Chapter 434 Nothing Will Change


    Boris quickly tried to turn off the livestream, but for some reason, he couldn''t. What? But it should''ve


    been shut down.


    ke looked at him and said coldly, "Save your breath."


    The viewers went into mocking mode too.


    ''We have the evidence and witnesses, and your ount''s revealed. There''s nowhere to hide.''


    ''You f*cking scumbag. Let''s see you weasel your way out of this. You pride yourself on bullsh*tting your


    way out of any situation, don''t you?''


    ''You im to be helping stray cats, but you''re actually selling their blood? How evil can you be? How


    dare you demand someone else to be a paragon of virtue when you''re nothing but trash yourself!''


    Boris was furious. He worked on this business for three years, and now it was ruined in the span of a


    single livestream. All the ounts he came up with were ruined. And you call ke a paragon of


    virtue? He''s doing the same thing I did. He''s just trying to gain traffic by putting on a mask of justice. He


    roared, "Yeah, the workshop''s mine, but you think that guy''s a paragon of virtue? He used the pretext


    of exposing my crimes just to gain traffic! Can''t you see that? We''repetition, and he''s just using me


    to make money, you fools! That guy has millions of followers, but he still came after a small creator like


    me! He''s just being a big bully!"


    "Yeah, we did take the cats'' blood, but you never asked us why. We never did it for ourselves."


    "A lot of pet owners are worried about their pets, and we''re just trying to help them! It''s not selling


    blood, it''s donating blood."


    "We''re non-profit! All we want is to save more cats! We''re doing charity here!"


    Lilly couldn''t believe it. They''re still trying to weasel their way out of this?


    A hint of smugness glinted in Boris'' eyes. Every time they sold the blood, the records would say ''Blood


    donation.'' Every single transaction was recorded as ''Donation.'' As long as I''m shameless enough, no


    one can take me down. I''ve always been preparing for any situation. Let''s see how you can take me


    down. Boris sneered. "And even if I was selling blood, nothing in thew book says it''s a crime." If this


    isn''t a crime, then no one can arrest me.


    The viewers couldn''t believe Boris could stoop so low, and the ones who tried to defend Boris couldn''t


    say a word anymore. ke flipped through the workshop''s ounts, and it was filled with the records


    of the transactions they made. Every transaction was recorded as ''Blood donation'' and ''Donation,'' just


    like what Boris said, but no matter how perfect the ounts looked, there were still ws.


    For example, the records clearly said that 50ml of blood was exchanged for 1500. There were no


    currencies or anything, but the amount paid for different volumes of blood had a pattern. For example,


    100ml of blood would them three thousand, while 50ml of blood would them 1500. Sometimes


    there would be more blood being sold, and the workshop would gain six thousand to ten thousand.


    Those were rare, but the amount was surprisingly uniform.


    That''s clearly price tags. There''s no way donations could be this uniform. ke knew that anyone


    could see that as long as they had a functioning brain. If someone out there couldn''t realize this, they


    might as well try to get a new brain.


    The viewers were furious, and they cursed Boris, but just like he said, even if he was selling blood, no


    one could arrest him. It wasn''t a crime anyway. Thew couldn''t do anything to him, and the only way


    to get to him was through morality''s judgment.


    Since the workshop was done for, Boris dropped his good man act, and heughed. "You losers can''t


    even do sh*t! Yeah, curse me. Like I care about that. I''ve made enough money anyway. Not like your


    curses can do sh*t! I can just change my name and open up another workshop, and you''ll still follow


    me again!"


    How amusing. Howughable. Borisughed and turned off the livestream. The viewers were angry,


    but they knew Boris was telling the truth. Their whole country was filled with people like Boris. They''d


    Kindness was worth a lot, and there was profit to be made. Scum like Boris would exploit the kindness


    in everyone''s heart just to make a quick buck. Eventually, the whole world would lose its kindness,


    reced by mistrust and doubt. If or when that happens, the world itself would be a living hell.


    Lilly was angry. She had no idea what she could do, but she felt suffocated. She wanted to do


    something, but she couldn''t, and she wanted to hit someone.


    ke smiled and patted her head. Oh, look, she''s angry. I''m going to get you Boris. Do you really think


    I can do nothing? There''s nothing I can''t do.


    …


    Boris was upset, and he kicked Kelly''s IV infusion away. Kelly said nothing. The assistant had an ashen


    look on his face, and he asked, "What now, boss?"


    Boris was annoyed. What now? What now? Why do youe to me every time there''s trouble? We''re


    obviously done for! "We''re cashing in all our money before the service blocks us."


    I still haven''t taken the hundred grand from Kelly''s livestream. And a ton of people donated during the


    earlier livestream. Boris and his assistant quickly checked their stream data and found that they made


    more than two hundred grand. It''s even more than the donation yesterday. There''s nearly four hundred


    grand.


    Delighted, the two of them tried to cash in, but then a message popped up. ''We apologize for the


    inconvenience, but your ount is permanently banned. ording to the contract, all your ount''s


    profits will be confiscated as a penalty. Part of it will be returned to the viewers. Thank you for your


    understanding.''


    Boris and his assistant couldn''t believe it. They couldn''t understand what was happening. I saw that


    money. I was so close to getting it, but now you''re telling me it''s not mine anymore? Unbelievable!


    Boris was furious. I paid a hundred grand for this b*tch! And now I''m not making a cent back?


    Furious, Boris refused to stay at the hospital, and he went back home. The assistant was in no mood to


    take care of Kelly. She was just a stranger to him, so he left, and Kelly was alone.


    Boris came home cursing and yelling. It took him a while to calm down. I mean, I might''ve lost my


    workshop, but I''ve bought a house and a car from all the money I made. And my house is a vi with a


    garden in the front and back. He bought his car from a rich kid. Even though he only spent a million,


    that car was worth ten times that.


    I''m a rich guy now. Even if I don''t work for years, I can still survive. And his mood got better.


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    Night came. Now that he had no work, Boris had more time for himself. He soaked in the bathtub,


    humming away happily, and he closed his eyes, enjoying his me time. But then he heard something


    click, and Boris quickly looked around.


    His bedroom was big, and so was the bathroom. The bathroom door wasn''t closed, so he could see the


    bedroom outside, but there was nothing wrong with it. Thinking that he was hearing things, Boris went


    back to his bath, but then a helium balloon floated before the bathroom''s entrance.


    As if it was held by something invisible, the balloon glided over to him.