Chapter 118 Gu Ye (ETL) Part 3
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Chapter 118 The Mummified Princess with a Chaotic Romantic History
At this moment, a discordant voice jumped out: [Didn’t a similar incident happen in a residential area on the 3rd Ring Road a while ago? Did Gu Ye adapt that case? Did you know people died there? A mother and her two children died too. Master Gu, you can’t adapt such a tragedy just to tell a story and fool us, you know that’s profiting from human suffering?]
[Holy crap! It really happened? Really? That’s too horrible!]
[I heard several people died in that neighborhood too. Whether it’s a female ghost seeking revenge is unknown, but they’re all said to be suicides. It’s quite eerie.]
[Master Gu, you shouldn’t talk about these kinds of things anymore, lest you cause social unrest and panic.]
Quite a few people agreed, thinking this person made sense. They believed that Gu Ye telling these stories was inciting panic and undermining public safety. Some people even asked him to tell stories no one had heard of before, preferably original ones, asking, [Do you know that’s plagiarism to reality?]
Gu Ye hadn’t even finished his milk tea when he saw this comment. Slowly putting down his cup, Gu Ye squinted and asked, “How do you know I’m lying? How do you know it’s not done by a ghost? And from which moral high ground are you attacking me? Plagiarism to reality?”
Gu Ye chuckled in anger. “Everyone eats, poops, breathes, and sleeps. You shouldn’t plagiarize reality then, just hold it in.” Gu Ye sneered, “These days, you have to bear the legal consequences for what you say. You even have to register with your real name to log in, so don’t just spout nonsense.”
Some people complained: [What? Is Third Young Master Gu going to shut us up? Freedom of speech is here now, where do you get such power to prevent us from saying it?]
Lightly chuckling, Gu Ye said, “Someone like you, maybe you can get away with anything with other people who are nice and indulgent. But I’m different. Let me tell you keyboard warriors in advance: don’t stand on your moral high ground and criticize me. Even if I stop telling stories, I’ll still confront you. So, you’d better back down. At best, I’ll send a ghost to find you through the internet and slap you across the face in your dreams. At worst, I’ll sue you. I have experience with these kinds of cases.”
The entire livestream room fell silent instantly. Those who had been so aggressively attacking Gu Ye didn’t dare utter a sound. Just the thought of a lawsuit was enough to deter them. They heard that the person who attacked Gu Ye last time was sentenced to 3 years and still hasn’t been released.
After realizing what was happening, the live stream chat erupted with applause and virtual gifts: [So this is what our Third Young Master looks like when he’s arguing online! So handsome and cute!]
[Actually, I think Master Gu was telling this story to tell us to stop being such a busybody and not interfere with firefighters’ rescue efforts. Don’t label him so easily, don’t just jump to conclusions, and don’t dismiss what he says so readily. Everyone just needs to understand the underlying message. The claim of plagiarism is a joke. Can you use your brain before you speak? Also, is this considered profiting from tragedy? Those who owe migrant workers their wages are the ones profiting from tragedy. Don’t exaggerate the situation so easily and impose your own ideas on others. Use your brain, understand?]
[Anyway, I understand Master Gu. I don’t want to be someone who criticizes others while actually doing the same thing myself. The consequences could be bloody. Kindness is fine, but watch less of the spectacle and obey the law.]
[I hope this story is fake. I don’t want it to be real. It’s so pitiful. The child is gone at such a young age. The consequences are harmful to everyone involved. Everyone should be more careful.]
Seeing the wind shift, Gu Ye chuckled and said, “Come on, let’s continue the storytelling. The next story is called: ‘I’m so poor I’m willing to take anyone’s kidney.’ Those who need to go to the toilet, go now. It’ll start in 5 minutes.”
The livestream chat erupted in laughter: [These titles are so bizarre, they’re obviously not serious stories.]
[I subconsciously touched my waist, a little scared.]
[Help! My roommate’s a medical student, and he keeps staring at my waist.]
