92: Chapter 92 Why is there still merit to be gained this time?

At this moment, a series of golden special effects suddenly exploded across the public screen of the live stream.

Those were the "Carnival" special effects, one after another, a full twenty of them!

"Hangcheng Young Master: Holy crap! Streamer, you're awesome! You put up this money, right?"

"Hangcheng Young Master: Don't play dumb. You were the only one operating your phone these last few minutes. It had to be you!"

"Hangcheng Young Master: I'm impressed! If it were any other streamer, once the money hit their pocket, they'd never cough it up!"

"Hangcheng Young Master: Brothers, spam 'Master Su is generous' on the screen for me!"

Following Hangcheng Young Master's lead, the live stream chat went completely wild.

"Master Su is generous! That's three hundred thousand right there!"

"I'm crying, I'm actually crying. This streamer is reliable; when push comes to shove, he really steps up!"

"From now on, whoever dares to call Master Su a fraud, I'll be the first to fight them!"

"This is what a positive energy streamer is all about! Followed!"

Shen Jie looked at the screen full of comments and finally realized what had happened.

The money came from Su Yun.

The young man who had just coldly told him that lottery tickets couldn't be predicted had, in the next turn, given his daughter a new lease on life.

Shen Jie felt as if a giant stone were blocking his chest, hot and swollen.

He suddenly placed his phone on the table. Then, with a "thump," he dropped to his knees.

This time, it wasn't because he had collapsed in despair, but a solid, deliberate kneel.

"Master!"

"Master Su!"

"Your great kindness and virtue—I, Shen Jie, could slave away for the rest of my life and never be able to repay it!"

"From now on, my life is yours!"

As he shouted, Shen Jie began to kowtow frantically toward the phone's camera. "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of his forehead hitting the concrete floor was dull yet loud. Within a few hits, blood began to seep from his forehead.

But he didn't care at all, continuing to kowtow mechanically, each hit heavier than the last.

Tears and snot mixed together, smearing his entire face. It was the joy of surviving a disaster, and the most primal gratitude toward his benefactor.

Watching this scene, Su Yun frowned. He couldn't stand this kind of situation the most. It made it seem like he had died.

"Alright, alright!" Su Yun waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Shen Jie's actions.

"Stop kowtowing. If you keep hitting your head, you'll break your brain, and then who will take care of your daughter?"

"Hurry up and go to the hospital to sign the papers and pay the fees. Don't delay the treatment."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jie's movements stopped instantly. He raised his head, wiped the blood and tears from his face, and nodded heavily.

"Right! To the hospital! I have to go save Duoduo!"

He scrambled up, grabbed his phone and those red booklets, and turned to rush out.

Running to the door, he suddenly stopped again and bowed deeply toward the screen.

"Master, when Duoduo is better, I will bring her to kowtow to you!"

After saying this, Shen Jie pulled open the dilapidated iron door and rushed into the night like a gust of wind.

The video connection hadn't cut off yet. The camera shook, finally settling on the empty, cigarette-butt-strewn room.

Although he was gone, the oppressive atmosphere had completely dissipated. In its place was an indescribable sense of hope.

Su Yun looked at the empty room and reached out to click hang up. The screen returned to the live stream background.

Su Yun picked up his teacup, found it was still empty, and had to put it down helplessly.

He watched the screen full of comments still spamming "generous" and "moved," his expression returning to that lazy look.

"Alright, stop spamming."

"I'm not that noble; I just hated that his crying was too noisy and it affected my mood for streaming."

"Besides, the wool comes from the sheep's back."

"This money was contributed by the gifts you all just sent; if you think about it, everyone is a shareholder."

Although Su Yun's words were meant to distance himself, to the audience, they sounded even more pleasing.

"This streamer does good deeds without wanting credit; I love it."

"What is class? This is what class is!"

"Master Su, your excuse is too lame, but I like it."

Su Yun stretched, listening to his bones crackle and pop.

"Alright, that's it for today's stream."

"Three fortunes have been told; time to clock out."

Ignoring the millions of viewers in the live stream who were still shouting "Talk for another five bucks worth" and "Don't go," Su Yun directly placed his hand on the button to end the live stream.

Just at the moment the screen was about to go black, Su Yun seemed to remember something and said calmly to the camera.

"Remember."

"Some miracles don't need immortals."

"People can create them themselves."

Snap. The live stream went black.

It left millions of viewers staring blankly at the pitch-black screen, ruminating on that last sentence.

...

Su Yun watched the darkened computer screen in front of him and casually poured the unfinished herbal tea into his mouth.

Although the stream was off, the notification sounds on his phone kept ringing incessantly. Weibo, Douyin, Toutiao—pushes from almost every platform had exploded.

"#Master Su Hardcore Discourages Gamblers#"

"#300,000 Life-Saving Money! The Entire Internet is in Tears#"

"#Some Miracles Don't Need Immortals#"

These few entries were like they had taken a rocket, directly dominating the top three search trends.

Su Yun glanced at them casually and didn't take it too seriously. Fame, to him, was just a tool to earn merit points; as for how others hyped it up, he didn't care.

What he cared about most right now was his own life. Just then, that familiar mechanical voice sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host's actions have caused a major causal event!]

[Precise rescue of the dying patient Shen Duoduo, saving a broken family, changing the destiny of three generations of her family!]

[System assessment: Reward merit points: 200!]

[Current merit points: 950]

Su Yun's hand holding the teacup shook violently, almost spilling water onto the keyboard. Two hundred points? Did this system take the wrong medicine today?

You have to know, before, when he put in effort to catch a murderer, it only gave ten or fifty points. This time, he just transferred 300,000 yuan and said a few words of chicken soup, and it actually gave him two hundred directly?

Su Yun put down the teacup and frowned. Something was wrong. This math didn't add up.

"System, isn't your assessment standard a bit double-standard?" Su Yun muttered silently in his heart.

"Two days ago, I donated my streaming income to an orphanage, and I didn't see you pop out a single merit point."

"How come this 300,000 today is so valuable?"

The system didn't respond, remaining as aloof as a frozen artificial idiot.

But Su Yun's mind turned quickly. If the system's assessment logic didn't have a bug, it meant that only "producing an actual rescue effect" or "changing destiny" could earn merit points.

That 300,000 today was indeed handed directly to the hospital, saving Shen Duoduo's life. But what about the previous hundreds of thousands?

That money was donated under the name of charity. Logically, that money should have been enough to improve the food for those kids, and even curing several sick children shouldn't have been an issue.

Doesn't this count as changing destiny? Unless...

Su Yun's eyes narrowed, his gaze becoming somewhat dangerous. Unless that money wasn't used on the children at all.