met free Chapter 201 : A Fool’s Sudden Inspiration Beats a Smart Man’s Hard Thinking
Chapter 201 : A Fool’s Sudden Inspiration Beats a Smart Man’s Hard Thinking
Chapter 201: A Fool’s Sudden Inspiration Beats a Smart Man’s Hard Thinking
The livestream’s popularity soared at a speed that Sichuan Girl could hardly comprehend. Normally, ninety percent of her followers were male, but today, those male fans had absolutely no power to fight back, hiding in the corner and trembling.
Even when a few of them managed to send a comment, it would be instantly drowned in the flood of female viewers’ messages—barely causing a ripple.
Moreover, the spending power of these female fans was simply beyond imagination.
【Let me see your hands—can you move your index and ring fingers back and forth? I want to see how fast they are.】
【I heard there’s a pair of “Happy Fingers of the Rich Lady” here. I’m coming! I’m a rich lady!】
【From my thirty years of experience as a hand-lover, I can tell the owner of these hands must be a tall, slender, handsome boy.】
【Move your hands, come on, I’ve been waiting forever!】
【Boy-girl, move aside! Point the camera at the one beside you. Let your sister take a look, and I’ll shower you with gifts!】
Originally, their plan had been pretty solid—to use Sichuan Girl’s influence to spread the word about how he could draw people’s childhood or grown-up appearances, hoping to gain traffic while helping more people.
But now, the style of the stream had completely derailed.
Good news: there was traffic.
Bad news: no one cared about his art anymore.
Normally, just a pair of hands shouldn’t attract such madness—there were plenty of people online with beautiful hands, both men and women, even professional hand models. But what others lacked was Lin Mo’s speed and dexterity.
Especially when, under Sichuan Girl’s pleading, Lin Mo gave a full-on performance of a finger dance so fast it made people’s own fingers cramp just watching, the women in the livestream exploded with excitement.
His hands were beautiful, flexible, seemingly boneless; the speed rivaled that of a mini electric motor, vibrating with shocking rhythm—and instantly, the entire livestream changed tone.
Sichuan Girl tried her best to redirect the topic toward herself, even encouraging the viewers to tease her instead, but it was useless.
She didn’t dare connect directly with those rich ladies either, fearing they might make excessive demands—one wrong step could turn the stream into a scandal.
Fortunately, she had a sudden idea and found a female streamer friend on WeChat who agreed to join the stream.
When the connection began, a delicate-faced girl appeared on screen, sitting on a chair. Behind her stood another girl who looked exactly the same—clearly, twins.
“Shiya, long time no see!”
The girl greeted with a sweet smile as soon as the connection succeeded.
But Sichuan Girl hesitated, unsure how to respond—she knew all too well how twins loved to mess around.
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying hi? Don’t tell me you can’t tell which one I am again. Do twins really need to be distinguished that much?”
Sichuan Girl: “Of course not, hello, Shuangru.”
As soon as the words fell, the girl’s expression changed. “Get lost! Are you even human? ‘Shuangru, Shuangru,’ open your eyes and look who I am! You let your friend draw her but not me, huh? Hurry up, I want to see the handsome guy!”
“Hey, you two look the same anyway, one portrait is enough!”
“I don’t care, I want one too!”
With no choice, Sichuan Girl turned to Lin Mo. Lin Mo sighed helplessly and got to work, while Sichuan Girl quickly pointed the camera at his hands.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
His hands fluttered across the paper like butterflies, leaving streaks of afterimages. Every stroke was precise as if printed—no corrections needed.
In just two minutes, an adorable sketch of a little girl came to life, the details vivid and expressive.
【My god, that speed—I'm dying here.】
【Sister approves. Really. My measurements are 85, 64, 88.】
【Sis has a villa, and I’ll throw in a car too!】
【Enough talk, show us the face. If he’s even a little handsome, I swear I’ll make him mine.】
【They say after twenty-five, men can only chat, but this one’s still in school. Perfect.】
【Perfect? How do you know that?】
【Because if he’s good, I’m good.】
Indeed, mystery was the most powerful attraction.