[Don’t be afraid, the comment upstairs. He probably doesn’t want to take your kidney; he just wants to sleep with you.]
“Pfft!” Gu Ye spat out the last mouthful of milk tea. These young people are so blunt!
Seeing that, the livestream chat was full of teasing, throwing tips/donations, and telling Gu Ye to call a delivery person to buy more drinks. [Buy 10 more cups! It’s on Big Sister!]
Gu Ye waved his hand helplessly, “Don’t give me any more, keep the money for yourselves.”
Unexpectedly, when Gu Ye mentioned this, even more people started giving tips, praising Gu Ye for being so kind and saying, [Buy milk tea! Buy 20 cups!]
After a 5-minute break, Gu Ye continued talking about the recent organ transplant case, “Once upon a time, there was a little boy whose family was very poor…”
As soon as Gu Ye became serious, the live stream quieted down, and everyone listened intently until he finished. Then, the live stream buzzed with excitement. A bright student had gone down a path of no return. Whose fault was it?
Some lamented the injustice of fate, some pitied the doctor’s poor background, and some sighed over the love story of the girl and boy. Many more condemned the doctor for being heartless and inhuman, doing anything for money.
Gu Ye summarized, “Humans, with their two strokes (人)1 between the heavens and earth, how can they stand firm? Because they possess righteousness in their hearts. No matter the circumstances, one must never abandon one’s conscience, discard one’s human dignity, or commit heinous acts. The ultimate result will harm both oneself and others. If you have a dream, what’s wrong with persisting for just one more day?”
Everyone sighed, [Yes, just persevere a little longer. Maybe tomorrow will bring a brighter future? Breaking the law means losing everything.]
Seeing that the viewers all understood, Gu Ye smiled and said, “If anyone can’t afford to go to school and their family is really struggling, they can come to me for help. But I’m not giving it to you for free; I’m lending you money, and you’ll have to pay me back after you start working.”
Many people clamored to borrow money: [Third Young Master is rich! Lend me a million! I want to buy a house!]
[I want to borrow two hundred thousand! I’m sick! I need medical treatment!]
Gu Ye’s expression turned slightly cold. “I don’t have time to joke around with you. You can borrow money, but come see me in person. I’ll read your fortune. If you’re truly in trouble, I can help, but those with ulterior motives shouldn’t come.”
Fans noticed Gu Ye was angry and chimed in with criticism: [Don’t take advantage of other people’s kindness. Helping a person isn’t anyone’s obligation.]
[It’s good enough that Gu Ye offered. How many people can do that?]
[Master Gu is truly amazing to children, especially those in orphanages. He sells talismans every day and donates money to welfare homes every single day without fail. He’s not joking around with you.]
But some people said Gu Ye was just putting on a show: [His family is so rich. Schooling fees only cost him a few dollars, and yet he’s making others pay him back. Can’t his kindness just go all the way? What’s the point with this then?]
Before Gu Ye could reply, this person was immediately attacked by fans: [If you’re so capable, why don’t you put on a ‘show’ yourself? Don’t use other people’s kindness as a target for your attacks. Who will dare to do good deeds in the future?]
Many people, with hearts as kind as little angels, coaxed Gu Ye: [Let’s ignore their nonsense, Master Gu. Since you’ve finally started a live stream, let’s do a fortune telling.]
[Yes! A fortune telling!]
[Please do a fortune telling!]
Gu Ye checked the time, “It’s 10.00 pm, everyone should go to bed early. Next time we’ll do a separate fortune-telling live stream, I’ll do 10 fortune-readings.”
Fans excitedly asked, [Great! How will we draw winners? Will it be based on who throws in the most money?]
Gu Ye chuckled, “It’s not that bad. You don’t need to tip me. I’ll just tell stories, you listen, and we can chat and play together. As for who gets chosen, that’ll depend on the name,” Gu Ye said with a smile, “I’ll probably pick whoever’s name is most appealing at first glance.”
