chanting."

Thinking this, Xu Daguan felt as if he was drowned in lemonade.

He was utterly sour.

Why didn’t the Almighty give me a bite to eat?

After freshening up, Lin Baici went to bed.

With so many secrets of his own, living in a dormitory was terribly inconvenient, not to mention the awful environment and Xu Daguan’s stinky feet.

It was exasperating.

Ever since Lin Baici acquired Divine Grace’s A Sip of A Hundred Flavors, his sense of smell had become incredibly keen, allowing him to detect odors imperceptible to the average person.

To be frank, even if a six-person dorm room was cleaned scrupulously, it could never be as comfortable as living alone.

Lin Baici decided that once he got better acquainted with Gu Qingxiang, he would move out.

There were generally a few types of topics men talked about: games, international affairs, women, plus a ball sport of some sort.

Lin Baici’s interest in these topics had waned; he wanted to talk about God’s ruins, but his roommates certainly wouldn’t understand.

So, he resorted to browsing the Source Forum.

Searching for the Crazy Maid, there were quite a few posts. Lin Baici read several and realized they were all hearsay, braggadocio, the posters clearly not having any firsthand experience.

There were even posts soliciting Taboo things related to the Crazy Maid. One person expressed a desire to collect the maid’s clothes, specifically stockings, valuing black ones over white and stating they were open for negotiation.

Such posters seemed like perverts, but Lin Baici knew they were savvy; it was clear they were angling for a pair of stockings since smelling them could summon the Crazy Maid.

"Who in their right mind would sell to you, huh?"

Lin Baici muttered to himself before realizing,

Hold on,

It’s possible someone obtained a pair of the Crazy Maid’s white stockings from someone else without knowing their effect and might be planning to sell them.

After sorting the posts by date, Lin Baici noticed the hottest one was posted yesterday, claiming to reveal detailed information about the Crazy Maid.

Lin Baici clicked on it and found out it was hidden; one needed to pay a million to view it.

"..."

Lin Baici was stunned; was this even possible?

Looking at the poster’s ID, Giant, Lin Baici couldn’t help but think of the dwarf he’d once teamed up with to explore God’s ruins.

He then glanced at the number of buyers—eleven.

There were certainly people with money to burn.

Lin Baici immediately messaged Xia Hongyao.

Lin Xia Dai Yue Gui: Have you seen that hidden post about the Crazy Maid on the Source Forum? It costs a million to view.

Xia Hongyao, clearly active on her phone, responded right away.

Great Detective Xia: Saw it, the million is just a threshold to filter targets. Then the poster contacts the buyers privately to finalize the transaction with Meteorite Coins, selling information on the Crazy Maid.

Lin Xia Dai Yue Gui: Is that even allowed?

Great Detective Xia: It’s a game of high stakes, not caring for one’s safety. On the Source Forum, you can’t just sell any information. Who knows, with one careless move, you could end up in deep trouble yourself.

Lin Xia Dai Yue Gui: What about answering questions in the help section?

Lin Baici suddenly felt a bit concerned.

Great Detective Xia: Making a few tens of thousands for pocket change is no big deal; no one cares about that. But this is clearly not normal. Just you watch, it won’t be three days before he gets banned.

Did you think the moderators don’t do their job?

Lin Xia Dai Yue Gui: Understood.

Lin Baici scrolled down the page, reading the replies—some were fierce criticisms accusing the poster of cheap tricks, some were out of curiosity, and others just filled space. He was about to keep scrolling when the post disappeared.