Maybe it was precisely because Lin Mo didn’t show his face—only his hands—that everyone’s imagination ran wild.
He had to admit, he never thought the hand of Kato Eagle would become famous again, and in such a familiar way. He’d thought this skill would only ever serve him in drawing.
The livestream’s popularity kept climbing. Sichuan Girl felt both thrilled and terrified—thrilled by the flood of traffic, yet terrified because of the chaos in the comments. Some remarks were already risky, and she felt her account might be suspended any minute.
At that moment, Lin Mo’s phone suddenly rang. He glanced at it—it was Miss Yuan calling. Seeing that the stream had already lasted over an hour, he figured it was about time to leave.
He poked Sichuan Girl, pointed at his phone, and gestured that he was heading out.
He didn’t wait for her reply; after all, he was only there to help, not an employee, so no one could stop him. He stood up and left.
What Lin Mo didn’t know was that, as he stood, his side profile flashed briefly on the stream—just a split second, but enough for everyone to see his tall, lean figure.
Lin Mo walked straight out and closed the door behind him. The Class Monitor, Wang Chu, and He Xiaoyue were still in the living room watching the stream.
They turned to speak, but before they could, Lin Mo went straight into the bathroom and answered the call.
“Hello, Sister Yuan!”
“What took you so long to pick up?” Miss Yuan’s slightly displeased voice came through. Even without seeing her, Lin Mo could picture her small face puffed up in irritation.
“Had something to do just now—some classmates were around. What’s up, Sister Yuan?” Lin Mo asked.
As he spoke, he felt a surge of anticipation. Normally, he wouldn’t, but after what happened yesterday, he couldn’t help feeling excited. After all, who didn’t like money?
Sure enough, the next second, the voice he’d been hoping for came through—Miss Yuan laughed softly:
“Mo boy, congratulations—you’ve struck it rich.”
Lin Mo: …
Why did everyone sound like a military officer about to rob him?
His cousin was one thing—they were all ordinary folks. But Miss Yuan saying that? If it wasn’t at least several million, he’d be disappointed.
“Is the appraisal result out?” Lin Mo asked.
He might have thought that, but he couldn’t say it aloud—she was his lucky star, after all.
Without her, many of his items would never sell. Getting access to the wealthy was one skill; gaining their trust was another—and far more difficult.
After all, rich people weren’t fools.
“That’s right,” Miss Yuan said. “My dad had someone appraise them. They’re genuine treasures. That inkstone you brought—it’s an antique, apparently imperial-use or something, I didn’t quite get it.
The seal paste isn’t cheap either, worth several hundred thousand. Together, it’s over a million. My mom said she didn’t want you to lose out, so she rounded it up to two million. I honestly don’t know what she sees in you—she’s never even topped up my allowance before.”
Though her family was wealthy, her pocket money was fixed. Compared to her mother Mrs. Jiang, Old Comrade Yuan was much more generous when handing out cash.
So when she saw her mother personally round up Lin Mo’s payment, she couldn’t help feeling sour—but also secretly relieved. Luckily, her brother didn’t have Lin Mo’s knack for charming their parents; otherwise, she’d be out of luck.
“Ah? No, no, just pay the market price.” Lin Mo quickly replied.
Hearing “two million,” his brain buzzed. That was nearly two-thirds of his total savings. He’d never imagined it would be worth that much.
But if one of them was truly an antique, that explained it. Still, he caught the phrase rounded up.
Meaning the real value wasn’t that high—they’d paid extra. That made him feel a bit embarrassed; he preferred fair trade—business was business, friendship was friendship.
“Don’t fuss over a few peanuts,” Miss Yuan said. “My parents both agreed to the amount. Your stuff’s valuable, and my dad’s planning to gift it anyway. Once the project goes through, that money will be nothing.
I’m too lazy to meet today. Tomorrow, come to the company—I’ll give you the money then. You’re about to start vacation anyway, so let’s have dinner together.
That’s settled. Remember to come tomorrow!”
