In this streaming climate, a one-yuan tip can buy you a hostess doing squats.
An unknown Streamer costs only one or two thousand each time.
Those a notch higher will spend two days with you for ten or twenty grand.
As for Yu Xiaoxiao, there's no need to even mention it.
She's clearly a strong woman who wants to rely only on herself.
She even paid me the first time she gave herself.
Wang Yuyan does have some ulterior motives toward Jiang Cheng,
but she probably likes him too.
Her everyday behavior never treats Jiang Cheng like a sucker, nor does she make material demands… Jiang Cheng walked toward Zhou Ying with the completed paperwork.
He waved the documents at her. "Beauty, all done. You can clock out now."
Zhou Ying barely reacted to Jiang Cheng having another new car; after witnessing him take delivery several times, she was used to it.
Though she couldn't help marvelling at his deep pockets every single time.
Zhou Ying asked, "Truly a Tycoon—so this car is yours now?"
"Not mine. From this moment, it belongs to you." He handed her the papers.
Zhou Ying stood frozen, accepting the documents Jiang Cheng passed her.
Before she could check them, the auto-show supervisor hurried over with several staff.
They flanked her, popping confetti cannons in celebration.
Two loud bangs—colorful confetti rained down.
They clapped exaggeratedly. "Zhou Ying, congratulations on becoming a distinguished bentley owner!"
Still stunned, Zhou Ying's face was pure confusion.
bentley's manager Li Xiao quickly explained, "Ms. Zhou, Mr. Jiang just paid in full for this bentley continental, and the registration is under your name. The car is now yours; you can drive it away shortly."
Even Li Xiao watched her with open envy.
An hour earlier Zhou Ying had been a hired model earning a thousand yuan a day.
Now she had transformed into a distinguished bentley owner.
Li Xiao's tone turned respectful, every sentence laced with "you" in honorific form.
And this bentley continental, which even she as sales manager couldn't afford, Jiang Cheng bought outright for Zhou Ying.
Under the crowd's stunned, envious stares, Zhou Ying slowly opened the purchase contract.
Seeing the owner's name, she clapped a hand over her mouth in disbelief.
The name printed wasn't Jiang Cheng—it was hers.
So Jiang Cheng bought a car—for her!!
Her pretty peach-blossom eyes widened instantly.
Shock melted into gratitude, then into flustered panic.
"Jiang Cheng… you… I…" Her mind racing, she couldn't find words.
After all, this wasn't a handbag—it was a car.
A five-million-yuan car.
Lost, Zhou Ying threw herself into Jiang Cheng's arms.
The onlookers buzzed with commotion.
"Why do I want to be jealous yet feel I'm not even qualified?"
"You buy a car and they throw in a top-tier model???"
"Didn't you hear? The Handsome Guy clearly bought the five-million ride for the beauty."
"Damn, I take back my trash talk—I'm unworthy…"
"Is this how rich guys pick up girls? I'll probably never learn it in my life."
"Forget learning—we can't copy it. They're a perfect match; no need for us to be jealous."
…
The bentley booth's ruckus quickly drew a crowd, spawning envy and self-doubt all around.
bentley sure knew how to milk the publicity.
A sale at last—time to make some noise and grab eyeballs.
Yet Jiang Cheng didn't look happy.
He was, after all, a good man, and good men keep a low profile.
Rule one for good men: no photos, no videos.
Why leave evidence and court trouble?
In this digital age, netizens' eyes are terrifyingly sharp.
If Jiang Cheng had taken photos or clips with them,
sooner or later he might spot himself in Zhou Ying's social-media feed,
or on Qiao Yinyin's stream,
or in Yu Xiaoxiao's videos.
Frequent TikTok users know the story:
A woman scrolled TikTok and, in a theme-park promo, spotted her "away-on-business" husband holding hands with another woman on a roller-coaster ride.
The clip trended on TikTok's hot search for days.
Hence, good men don't casually take photos.
The manager had wanted a group photo with Jiang Cheng and Zhou Ying.
Jiang Cheng politely declined.
"Mr. Jiang, the paperwork's done; you can drive off anytime. If you don't need a special plate, we can process it now so you won't have to come back," the supervisor said considerately.
After all, Jiang Cheng held a black gold centurion card and paid in full—bentley rolled out the red-carpet service.
They aimed to leave him the best possible impression.
Jiang Cheng nodded. "Let's do it all together then."
"Very well, Mr. Jiang."
Seeing Jiang Cheng buy Zhou Ying a car, the other two models were so jealous they nearly ground their molars to dust.
They already envied Zhou Ying for her looks, center-stage spot, and the fact that a hot guy had hit on her.
Now the hunk had actually bought her a car.
Not some 200,000-yuan ride—this one cost five million.
Their faces twisted with jealousy; they were practically disfigured by envy.
All three of them were car-show models—why such different fates?
Still, they didn't dare show their jealousy openly.
Instead, they played sweet, sidled up to Zhou Ying, and looped arms with her.
"OMG, Zhou Ying, you're so lucky! Did you two really just meet today?"
"Yeah, we're green with envy—it's a bentley, the car of my dreams."
They flattered Zhou Ying while sneaking flirty glances at Jiang Cheng.
Truthfully, Zhou Ying barely knew them.
They'd met only today.
Besides introductions, they hadn't exchanged a single word.
Yet now they clung to her like best friends.
Zhou Ying felt awkward and didn't know how to react.
Jiang Cheng quietly checked their favorability stats.
Both had single-digit special values, decent figures, but their looks rated only in the eighties.
Jiang Cheng felt zero interest.
Humans are pragmatic: once an 80-point beauty was a goddess in his eyes,
but after you've had choices and grown used to 90-point stunners, eighties no longer count as beauties.