Gu Ye never expected that his comment would lead to such bizarrely chosen names from his fans—they’ve become a legendary team in the livestreaming world.
Although Gu Ye left the livestream, his videos were already online, and Weibo was buzzing with activity. Many fans hadn’t actually attended the livestream, assuming Gu Ye was just bored and playing around—what interesting stories could he possibly tell?
But after seeing the screenshots, they all regretted it; his stories were so captivating! They all said they’d definitely attend next time. Even casual viewers became fans of Gu Ye. While others tell stories for entertainment, Gu Ye’s stories were not only engaging but also thought-provoking. Even Weibo public accounts and influential accounts (VIP verified) praised him, encouraging him to tell more stories like this, which could provoke reflection and help reduce crime in society.
Gu Ye had no time to pay attention to Weibo. He watched his livestream’s followers surge to 8 million in a single day, then looked at others’ and felt like he was living a myth. Who else could gain 8 million followers overnight? Those internet celebrities must be incredibly envious of him!
As Gu Ye was happily preparing to log off, he noticed a chat window flashing below his avatar. Curious, he clicked on it and was immediately stunned. It was a revenue summary from the official system: he had received over 3 million yuan in donations during his 2-plus hours of livestream!
Since Gu Ye wasn’t signed with the platform and hadn’t been featured on their feed, he could keep 80% of the donations. Gu Ye counted on his fingers: Profit over 3 million, so 80 percent of it, that’s 2.4 million yuan!
Gu Ye sent the screenshot to Yu Ze in shock: [Honey, are you asleep? Look, I can support you now! Livestreaming is so profitable!]. After sending it, he also shared the screenshot in his small group chat (with ZPY and XX), exclaiming: [Turns out livestreaming is so profitable! You guys should join!]
Zhao Pengyu replied helplessly: [First, you have a lot of fans. You’re not just an internet celebrity anymore; you’re a top-tier star. Second, your fans are rich and willing to spend money on you. What would we do there? Perform a charade? Or put on an eating show?]
Gu Ye scoffed: [You can just livestream yourself pretending to be stupid!]
Clicking on Yu Ze’s reply, Gu Ye laughed. His nephew still couldn’t speak properly, but look at what Yu Ze said: [I’ll depend on you then.]
Gu Ye suddenly felt incredibly proud!
He happily linked his bank card, withdrew all the tips/donations, and slept with the bank card in his arms. The next day, his classmates all said to Gu Ye, “Your livestream last night was amazing! We’ll definitely support you next time!”
Gu Ye felt embarrassed and hid in the library after lunch. Just before class started, Xia Xiang found him and handed him a slip of paper with a phone number on it.
Gu Ye raised an eyebrow in confusion and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”
Xia Xiang typed a message to Gu Ye on his phone: [My grandfather is the curator of a museum. He said that his museum had recently received a mummified princess donated by someone, supposedly cursed, and that whoever possessed it would die. The mummified body was over 500 years old, yet it looked as if it were alive, its skin still elastic. He examined it but couldn’t see any curse, so he planned to call in experts to study it. However, last night, the princess left on her own.]
Gu Ye stared wide-eyed in shock: Was the old man kidding me?
Xia Xiang suppressed a laugh: No, he wants you to help him find it.
Gu Ye read the message again. Then he pointed to the number and gestured with his eyes: Your grandfather’s phone number?
Xia Xiang nodded, mouthing: He doesn’t know how to use WeChat, can only call.
Chuckling, Gu Ye saved the phone number on his phone and planned to go out to call Xia Xiang’s grandfather. Xia Xiang glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then furtively covered his face with a book, saying, “Let me show you the princess’s facial reconstruction; she’s absolutely gorgeous.”
Gu Ye looked curiously, then gave a thumbs-up in amazement, “A natural beauty!”
Xia Xiang said seriously, “I heard her romantic history is very messy, so now everyone suspects she’s gone off to find a lover. Can you help me calculate which one she is seeing?”
What the heck?!
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