While I was scavenging for trash, I stumbled upon a street activity. "I'll give you 100 dollars, and you spend it. I'll pay," said the influencer. Taking the 100-dollar bill, I smiled with a sense of relief. He didn't know that I would use this money to kill three people right in front of tens of thousands of viewers in his live stream. 1 I had just put a plastic bottle I found in the trash into my woven bag when I heard someone call me from behind. "Ma'am, I'll give you a hundred dollars. Spend it however you like." A fashionably dressed man, hiding the disgust in his eyes, pointed his phone camera at me. Seeing my confused look, he took out a hundred-dollar bill and stuffed it into my hand. "I'm a streamer. Take the money, buy whatever you want!" I clutched the money tightly, squinting at his phone screen. "Finally live! I can't go a day without watching Big Chris." "Big Chris helping those in need with real action, thumbs up!" "This scavenger lady looks so pitiful, her clothes are dirty and torn. I really hope this hundred dollars can improve her life a bit." Comments scrolled by, and the viewer count in the live stream kept climbing, instantly hitting over ten thousand. I put the money in my pocket and nodded to this streamer named Chris. This many witnesses were enough. 2 Chris followed behind me, talking eloquently to the camera. "Fam, I've been doing this hundred-dollar street charity challenge for a year now. It's thanks to your support that I've come this far." "Rest assured, the targets I choose are all people in difficult situations who need help." "A hundred dollars is small, but it can truly help them!" "You can say I'm stingy, but I have a clear conscience!" Chris's voice was very persuasive, and soon the screen was filled with gift effects. He glanced at me and continued: "This lady looks about sixty. It's not easy being out scavenging at this age, relying on picking up trash to survive." "Let's see, what practical things can she buy with this hundred dollars?" After speaking, he quickened his pace to walk alongside me. "Ma'am, where is your family? How can they let you scavenge at such an old age?" I said lightly. "My family is all gone." Chris sighed and shook his head. "Sigh, you really have a hard life." "If you need any help, just tell me, Big Chris won't hesitate!" I turned my head and stared at him quietly. He got creeped out by my stare and asked awkwardly: "Ma'am, what's wrong?" I curved my lips and smiled gently. "No need, you are helping me right now." 3 Chatting along the way, I walked to a fruit stand in the market. The fruit stand was under an old building, with no one in front of it. A woman about my age glanced at me and walked up reluctantly. "What do you want to buy?" I pointed to a bundle of sugarcane nearby. She looked me up and down and said grumpily: "Sugarcane is thirty dollars a stick. Do you have money?" I waved the bill in my hand at her, and she then slowly took a stick of sugarcane to peel. Comments floated by. "She's had such a bitter life, getting money and wanting something sweet immediately." "Wait, this shop isn't right. Sugarcane is at most twenty dollars a stick." "And she picked the oldest one for the lady! Streamer, remind her!" Chris looked at the screen from the side and whispered: "Fam, the principle of the stream is to give money but not interfere." "So, I can't intervene in this situation." After the owner peeled it, I could clearly see the sugarcane was dry, with black spots inside. She walked to the sugarcane cutting machine not far away, quickly chopped the sugarcane into sections and bagged them, then came to ask me for money. I shook my head, smoothing my hair messed up by a gust of strong wind. Under her surprised gaze, I extended two more fingers. "Give me two more sticks." A look of joy appeared on the owner's face, and she pulled out two more sticks of poor-quality sugarcane to peel. The comments on the screen surged continuously. "Is this lady senile? Can't she see she's being given bad sugarcane?" "Buying so much sugarcane, can she finish it?" "Exactly, others save to buy daily necessities. She just spent it all at once." Chris watched his phone quietly, the corners of his mouth rising constantly. Controversy brings heat. In this short while, his live stream gained several thousand more viewers. The owner was quick with her hands and feet, processing the other two sticks of sugarcane at the cutting machine in no time. I stood in front of her, looking at her coldly. As she packed the three bags ready to give me, another strong wind blew. Dust on the ground mixed with various plastic bags flew all over the sky. The owner subconsciously reached out to wipe her eyes. The next second, a dull crack sounded, and warm blood splattered on my face. She collapsed to the ground, her head smashed by a piece of wall brick falling from upstairs. 4 After the people around reacted, sharp screams erupted. Chris's eyes widened, clutching his phone tightly, the camera fixed on the fruit stand owner's body. Comments surged like a tide. "Holy crap, holy crap!" "Someone died? For real?" "Omg, witnessing a death live!" Someone at a nearby stall called for an ambulance and police. Soon, sirens wailed as they arrived. The doctor got out, took one look, and shook his head. The police examined the scene, took notes, dispersed the crowd, and arranged for the doctor to cover the deceased with a white cloth and carry her onto a stretcher. After everything ended, Chris's face was full of ecstasy. The live stream was packed with comments, and the popularity was skyrocketing. He continued to the camera: "Fam, we just witnessed a death incident live." "A living life vanished right before our eyes, it's truly heartbreaking." "You never know which comes first, tomorrow or an accident." "But our agreement with the lady still stands, our stream won't stop." "Now, let's continue!" Chris looked at me with a smile, the disgust in his eyes gone. After all, I was now his money tree. I continued leading him through the market, glancing at the screen, a few comments catching my eye. "Why do I feel like that fruit stand owner was killed by this lady?" "If she bought one less stick of sugarcane, the owner would have left the cutting machine sooner and wouldn't have been hit by the falling brick." Many people retorted. "That owner was a crook, bullying the lady for not knowing better, deliberately giving her bad sugarcane." "Evil people get their karma, good riddance!" "Exactly, who knows how many more people she would have scammed if she lived." I looked at these comments, sneering in my heart. These people hide behind the internet, standing on a self-righteous moral high ground, hurling abuse at anyone who disagrees. Their morals are actually not much higher than that fruit stand owner's. Glancing at Chris, I stopped in front of a cheap men's clothing store. I casually picked up a ten-dollar red tie, pulled it hard with both hands, and nodded with satisfaction. After paying, I handed the tie to Chris. "Take it, this is a gift from me." Chris looked at this cheap red tie with a difficult expression. "Omg, the lady is so nice!" "I've watched streams for so long, this is the first time someone used this hundred dollars to buy something for the streamer!" "Boohoo, in the lady's generation, a guy in a suit and tie is the most handsome and promising, that's why she bought a tie for the streamer." "Streamer, this is her heart, just accept it!" For a moment, countless gifts floated across the screen. Chris looked at the comments and accepted the tie with a smile. "Thank you, ma'am. Theoretically, I shouldn't accept it." "But I can't bear to let down your kindness, so I'll take it." I smiled watching him gesture with the tie around his neck. The bright red tie looped around his neck, not too big, not too small, just right.
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