Chapter 180: Chapter 178: A Sponsor Has Shown Up Already

Two stalks of Spirit Grass floated before Wen Ying’s eyes, less than half a foot away.

The Spirit Grass was enveloped in a shimmering glow. Just by taking a gentle breath, Wen Ying could tell that the Spiritual Energy from these two stalks was indeed much richer than that of the Zhu Yu Grass.

She planted the two stalks of Spirit Grass in newly bought flowerpots with some moister soil and placed them in a triangular formation with the Zhu Yu Grass.

Wen Ying immediately felt the Spiritual Energy in the backyard become much denser. However, some of it was dissipating. For the best effect, she would probably need to learn about the legendary Spirit Gathering Array.

’I’ve only heard of this thing, never seen it,’ Wen Ying thought. ’But the system definitely knows.’

’It’ll just come at a price.’

Since she would be leaving for a while soon, Wen Ying decided to deal with it after she finished recording the show.

After finishing a bowl of homemade ice jelly, Wen Ying put the things she had drawn into a red plastic bag and carried it toward Uncle Zhang’s sundry shop.

Lost in his short videos, Uncle Zhang sensed someone arrive but didn’t even look up. "Grab whatever you want. The prices are on the wall."

Wen Ying set down the plastic bag and looked at the colorful price list taped to the wall. She was a little curious. "Uncle, your price list is quite trendy."

"Trendy? It’s just policy from above. Says customers need to clearly see the price of the products."

Uncle Zhang replied reflexively, his eyes still glued to a short video.

The video was playing a clip of a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law arguing, which had Uncle Zhang quite worked up.

But then he suddenly looked up. "Little Ying, what are you doing here? Did those people leave?"

"They left. Uncle, here’s the stuff you wanted. I’m going to be away for a while in a couple of days, so I drew another batch for you while I still could."

’What mother-in-law, daughter-in-law, or sister-in-law drama could possibly be more important than what Wen Ying had brought!’

After all, the money from the old man had allowed his son to buy a sedan worth over two hundred thousand!

He’s so proud driving to work now!

Looking at what Wen Ying had brought, Uncle Zhang exclaimed, "Little Ying, you’re so fast! It can’t have been easy drawing so much, right? Let me get you some spending money."

Wen Ying waved her hand, declining. "After I leave, I’ll have to trouble you and Auntie to keep an eye on the clinic. Just sweeping up once in a while would be great."

Uncle Zhang readily agreed.

He just told Wen Ying to be sure to come by and let him know when she was leaving.

After Wen Ying left, Uncle Zhang stared at the missiles and tanks in the bag and fell silent.

He and his wife were nearly wiped out last time after they burned those handguns for the old man. If it weren’t for what Little Ying had delivered, he doubted they’d still be here running the shop, let alone enjoying the rest of their lives.

’If the guns alone had that kind of power, then the effect of these tanks and missiles would grow exponentially!’

’I absolutely can’t let my wife take the risk this time.’

’But... will this be the end of me?’

But after burning the handguns last time, he and his wife had both dreamed of the old man again.

In the dream, however, the old man was glowing with a golden light, just like one of those Buddhas from a TV drama.

But on closer inspection, the golden light wasn’t exactly pure. And behind where the old man stood in the dream, there was a dense, dark crowd of people.

’Oh, no, they probably couldn’t be called people.’

’A dense, dark crowd of ghosts?’

The old man stood at the front, full of imposing presence, while a thunderous roar of shouts rose from below.

Uncle Zhang faintly heard something like "President Zhang." ’Could they be cheering for the old man?’

’But on second thought, probably not.’

’The old man went down there to start a business, he shouldn’t be getting praised by a group that looks so much like an army.’

’To reach that level, he’d have to be a Marshal!’

’A general at the very least, right?’

He had seen his fair share of historical dramas, after all.

The old man was smiling brilliantly. He said that his unfilial son had finally done something good, and that this stuff was very useful to him.

By the time he came down in the future, there might even be a throne waiting for him to inherit.

Uncle Zhang was speechless. "..."

He wondered if watching too many short videos lately had made his dreams so bizarre. He had no idea what the old man was actually trying to say.

Or if he’d said anything useful at all.

His wife’s dream was largely the same as his, but she said the old man had praised her and even promised to give them something good next time.

Uncle Zhang: "???"

He was starting to suspect he really had been picked out of a trash can.

Uncle Zhang stared at the items, conflicted. This time, he could only burn one or two.

Should he burn the bows and arrows first, or the tank, or the missile?

Although he hadn’t made up his mind, Uncle Zhang had already decided he absolutely would not burn both a tank and a missile at the same time!

He had to include a set of bows and arrows, and then choose something else for the other slot.

At 10 PM, Wen Ying started her stream early, perhaps because she had announced it on Weibo.

Plus, she had the boost from being a trending topic.

The moment Wen Ying went live, eighty thousand people flooded into the stream room. In less than five minutes, the number had surpassed three hundred thousand.

These numbers still left the platform’s other streamers far behind in the dust.

The stream operator looked at these stats and couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Back when everyone was saying Doctor Wen had been banned, he had gone against the grain, even staking his own career on waiting a few more days before making a decision.

Before the time was even up, Doctor Wen had solved the problem herself!

And because of his correct decision, he was awarded a fifty-thousand-yuan bonus.

The money wasn’t a huge deal to him, but this decision would be recorded in his year-end performance review.

"Welcome, Fireflies and fellow patients, to my stream."

[Woohoo? Fireflies and fellow patients? Is it too late for me to become a Firefly?]

[Doctor Wen, we want to know who your backer is! How did you manage to weather the storm after such a huge incident a few days ago?]

[Doctor Wen, you’re so pretty. Did you sleep your way to the top with the executives at Weibo and Shark TV?]

["Fellow patients," my ass! What a sensationalist! I’m only watching because I’m curious about your backer. I’m not happy about you calling me a patient!]

"My backer?" Wen Ying looked at the comments with a troubled expression.

"If you’re asking about a backer, I do have one!"

[See! I knew it! How could a minor streamer be so arrogant without a backer! It probably cost several million to smooth this over!]

[Upstairs, can you please not show off how dumb you are? If a few million could solve it, does that mean all those celebrities who got canceled before were just broke? Aren’t all of them richer than Doctor Wen?]

[I get it! Don’t tell me it cost a small fortune this time? Oh my god! That’s insane!]

"My backer is a fervent, patriotic heart that loves our country!"

[...]

[Has she gone crazy? Room 444 at the Green Mountain Psychiatric Hospital is waiting for you.]

[PFFFT HAHAHA! I’m dying! We just got trolled by Doctor Wen! I give up!]

"Same rules as always. I’ll connect with two people, and after that, I’ll hold a raffle for ten prizes for the Fireflies!"

[Doctor Wen, would you be open to a private chat? We can provide the prizes free of charge.] a user named {Dongmenzi Refrigerator} sent this comment along with a one-thousand-yuan tip.