Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1049: 1024: Counterfeit-Busting Streamer
Previously on Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group...
Ye Chen spotted a group of individuals, his expression laced with frost.
Clear the path; you're in the way of my vehicle.
Li Yong let out a chilly snort: This yours? Any idea what it runs? Over a hundred million—think you can handle rolling in something that lavish?
Ye Feifei shot a scornful glance: Hmph, no clue at all. Folks like us couldn't possibly handle rides of that caliber.
The onlookers all wore sneering faces.
Ye Chen issued a cold snort, retrieved the key fob, and tapped it gently.
In full view, the sleek sports car swung open its striking upward doors.
Ye Chen snorted once more: Pardon me, keep your distance from my ride. A single scratch on the surface, and you'll cover the damages.
Relatives of Li Yuanyuan gaped as Ye Chen ignited the engine of the sports car, completely dumbfounded.
This billion-yuan beast genuinely belonged to Ye Chen.
Li Ming smacked his leg hard: Ah, so Li Yuanyuan latched onto a powerhouse. Does that boost her whole family's fortunes?
Ye Hai stared wide-eyed at the fading taillights: Indeed, maybe we ought to cozy up to the big man and score some gains?
Zhang Tingting and Wu Peipei pressed urgently: Still dawdling? Rush over and make amends to the boss!
With Ye Chen around, Li Yuanyuan's kin could reap massive perks, even from his table scraps!
Li Ming and Ye Hai traded glances, set their jaws, and strode off toward Li Yuanyuan's residence.
Ye Chen and Li Yuanyuan pulled up at an elegant dining spot.
The venue's luxurious ambiance made Li Yuanyuan's heart skip.
This spot seems awfully high-end.
Ye Chen picked up on Yuanyuan's unease and offered a warm smile: No need to fret; I'm covering it all today.
Oh, but that doesn't feel right.
Ye Chen simply grinned softly: Why not? On outings like this, the fellow picks up the tab.
Right then, a popular online personality was broadcasting live just outside the restaurant.
This streamer's handle went by Eyes of Golden Flame.
His content revolved around outing imposters.
Boasting eagle-like vision, he'd spotlight streetgoers decked in knockoffs.
Astonishingly, viewers ate it up.
Each bust sparked frenzy among fans, with virtual rockets blasting across the screen.
Eyes of Golden Flame saw this as his golden ticket to easy money.
Thus, he honed his approach: pinpoint a subject, dismantle the facade, wielding his razor wit to savage the penniless wannabes.
Reducing them to utter embarrassment.
Truth be told, loads of everyday people can't swing authentic luxury, opting for premium imitations instead.
In his view, they were all about facade.
No wonder Eyes of Golden Flame always had plenty to work with.
He surged to stardom by exploiting that vanity.
Whenever a mark appeared, he'd pounce, ripping away the mask and leaving them bare.
The drama hit hard, feeding the thrill of live audiences who scorned fakers while pinching pennies themselves.
As such, Eyes of Golden Flame had climbed to elite status, boasting tens of thousands of devotees.
Feeling pumped today, he hit the pavement once more for fake-hunting.
The late-twenties, decently attractive Eyes of Golden Flame spoke to the camera: Hey all, Eyes of Golden Flame is back on the prowl for phonies. Wonder which desperate show-off bites the dust under my watch today.
Oh, and Eyes of Golden Flame reminds you again: ditch the copies, lest Eyes of Golden Flame outs you!
Bump into me? Blame not my biting words. Fate of cheap pretenders: total takedown by yours truly.
For I possess the Eyes of Golden Flame, plus a tongue that shreds every false front.
His opener drew a barrage of upbeat comments from the stream crowd.
Quickly, Eyes of Golden Flame scanned the area for prospects.
Gifts were already flooding the chat.
Spectators buzzed, eager for the inaugural expose.
The session pulled in heaps of watchers, gifts soaring high.
Eyes of Golden Flame beamed with joy.
Haha, Eyes' broadcasts are the best—pure bliss seeing frauds exposed.
Spot on, dying to know today's unlucky braggart snagged by Eyes.
Props to Eyes; that sight is impeccable.
Just now, Eyes of Golden Flame fixed on his prey.
It turned out to be Ye Chen.
Ye Chen sported a delivery uniform on top, yet Hermes branding lurked below.
Eyes of Golden Flame's peepers sparkled as he smirked: Target acquired. Spot that delivery dude? See the Hermes insignia peeking out?
Thereby, he focused the shot closely.
Online viewers caught on fast; sure enough, Hermes adorned the garb.
He scoffed: Delivery hack strutting Hermes for clout—note the beauty at his side; clearly fooled by his charade.
Eyes of Golden Flame closed in on Ye Chen, jibing: Yo, delivery boy, spill: which online stall hawked you that Hermes getup?
Ye Chen eyed him, utterly bemused.
What a total fool.
Ye Chen decided to disregard this buffoon.
Eyes of Golden Flame noted the silence, assuming intimidation, and crowed triumphantly in the broadcast.
Lookie here—this delivery fella in Hermes... hilarious, right?
Facing the jeers, certain chat users pushed back.
What's wrong with a delivery guy wearing Hermes?
Naive take; that's bogus for sure. Eyes' gaze never errs; fake means fake.
All the while, Eyes' stare stayed glued to Ye Chen.
Catching the wrist adornment, excitement flared in his eyes.
Ye Chen's band was a scarce Patek Philippe model, fetching north of ten million.
Who in deliveries flaunts a ten-million piece?
Thus, counterfeit it had to be.
Eyes of Golden Flame fought back laughter.
Fortune smiled big today.
Running into this ultimate poser courier.
Hermes garb and million-dollar watch—clueless much?
Doesn't your style fit your role?
He regarded Ye Chen with contempt: Buddy, skip the Hermes chat, but that sham Patek Philippe multi-miller? Unacceptable. If posing's your jam, drop the gig economy?
Ye Chen knit his brows. He hadn't planned to engage this pest.
Yet the accusations of fakes kept coming.
His eyes slitted as he queried: What proof backs your claim they're knockoffs?