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Chapter 150 Lucky Streak

It was a cozy night. Several rundown bars in the affordable housing area were teeming with patrons. Above the hustle and bustle was the community apartments, one of which was called Caring Suite.

On the 4th floor, a fingerless man was scrolling on his phone frantically. He was none other than Harvard. Within 30 minutes, his video was viewed more than one million times and received 70,000 likes. But right before he could go viral, he received a notification. His video was taken down due to a violation of the platform’s rules and regulations.

Why? Why? Why? Harvard was furious. He did censor the gory part by putting on a monochrome filter. ARGH! Now, his viewership was gone!

Harvard checked other accounts. One copycat knelt on a durian husk. He got 100,000 followers. The streamer then started promoting durian. Judging from the sales he closed in the past two days, he just earned around 30 thousand dollars.

“F*ck those copycats,” cursed Harvard.

Another copycat knelt on ceramic shards and cried messily. He then started promoting all sorts of ceramic mugs, to great success.

“I did it better. I cut off my fingers!” uttered Harvard vehemently. “But I only have around 10,000 followers. That’s not fair.”

He felt high from his sudden surge in popularity. He needed to release another video before his audience hopped onto the next big thing. Suddenly, he came across a video entitled “Three-timer caught red-handed!”. It was from a bystander’s point of view, and Harvard saw Lilly.

“Yes!” An idea came to his mind. Harvard saved and edited the video heavily. He then gave it a title, Lilly Caught Red-Handed. SHE HAD THREE BOYFRIENDS?

That clickbaity title was sure to attract viewers. And as he expected, his follower count skyrocketed. Everyone was sharing and commenting on the video. Harvard was smart enough to insert an advertisement in it. And with high viewership, he was due to receive a huge payout.

“You’re a moneymaker, Lilly,” said Harvard greedily. Inside the dim room, Harvard’s wicked grin was reflected on his laptop screen.

The next day, Harvard woke up with bloodshot eyes. The first thing he did was check his phone.

Harvard jumped from his bed. “3,000 a day… That’s

five anyway? Harvard immediately tendered his resignation

knocked on Harvard’s door impatiently. “Harvard! When are you going to pay the rent? You owe

rent for six months. He either avoids me or pretends that he isn’t home. Am I going

from the windows. His rent was 450 dollars per month. Six months of overdue rent

3,268 dollars

again, though she didn’t expect Harvard to respond. She knew how lazy Harvard was. And how bad he was with finance. Despite his mediocre income, he splurged it on cigarettes

who was on her shoulder, sneezed. All of a sudden, Gemma

“Gimme a sec.”

door to Apartment 404 flung open. Harvard, with his disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, groaned, “Will you get off my back? How much do you

pay up now? Today

dollars in total,”

and wired Gemma the money reluctantly. Looking at his stuffy and lightless

you’re staying, remember to pay your rent

muttered to himself, “I’ll move into

notebook into her grocery

saw a few

collect the rent today?”

“Yes, I did.”

gasped. “Wow,