Chapter 242: Little God of Wealth, Huang Baichuan

In the restaurant,

Tang Tangdang, dragging his legs, carefully held a bowl of dumplings and sat in a relatively quiet place. As he enjoyed the sea breeze, he happily took a bite of the dumplings.

He never expected that on this southern island, they would cook dumplings for the Winter Solstice!

This hotel is so considerate! And the meat filling is so delicious!

Although it's not sauerkraut filling, it seems to have fish meat, and the texture is so tender without a single bone.

It's really tasty!

He just scanned around and noticed that the rice dumplings nearby also looked good; he'll try those later too!

As he was enjoying his meal,

suddenly a commotion erupted nearby,

sounding chaotic, like several live streams were happening simultaneously.

There were sounds of cooking, dough being slapped on a countertop, and dishes being washed,

creating the feeling of a big kitchen being set up next to him.

"Who is that...?"

Tang Tangdang frowned and looked towards the source of the noise,

and what he saw left him stunned.

At a nearby table,

a dejected young man was drinking soup while watching seven live streams on seven different phones.

And all the streams were about cooking,

with two male streamers playing with big knives!

There were also streamers making noodles, baking cookies, piping cream,

and even washing dishes!

Moreover, each of the seven phones was the latest high-end model.

One of the phones he had only seen in TV commercials.

Wow...

Tang Tangdang's worldview was turned upside down.

This guy has seven phones, and instead of watching pretty female streamers, he watches this?!!!

A bunch of old men squatting, picking celery, and peeling garlic? What's there to see?!

Are you out of your mind!

Meanwhile, many customers were also looking surprised.

They first glanced at the impressive guy, then at the seven phones on the table, and then back at the impressive guy.

Their expressions were complex, unsure whether to curse him as an "idiot" or praise him as "awesome."

Just when they thought this was the limit,

the impressive guy slowly put down his spoon,

yawned, wiped his tears,

and lazily pulled out another phone from his pocket,

opened WeChat, and started scrolling through his Moments...

Tang Tangdang: "..."

Being rich is great!

Tang Tangdang stared at Chen Jianhai for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up!

Recently, the plot involving the young lady had been somewhat heart-wrenching, and many fans had clearly expressed their dissatisfaction.

They said he should elevate the young lady's status, or they would send him razor blades as a final warning.

He was worrying about how to break the stalemate,

and now he saw that he could introduce a rich second generation who would relentlessly pursue the young lady,

thereby successfully triggering the male lead's sense of competition and hunting instinct.

In various dramatic twists and turns, with pursuit and escape, the male lead would eventually assert his dominance in front of the rich second generation, making the young lady fall for him once again!

Perfect!!!

...

At this moment, the impressive Chen Jianhai, completely unaware that he had become a model for a plot device,

was earnestly giving small hearts to each male streamer,

and after finishing,

he contentedly admired the grand scene before him, thinking:

"It seems having more phones is quite nice~"

Although he had never strictly required it, both Dabao and Daodun had long closed the gift-giving channels,

for them, live streaming was only a way to showcase their work process and let people get to know and like them,

not a means of making a living.

Moreover, for them, others' admiration and recognition were far more important than gifts and money.

"Since it's the Winter Solstice today, giving you a day off is impossible."

Chen Jianhai clicked his tongue,

"How about I give each of you a bonus of 5000 yuan."

Thinking this,

Chen Jianhai took out his phone, opened the calculator, and started typing in numbers:

The hotel currently had 476 employees.

If each person got 5000 yuan, that would be... 2.38 million?!

Seeing the number on the phone screen,

Chen Jianhai's eyes widened in shock.

Due to the hotel's various hard and soft furnishings being provided by the system,

all the hotel's income, except for taxes, employee wages, and basic facility maintenance, had no major expenses.

It could be said that Chen Jianhai was now definitely a wealthy person.

But no matter how wealthy, seeing the number 2.38 million also made him a bit weak.

"Maybe I should start with 1500... give 2000 at New Year... and 2500 at Spring Festival..."

"If I give 1500 just for the Winter Solstice, it would be hard to decide the amounts for future big holidays!"

Chen Jianhai scratched his head,

deciding to be a bit more cautious and leave himself some leeway.

Just as he was thinking,

suddenly a red dot appeared again at the bottom of his WeChat Moments.

After a day and night of fermentation,

the likes and comments on Chen Jianhai's half-marathon photo had reached an astonishing number.

Just the hundreds of hotel employees' likes and comments were enough to flood Chen Jianhai's personal space.

Not to mention the uniform "Boss is awesome" comments from the island residents, the neat formation was quite intimidating.

Chen Jianhai even started to wonder

if these people were friends or here to destroy his space.

As for other scattered forces, they were even more numerous.

Densely packed, giving Chen Jianhai a headache just looking at them.

At first, Chen Jianhai seriously liked each comment,

but eventually, he couldn't keep up,

so he just tossed his phone aside, thinking let it be.

"Ding-dong."

The phone rang,

Chen Jianhai saw that WeChat had just popped up a contact addition request.

"Who wants to add me?"

Curious, Chen Jianhai opened the contact addition page,

the person's profile picture was a chibi God of Wealth,

with the username "Lost One Shoe",

and in the personal note: "Hello Boss Chen, I am Little God of Wealth Huang Baichuan."

Little God of Wealth Huang Baichuan?

I might as well be Big Landlord Qian Sihai!

Chen Jianhai's finger hovered in mid-air, about to delete the request.

But then he paused,

"Little God of Wealth... Nanjing Little God of Wealth?"

Chen Jianhai skeptically opened his phone and searched "Huang Baichuan" on Baidu,

and in a moment, dozens of entries appeared.

Eliminating identities like a chief obstetrician in Baicheng, a furniture wholesale factory manager, and a famous singer,

"General Manager of Little God of Wealth Beer Industry, Huang Baichuan from Nanjing" appeared on the screen.

Chen Jianhai opened it,

seeing a photo of a scholarly looking young man with glasses, a big red flower on his chest, standing in front of a giant beer barrel giving a thumbs-up.

On the barrel were the words "Little God of Wealth".

"Could it really be this Huang Baichuan?"

"I have no connection with him!"

"Why is he adding me?!"