Her Food Livestream Chapter 167: This Direction Seems a Little Off

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: This Direction Seems a Little Off

Wanxing hurried over to check the trending posts in the Federation’s foodie circle. She scanned ten lines at a glance, carefully reading everyone’s replies.

So were genuine onlookers, and their comnts were pretty standard. They were straightforward—they either liked her or they didn’t, and so disliked her based purely on hearsay, having never encountered her content before.

Others seed to take a neutral stance, but their words were clearly ant to stir up trouble.

They were gradually luring everyone into a trap. The further Wanxing scrolled, the more she saw the discussion had shifted away from just the money and the one-million-credit issue.

The conversation, from fans and onlookers alike, had turned toward her stream.

Finally, soone who looked like a Jiang Qiuqiu fan—but who Wanxing imdiately pegged as a paid shill—posted a couple of comnts:

"You guys are hilarious. You talk so much, but do you have any proof?"

"If you’ve got the guts, co to our Juju’s stream and see for yourselves! Our Juju’s food is worth one million, ten million, a hundred million! It’s a delicacy that trash like you don’t deserve to eat!"

That went way too far.

And sure enough, as soon as that comnt appeared, the people below exploded in fury:

What stream are we not worthy of watching? Who makes food worth one or ten million? You’re a brain-dead shill to be hyping her up this much!

Now I have to go see for myself what kind of trashy strear could attract such a fanbase!!!

A mob of onlookers assembled, determined to go to Jiang Qiuqiu’s stream and cause trouble.

After seeing this developnt, Wanxing, who had been worried, grew thoughtful and slipped back into the admin group chat.

After she finished explaining what she’d discovered, Terry popped up. "What is all this?"

ii: These paid shills are getting way too audacious.

Wanxing: I was really worried at first. I thought they were going to blow this up and report it to the authorities. We definitely wouldn’t be punished, but getting tangled up in this stuff is never good. But now, I’m relieved.

...

ii was discussing work with Jiang Qiuqiu. Tonight was a stream night. "And now all this drama has to pop up," she said.

"It’s just a small thing."

"Fine, if you think this is a ’small thing,’ can you guess why Wanxing is so relieved?" While updating Jiang Qiuqiu on the situation, ii also recounted the reactions of the two admins, Terry and Wanxing.

Jiang Qiuqiu laughed. "Probably because she didn’t expect the person behind this to hire so many shills, not to completely tank my reputation, but to funnel people into my stream instead?"

"Are you and your fans on the sa wavelength or what? You guessed it right on the money!"

That was it. What had set Wanxing’s mind at ease was realizing that the paid shills’ goal wasn’t to wage a war of public opinion.

They were putting in all this effort just to hype Jiang Qiuqiu up, and then lure people into her stream to watch.

It was a classic "praise and kill" tactic.

After all the argunts, people’s impression of the strear would already be poor. Then, because of the huge gap between the hype and the actual food, even if it tasted decent, she’d be flad for "over-marketing" and being "disgusting."

Of course, that’s what might happen to soone else.

But for Jiang Qiuqiu, none of this was a problem.

To this day, no one had ever eaten Jiang Qiuqiu’s cooking and left unimpressed.

"So, do we need to have soone respond to this in the foodie circle?"

"No need. Aren’t they all coming to the stream tonight? I can clear things up live."

"Then there’s one more very important question! What if those people can’t manage to grab a spot?" Normally, with a success rate of less than fifty percent, you had to have lightning-fast reflexes to get one.

"Then I’ll just do a full house today."

"I’ll just make extra portions so everyone who wants one can get one."

"That’s a brilliant move!"