Before he could reply, she hung up. Lin Mo could only chuckle helplessly.
In the end, he still didn’t know the exact value of his items—but two million was definitely more than enough. It wasn’t that he was sure of their worth, but that he trusted Miss Yuan.
With her involvement, Old Comrade Yuan would never shortchange him. Ordinary folks might covet his little treasures, but people like the Yuans certainly wouldn’t.
Still, thinking about the two million coming his way made his heart race. It might have been partly luck, but the value had far exceeded his expectations.
He splashed cold water on his face, forcing himself to calm down, then left the bathroom.
“You’re out? The stream’s blowing up!”
As soon as he came out, Wang Chu spoke eagerly.
The two girls beside him nodded—everyone had seen the shower of gifts. They didn’t know the exact amount, but it had to be a lot.
“My part’s done. What else should I do—stay in there forever?” Lin Mo joked.
Just then, Sichuan Girl’s livestream abruptly ended, the bedroom door flew open, and an ecstatic Li Shiya rushed out.
“Old Mo! You’re my lucky star! I broke through! I finally broke through! Wahahaha!”
She lunged to hug him, but Lin Mo, standing by the bathroom door, instinctively grabbed a toilet plunger—only then did she stop.
“What did you break through, Foundation Stage or Golden Core?” Wang Chu asked dryly.
“Of course my follower count! Over a million now! And I gained a ton of female fans—this is amazing!” Sichuan Girl laughed wildly.
Lin Mo checked his phone—1.03 million followers. In just over an hour.
Normally, livestreams didn’t boost followers as quickly as posted videos, yet her numbers had skyrocketed. Once the hype spread further, she’d probably see even greater growth.
“Wait, with results that good, why didn’t you stream longer? That’s a lot of lost income,” He Xiaoyue said.
Sichuan Girl’s expression collapsed. “You think I didn’t want to? I was about to get banned! The platform sent a warning—said my stream had ‘improper influences.’ How can a pair of hands be improper?
But honestly, those women were crazy. Over a pair of hands!”
At that, He Xiaoyue and Class Monitor Wang Jing exchanged glances, then both lowered their heads.
If those hands belonged to a girl, people would just compliment her.
But on a man? That’s a meal ticket for life.
“Old Mo,” Sichuan Girl sighed, “you’re a true internet saint. Just show up online and boom—you go viral. Excavator rescue? Viral. Wearing Imperial Armor? Viral. Now, just your hands—and you’ve gained hordes of female fans without showing your face.”
Seeing their reactions, she realized—there were levels even among geniuses.
If she was an ordinary genius, Lin Mo was an extraordinary prodigy.
Every time, it was accidental brilliance—proof that a fool’s sudden inspiration beats a smart man’s hard thinking.
Using online slang, Lin Mo was a “natural talent player.”
“Get lost. If I wanted to stream, would I need you to tell me?” Lin Mo scoffed.
Hearing that, Sichuan Girl sighed. She wanted fame but struggled for it; Lin Mo didn’t even try and still hit the jackpot each time.
“Fine. But hey, you really not gonna consider my top supporter, ‘Prosperous Blossoms’? She said she’d add you on WeChat, send you 100,000 yuan pocket money first—you just give her an address, and she’ll come find you.” She winked teasingly.
As she spoke, she even showed the private message from her backend.
Wang Jing: “No wonder you found such a pretty girlfriend. You’re a once-in-a-million freeloader saint.”
He Xiaoyue: “Sichuan Girl, ask that Prosperous Blossoms sister if she’s flexible about gender—I want in too!”
Wang Chu raised his hand: “Count me in! I think that number-two fan, ‘Auntie from Shanghai,’ sounds nice. I’d like to try!”
Before he finished, a hand slapped his back. “You? A freeloader? Dream on!”
Some people were just naturally talented at courting death.
Then Lin Mo said lazily, “Who says Wang Chu can’t do it? Don’t lots of your fellow Sichuan streamers want him already? All he needs is to keep the beard and wear little white socks.”
Wang Jing: →_→