Qian Xingxing, Jiang Qiuqiu, and Meimei sat together.
Jiang Qiuqiu projected her terminal's screen, and everyone watched the person on the other end unleash a wild rant, as if they were watching a TV drama.
Meimei started recording on her terminal, sending the messages in real-time to the diligent Wanxing at their new company.
A short while later, Wanxing sent a reply: ?
What was it that left everyone, both present and not, so utterly bewildered?
Anonymous: See that?
Anonymous: Whether the platform controls the streamer or the streamer guides the platform—I believe you now have a basic understanding.
Anonymous: If you can't accept reality and come over to my side, I will cut off your traffic. Do you know what that means? Your streams will always be like today's.
Anonymous: ...
"So, he's really the one who did this?" Jiang Qiuqiu's mind went blank with disbelief.
