A super-rich tycoon? No, just call me the gentlemanly gigolo.

Su Ning scratched her head, and as she walked towards the apartment, she took a screenshot of the chat history and sent it to Zhi Xia.

[Sister Zhixia, look at this... His attitude suddenly changed after he took the money. He became incredibly enthusiastic and kept urging me to go home and telling me to be careful.]

After sending the message, Su Ning stared at her phone screen, waiting for a reply, her steps unconsciously slowing down.

The night wind was a bit chilly, making her hunch her shoulders. She hadn't felt cold while running, but now that she had stopped, the chill seeped into her collar.

Zhi Xia seemed to be busy as well. It wasn't until Su Ning was almost downstairs at Building B that her phone vibrated.

[Could it be a mental illness?]

The message consisted of seven simple words followed by a facepalm emoji.

Su Ning looked at the message, shook her head with a wry smile, walked into the lobby, swiped her card to enter the elevator, and pressed the button for the 17th floor.

The elevator slowly ascended. She stared at her phone screen, hesitated for a moment, then opened her chat with "Brother Ye," took a picture of the elevator car, and sent it to him.

Brother, I'm home.

As soon as the message was successfully sent, the message "The other party is typing..." immediately appeared at the top of the dialog box.

Su Ning was slightly taken aback, a strange feeling rising in her heart.

Why did this person reply so quickly? Were they constantly staring at their phone? Were they really worried about their safety?

The thought had barely crossed her mind when she quickly shook her head.

You're overthinking it. You're definitely overthinking it.

Having worked in this line of work for two or three months, what kind of bosses haven't I seen?

They say they care, but what they really want is to ask you out.

They're all sweet talk and concern during the day, but then they send lewd pictures and harass you at night.

There are even people who are on the phone with their wives and children while texting "Baby, look at my legs" on WeChat...

but......

She had never seen such a drastic and inexplicable change in attitude before.

Just then, two messages popped up almost simultaneously:

Ye Ge: [Okay, it's good that we're home. Let's not rush, take your time. What's the purpose of transferring this money to your brother?]

Wild Bro: [Oh, why don't you go wash up first? Relax a bit before we talk? I'm not in a rush, take your time thinking about it.]

Su Ning frowned involuntarily as she looked at the two messages.

She stepped out of the elevator and used her key to open the door to room 1705.

This is a small, open-plan apartment with a monthly rent of 1,200.

Although the surrounding environment is a bit chaotic, it has the advantage of a good location, convenient living, and reasonable prices.

The room was simply furnished: a bed, a small sofa, a desk, and the live streaming equipment she had bought for over three thousand yuan—a sound card, a microphone, monitoring headphones, and a laptop that could barely run the live streaming software.

Su Ning took off her coat and hung it by the door, then threw herself into the small single sofa and stared at her phone screen, carefully pondering those two sentences.

First and foremost, we can rule out mentioning the assessment.

The two had just met today and hadn't had much interaction before. If the other person had a normal IQ, they could easily guess that the 1000 yuan was for tomorrow's revenue-generating task.

Now that he's made sure he's "thought it through," it's equivalent to eliminating a wrong answer altogether...

The problem is, there's only one answer.

The only answer has been ruled out, so what else can we say?

You can't exactly say the money was transferred to the wrong person, or that it was given to the other party or used to treat them to a meal... right?

Hmm? Give it to him?

The thought flashed through her mind, and Su Ning's heart skipped a beat, her brows furrowing tightly.

Huh?

Is this guy on the other end trying to get her to confirm for herself that it was a gift given voluntarily?

She quickly opened her browser and typed "cancel WeChat transfer gift" into the search box.

As she expected, once the recipient confirmed receipt of the payment and there were chat records indicating that it was a gift, the money was definitely gone.

Is this person using a trick?!

He wanted to get something for nothing and steal my thousand yuan?

But then Su Ning felt it was a bit absurd.

If it's really a scam, using such a ridiculous trick is really strange. Does it even work?

She was agonizing over this when a message suddenly popped up on her WeChat group, "Wen Yu's Girlfriend Host Group." It was Zhi Xia tagging her:

[Yaoyao, quick! Ye Ge is in the living room, saying he wants to give you a gift. Hurry up and answer the call!]

Su Ning was stunned for a moment, and without thinking too much, she quickly got up, turned on her computer, and hurriedly logged into her live streaming account.

She had just put on her headphones and was about to speak when a comment popped up on the public chat:

Wild Bro: [My darling Yao Yao, don't speak, mute your mic, and love me silently in your heart.]

"..."

Su Ning's lips twitched at these words.

Before she could react, a rocket effect suddenly appeared on the screen—a "Douyin No. 1" rocket shot into the sky and slowly rose into the air in the center of the live stream.

[User Wild Bro gifted Yao Yao Douyin Account 1*1]

Yao Yao's score instantly soared to 10000, and the public chat also displayed a message: "[Congratulations to user Ye Ge for leveling up to level 24]".

Holy crap! It's TikTok's number one!

"Brother Ye is so generous!"

"Yaoyao! Quick, thank your brother! He's so handsome!"

Zhi Xia, Minnie, and another streamer named Xiao Meng exclaimed in surprise, their voices filled with envy and amazement.

However, Su Ning, who was sitting in front of the computer, lost her balance and slid off the chair, landing hard on the floor.

She ignored the pain, her face contorted in a grimace, utterly despondent.

It's all over...

This is completely over...

It's not even midnight yet. The gifts he sends now will count as today's revenue, but not as tomorrow's performance evaluation!

I wasted my money!

Waaaaah...