Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group

At first, everyone thought Ye God had sent 888 Treasure Maps again.

Each Treasure Map costs five thousand, 888 of them would be over four million!

This utterly outclasses Wang Congcong.

Wang Congcong was feeling triumphant when he suddenly saw the screen filled with Treasure Maps.

Then it showed that Ye Chen sent 888 Treasure Maps.

"What the heck, who the hell is this, wanting to go head-to-head with me?"

Bear in mind, Wang Congcong is known as Little B*tch King.

Now someone's acting even more ostentatious than him, how could he put up with it?

"I really don't believe it, you're wealthier than me?"

After all, Wang Congcong is a second-generation rich kid, so he doesn't have much cash on hand.

Seeing someone challenging him to a money duel definitely ticked him off.

"Dad, lately money's been tight. Can you transfer me another fifty million?"

Wang Congcong's father is also one of Hua Country's top wealthy individuals, Chairman of Yida Group—fifty million is nothing to him.

Wang Daming had just given Wang Congcong five hundred million to achieve a small goal, seeing another request for money made him furrow his brows.

But since his son wants to start a business, as a father, he must support him.

So, Wang Daming transferred another fifty million to Wang Congcong.

With the money, Wang Congcong was as energetic as a chicken on mystery drugs.

He directly topped up twenty million.

Hmph, isn't it just 888 Treasure Maps?

Am I afraid of you?

I'll let you know what being outrageously wealthy means.

After topping up, Wang Congcong sent 1888 Treasure Maps.

As expected, the live stream room exploded again.

Little Daji was terrified to her core.

She has never seen such extravagant spending.

Moreover, she could sense that both Wang Congcong and the mysterious tycoon were of high status.

If the matter escalates, it would be tough for her to be stuck in the middle as a small streamer.

"Bosses, please stop." Little Daji was almost crying.

At this moment, the live stream room was completely sensationalized.

"Wow, 1888 Treasure Maps!"

"This is really a tycoon, rich indeed."

"Can I earn 1888 Treasure Maps in my lifetime? Clearly not."

"This is the world of rich people."

...

The live stream room was filled with wails.

Wang Congcong had a smug look on his face.

"Buddy, don't stop, weren't you quite pretentious? Keep pretending?"

Ye Chen smiled lightly: "You're really proud to display such a small amount of money?"

Wang Congcong originally thought Ye Chen would admit defeat.

But he didn't expect that instead of subduing, the opponent was sarcastic towards him.

Upon seeing Ye Chen's response, the fans in the live stream room were dumbfounded.

"Whoa, no way, 1888 Treasure Maps are almost ten million, from Ye God's tone, is he still going to brush?"

At this moment, the live stream room was completely sensationalized.

The number of participants instantly soared to three million.

Even major websites were reporting explosive news.

"Maoya Net presents: Wang Congcong and mysterious tycoon showdown, Wang Congcong spent 10 million in anger."

However, fans thought Ye Chen was just bragging, so they sided with Wang Congcong.

"Buddy, don't just talk big, prove it and brush."

"If you can't, just admit defeat, pal. Do you think you have a small goal of five hundred million too?"

Ye Chen's mouth curled up.

"Sigh, in the future, the live room needs reform, only five thousand per Treasure Map, it's too much hassle to brush."

Ye Chen sent 5888 Treasure Maps.

The screen flooded with gifts.

Ye Chen wasn't worried; after all, Maoya Net is his own, it's just money flowing from one pocket to another.

Wang Congcong was different. He was spending real currency.

Seeing Ye Chen brushed another 5888 Treasure Maps, Wang Congcong was dumbfounded.

"Whoa, which rich guy is this dude?"

"So wealthy, this is the legendary extravagant wealth."

"It's over, Congcong is really in trouble this time."

"Sending so much money with a wave, how wealthy must this boss be."

...

Just then, Ye Chen's phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, it surprisingly showed Chairman Wang Daming of the Yida Group.

Ye Chen was just brushing gifts with his son, why is Wang Congcong's dad calling?

The call connected and Wang Daming's voice came through.

"Brother Ye, what's keeping you busy?"

Ye Chen chuckled: "Just playing around brushing gifts with your son?"

"What? Brushing gifts?" Wang Daming was taken aback.

"By the way, Chairman, what brings you to contact me?" Ye Chen asked.

"You're the second-largest shareholder in the company, so there's a shareholder meeting coming up, any chance you can attend?"

"Well, I've been busy lately, I won't make it. I'm completely at ease leaving the company to you."

"Oh, shall we have a meal together some time?"

"No problem."

As the call ended, Wang Daming kept feeling something was off.

Brushing gifts?

Just then, Wang Daming's computer suddenly displayed a pop-up.

"Maoya Live Stream Platform: Wang Congcong and mysterious tycoon brushing gifts, spending ten million in rage..."

Oh crap!

I gave you money for business, and you went on a gift-brushing spree?

The live stream room erupted in chaos.

After Ye Chen finished brushing gifts, the online viewers reached ten million.

Breaking records for the live stream room.

The tech team seeing the data were dumbfounded.

How could this be?

Since the establishment of Maoya Live Stream Platform, no one brushed this much money.

Total Manager Lin Ming: "Check if the other party's top-up is problematic."

Wang Congcong's money is definitely fine, but this mysterious tycoon sending thirty million in one go is excessive.

Bear in mind, even top-tier playboys wouldn't typically splash such cash on live streaming.

This could even support a top-tier celebrity.

Quickly, the tech staff approached General Manager Lin Ming: "President Lin, we've checked, the money has indeed been topped up."

"Whoa, someone actually topped up thirty million as a donation?" The manager was bewildered.

"Notify the PR department to publicize this across major websites immediately."

Lin Ming knew this was a great opportunity to broaden Maoya Live Stream's fame.

Soon, a headline appeared on major websites.

"Maoya Net sees mysterious tycoon splash thirty million, overpowering Wang Congcong."

Reading the online remarks, Wang Congcong felt a stinging choke in his throat.

Damn, I brushed so much money, ended up outperformed by someone else.

This is incredibly frustrating.

No way, when have I, Wang Congcong, ever been this frustrated? I must continue brushing.

But, in a moment of hot-headedness, Wang Congcong sent out the remaining forty million.

Meanwhile, Wang Daming was fuming with frustration.

He dialed Wang Congcong's number, only to hear that it was constantly busy.

Especially since Wang Daming got the news that Ye Chen was the owner of Maoya Live Stream Platform, wasn't this bleeding money into a pit?

He's just feeding money to his own company, whereas Congcong is spending a fortune out of his own pocket.

At this point, Wang Congcong continued brushing with bloodshot eyes.

Seeing his father's call made him anxious.

After all, his father gave him fifty million to start a business, but he spent it all on streamers.

It must be because his father saw the news.

So, this call cannot be answered.

Seeing Wang Congcong avoiding the call, Wang Daming felt an urge to curse.

Just then, a message came through the live stream room: "Wang Congcong spends forty million in anger, total reaches fifty million, pulling off another comeback."

Seeing this message, Wang Daming almost coughed up blood, my fifty million is gone just like that?

"Little rascal didn't dare pick up my call; Secretary, register me a Maoya Live Stream account." Wang Daming furiously demanded.