Wang Ziqian lit a cigarette. His expression was not very good.
"Tell me the details and let me understand what's going on."
Long Shuai pulled a chair over and sat down. He recounted the entire process.
The more Wang Ziqian listened, the uglier his expression became.
"That person is Brother Mask?" Ma Weian said coldly.
"You've heard of this man?"
"He's too well known," Marvian said.
"Previously, Douyu had a Newcomer King event. The first place was originally Old Meng's, but he snatched it away. I didn't expect him to ruin your business as well."
"Where did this guy come from? He spent five million on a random live stream. Ordinary people wouldn't do such a thing," Wang Ziqian said.
"This person has a few hardcore fans, and they're all rich women. He probably made a lot of money from these women," Ma Weian said.
