The Happy Farmer Wanderer-Chapter 856: Sitting and Awaiting Doom

Although Brother Hu was fervently explaining, the audience, who loved a good spectacle and didn’t mind escalating things, weren’t buying it.

"Brother Hu, I’ve been your long-time fan. We know all too well how wild your livestreams can be. Since when have you started exploring places like this? Someone like you could never suddenly go straight. Just like us viewers who love watching you explore those other kinds of places, not this smoky barbecue joint. You’ve totally been kidnapped, right?"

"I’m also a long-time fan of Brother Hu. Apart from that, since when has he ever spoken so timidly? It’s always been ’Dads, let those rockets fly, let’s switch locations, today we’re giving daddy something explosively hot.’ His catchphrase has always been ’Sponsors are daddies, freeloaders are grandsons.’ Look at what he just said; suddenly we’re all daddies, unbelievable!"

"No doubt about it, he’s definitely been kidnapped!"

"I’m guessing it’s this barbecue joint right in front of us. These remote joints, the owners play dirty. I suspect Brother Hu offended the owner last night during his livestream, got himself beaten up, and that completely changed our dear bad boy host Brother Hu."

"Otherwise, let’s try calling the police."

"Call the police? We should go and rescue Brother Hu ourselves! With Brother Hu being such a bad boy host, he’s almost certainly got a criminal record. Calling the cops would just land him in deeper trouble. I noted down this place yesterday, it’s called... Sanhe Village."

"I just searched it up, it’s Sanhe Village in Tongcheng County!" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

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Brother Hu, looking at the barrage of comments flying across his phone, suddenly felt weak, his forehead sweating as if he’d just been fished out of water. Damn it, why hadn’t he realized before how clever his audience was?

And they were discussing it as if they were experts.

Now he was really worried that Li Qing was also watching his livestream...

If Li Qing saw those comments, he’d probably lose another layer of skin.

Sure, he had a criminal past, but that was all behind him now, and he could actually accept calling the police now.

But what was the use of calling the police?

The dispatcher would just redirect the call to Li Qing’s phone. Would he tell Li Qing, this shady character, that he’d been kidnapped?

That would be purely seeking death!

And those viewers who wanted to come ’rescue’ him? They probably weren’t so much looking to save him as they were trying to get rid of him probably.

"Dads, stop using your imagination, you don’t understand; this is hard-earned money!" Brother Hu emphasized earnestly, "Visiting those kinds of places often costs us more than we make. Taking on this big job helps me earn something to continue exploring those spots for you dads."

"Honestly, you guys send over enough gifts in one night for me to make a bit. But my regular viewers know that when I go stream in alleys, those small-time gigs that bring in just a hundred or two, you don’t really like them. Then it became casually dropping 899, 1299—it’s costly, dads."

"Let’s not run wild with our imagination. And for those thinking of rescuing me, don’t even bother. If you’ve got a hefty wallet, better come spend some money here, let me rack up some numbers, and then we can immediately switch spots and I’ll give you something explosive to watch."

Brother Hu nearly talked his mouth dry before finally seeing a slight shift in the direction of the comments on the screen.

But the host is iron, and the fans are water.

Most of them ruthlessly rejected Brother Hu’s proposal.

"Who would want to spend money on something legitimate like this? I drove all this way just to eat some barbecue, isn’t that just plain insane? I’ve got three barbecue joints just downstairs from my place, I can eat just by lifing my leg, why go through all this trouble?"

"Brother Hu, you might as well stop struggling. Taking up this gig is going nowhere. Seriously, if it were those other types of places, not just a mere hundred kilometers away, even if it were four or five hundred kilometers, if the service is good and the girls are charming, I’d take a leave and go. But what’s so appealing about this place?"

"Brother, maybe this place has tender lamb skewers and great service!"

"Can that shit bring me pleasure? Obviously not! I still prefer girls that are charming and fresh."

"Brother Hu, nothing more to say, I’ll send you a flower as a small consolation. This is boring, I’m out."

"A flower for me, let’s go see the beauties!"

"I’ll grab a flower too. Just swiped to a borderline girl, tissue in the crotch, that’s really something."

"Bro, share the info!"

...

Brother Hu watched the screen filling with flower effects and the viewers count continuously decreasing, feeling like he had plunged into a frigid pit.

These ungrateful bastards!

This is completely opportunistic.

In less than half an hour, the popularity in Brother Hu’s live room had sharply dropped to barely two hundred people.

And the only reason this crowd was still sticking around was because of the performers’ flexible waist moves and the occasional glamorous appearances of Jing Yan and other beautiful lady bosses, with some persuading Brother Hu to move up front and continue the broadcast.

But how could Brother Hu, who was nearly buried alive last night, dare to do such a thing?

He had an irrational fear every time he saw the barrage on the screen, definitely not daring to pick up on that topic.

He felt that this couldn’t continue; even today, despite the support from old viewers, the live had turned into a mess.

By tomorrow, he feared his live room would only be left with transient viewers and ghost shadows.

"Bro, this can’t go on like this," one of his team members, a young man nicknamed Big Mouth, whispered.

"How many viewers on your side?" Brother Hu asked.

The skinny young man called Big Mouth glanced at the screen, pursed his lips and said, "Damn it, all-time low, only nine people now. They saw us livestreaming the barbecue shop, some initially thought it was a deceptive shop. I explained it a bit, mentioned it’s totally legit, then the viewers just vanished."

"Bro, how do we handle this? With this kind of viewership, we definitely can’t meet our goals!"

"Let me think for a bit," Brother Hu sighed deeply and said, "After all, it’s just this shop, and it’s not easy for us to come up with scripts or appealing content."

"Bro, I heard they’re building some kind of haunted house in the village. Maybe we can talk to Boss Li about it, not just stick to broadcasting from the shop. This back and forth as it is, definitely won’t attract viewers," Big Mouth suggested.

"Is that true?" Brother Hu asked, somewhat skeptical.

"I heard about it before; it’s called something like Wild Dog View Haunted House. That place was said to be rather eerie," Big Mouth whispered.

Brother Hu thought for a moment, then nodded heavily and said, "Alright, I’ll give it a try, we can’t just sit here and wait to die. You keep an eye on the livestream, I’ll go talk to Boss Li about this."

"Yeah, bro, go for it. Be nice, lower your posture a bit," Big Mouth advised, a bit concerned.

"Fuck off, you think I am an idiot?" Brother Hu turned and cursed.