Two days later, netizens who usually watched the livestream saw a recommendation on the livestream platform. It was a movie recommendation, seemingly a new one.
The cover featured a single Iron Man figure, with Zhao An, a serious-looking man in the center, a villain-like old man to his left, and a tall, wiry young man to his right.
"Iron Man? What the hell? Forty yuan for one viewing? Holy crap, isn't this robbery?" One man was immediately furious. Forty yuan was the price of two meals, and all it cost was to watch a movie? I might as well go masturbate.
The forums were also in an uproar, because the movie was supposed to start at nine in the morning, and it was only eight, still eight o'clock before it started.
Originally, it was expected to be limited to theaters, but many theaters had terminated their partnerships, as if someone was behind the scenes.
Zhao An remained calm despite this. Local theaters were allowed to continue showing the movie as normal. It was just that other cities weren't showing it. There was no one to blame for this. Ultimately, it's business. If they won't cooperate, it's pointless to ask anyone else for help.
We'd anticipated this kind of situation long ago, so we weren't worried. If offline wasn't working, we could focus on online. A good movie will work everywhere.
Since there wasn't class today, Zhao An went to his computer, opened his livestream, and then clicked on League of Legends to start a ranked match.
Soon, people immediately flocked to the livestream.
Whenever Zhao An started a stream, a large crowd would watch. After all, a popular internet celebrity is still very popular. As long as the internet celebrity doesn't do anything stupid, making money is easy.
"Are you all up so early? You're truly the best of the best, the workers, the working spirit. Working every day makes you the best of the best." Zhao An hummed a little tune as he entered the game interface to select a hero. "Ah, today I'll show you what Naruto Jie is. Your Naruto, my Jie."
He instantly selected a hero he believed in. This version of the game had been in development for some time, and from the moment it was taken over, it had become something else entirely. The graphics style also changed from cartoon-like to something more normal. The previous graphics were practically for children, but that was a real game. Now, to accommodate esports competitions, the graphics needed some adjustments.
"Streamer, are you filming a movie? I saw your ad on the homepage!"
"Streamer, I love you!"
"The person above, I'm warning you, this is my husband, not yours!"
A certain fangirl was kicked out of the livestream for excessive language...
"Ahem, you don't have to be so blind. I hope you can be more reasonable. I personally don't tend to be a fan, at least it's something most people don't understand. If you do, keep your distance; distance creates beauty. I'm sure many people love celebrities, but in real life, watching your idol pick their nose all day is unbearable for anyone. It's a common sense." Zhao An said, and began to control his hero online.
The livestream immediately erupted in discussion. Some called him arrogant, while others said his words were blunt but true. Zhao An was always like this. Compared to other streamers, he preferred to share reasonable lifestyle habits.
"As for the movie, you'll find out after watching it. If it's not good, come back and criticize me. Give me a reason, and I'll improve next time." Zhao An spread his hands with an innocent gesture, then continued playing the game, controlling his hero's last-hit consumption in one smooth motion, without even a pause, like Dove, enjoying the silky smoothness of the game.
Advertising? No, there was just a recommended ad on the platform, that's all.
There was an ad for the movie theater before, but it was later removed.
In another office, Qian Yuling also woke up early. Her life was very regular: she would always get up at 7 a.m., then work out on the treadmill. After half an hour, she would shower and have breakfast.
A regular life can vent some of her sexual desires; physical needs are satisfied through exercise. And finding prostitutes is just to trample on men. Just because those prostitutes behave like prostitutes, they think they can get on her? It's simply a dream!
Qian Yuling, dressed in a suit and stockings, sat upright in a chair in her office, coffee in hand, staring at her computer. A countdown to Zhao An's movie was playing. Her son, Tang Wu, had orchestrated the removal of Zhao An's films from all those theaters.
This wasn't about revenge for Tang Bing, but simply about curbing Zhao An's growth and, incidentally, irritating his rivals.
Qian Yuling held no aversion; she was actually quite inclined to collaborate with Zhao An. Relying on one's own was pointless, but relying on others could yield significant profits.
Qian Yuling had always been very rigorous in selecting partners, which was why she was chosen as the person in charge.
Her beautiful eyes fixed on the computer, a hint of a smile playing on her red lips. "Let's see how capable you are!"
In a villa, Tang Yin sat on her bed, staring at her laptop, observing Zhao An's every move. To escape the Tang family, she had to rely on Zhao An. The price tag even made her feel a little frustrated. Three billion for a woman—she didn't think anyone would be willing to pay that kind of money.
As the game ended, Zhao An, with four mobile wards, pushed down the opponent's crystal.
After the game, Zhao An took out his guitar and started playing. "No more games. Occasionally, I'll play, but today I'll sing and play, no romance."
The countdown to the movie was over, and many of Zhao An's fans had already paid and clicked in to watch.
Feng Timo, Zhang Qige, Wu Xiao Miao, and other female streamers who had slept with Zhao An also woke up early to watch the movie. They had to support their husbands' films. The long-term rape had shaped their vaginas into the shape of Zhao An's penis, and they could no longer leave him.
The movie opens with a scene of a car driving and a conversation inside the car. Zhao An perfectly demonstrates what a real rich second generation is, especially in the lines about sleeping with the cover girl of every issue, which is a treatment only rich people can enjoy. What follows is a shocking gun battle, and the protagonist Zhao An is blown away at the beginning.