The Princess to Eight Uncles (Lily And Mr. Crawford) Chapter 150

Why? Why? Why? Harvard was furious. He did censor the gory part by putting on a monochrome filter. ARGH! Now, his viewership was gone!

Harvard checked other accounts. One copycat knelt on a durian husk. He got 100,000 followers. The streamer then started promoting durian. Judging from the sales he closed in the past two days, he just earned around 30 thousand dollars.

“F*ck those copycats,” cursed Harvard.

Another copycat knelt on ceramic shards and cried messily. He then started promoting all sorts of ceramic mugs, to great success.

“I did it better. I cut off my fingers!” uttered Harvard vehemently. “But I only have around 10,000 followers. That’s not fair.”

He felt high from his sudden surge in popularity. He needed to release another video before his audience hopped onto the next big thing. Suddenly, he came across a video entitled “Three-timer caught red-handed!”. It was from a bystander’s point of view, and Harvard saw Lilly.

“Yes!” An idea came to his mind. Harvard saved and edited the video heavily. He then gave it a title, Lilly Caught Red-Handed. SHE HAD THREE BOYFRIENDS?

That clickbaity title was sure to attract viewers. And as he expected, his follower count skyrocketed. Everyone was sharing and commenting on the video. Harvard was smart enough to insert an advertisement in it. And with high viewership, he was due to receive a huge payout.

“You’re a moneymaker, Lilly,” said Harvard greedily. Inside the dim room, Harvard’s wicked grin was reflected on his laptop screen.

The next day, Harvard woke up with bloodshot eyes. The first thing he did was check his phone.

“3,268 dollars in a day? Jesus!” Harvard jumped from his bed. “3,000 a day… That’s around 100,000 dollars per month.”

So why bother working nine to five anyway? Harvard immediately tendered his resignation notice.

Someone knocked on Harvard’s door impatiently. “Harvard! When are you going to pay the rent? You owe me several months of rent already.”

Outside the room, the portly landlady, Gemma Sullivan, was tapping her feet. She mumbled to herself, “This Harvard hasn’t paid his rent for six months. He either avoids me or pretends that he isn’t home. Am I going to get my rent today?”

Harvard lived in Apartment 404. It was facing the stairwell and was far away from the windows. His rent was 450 dollars per month. Six months of overdue rent amounted to 2,700 dollars in total, and factoring in the utility fees…

“You owe me 3,268 dollars in total, Harvard.”

Gemma knocked again, though she didn’t expect Harvard to respond. She knew how lazy Harvard was. And how bad he was with finance. Despite his mediocre income, he splurged it on cigarettes and video games.

Gemma sighed, just as Jean, who was on her shoulder, sneezed. All of a sudden, Gemma could hear scuffling noises from behind the door.

“Gimme a sec.”

The door to Apartment 404 flung open. Harvard, with his disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, groaned, “Will you get off my back? How much do you want?”

Gemma was surprised. Harvard was willing to pay up now? Today was a great day then.

“3,268 dollars in total,” replied Gemma.

Harvard was stunned to hear that number. It was exactly what he earned yesterday. Harvard took out his phone and wired Gemma the money reluctantly. Looking at his stuffy and lightless living quarter, he made a mental note to move out once he made more money.

Gemma scribbled something on her book. “If you’re staying, remember to pay your rent next month. You always disappear.”

Harvard rolled his eyes and slammed the door. He muttered to himself, “I’ll move into a high-end residential area once I’m rich.”

Gemma put her notebook into her grocery bag and stretched. “Done!”

As she descended the building, she saw a few elderly citizens hanging out with their grandchildren.

“Gemma, did you manage to collect the rent today?” One of them asked.

“Yes, I did.”

The senior group gasped. “Wow, what a miracle.”

“Right?” Gemma nodded enthusiastically. Noticing the gum she had been chewing had run out of flavor, she spat it out, and it magically landed in a garbage can.

“Hot damn.” Gemma was bewildered.

Due to the sweetness of the chewing gum, Gemma wanted to get some water. She then entered a convenience store.

“Got your rent?” The shopkeeper asked.

“Mhm.”

As water sloshed down Gemma’s throat, she looked at the bottle cap. Its message made her cough out the water she consumed.

“Please don’t tell me it says ‘Get one bottle for free’,” said the shopkeeper anxiously.

“No…”

“Thank goodness!” The shopkeeper was relieved. “For the past few days, your luck was so insane that you always got another bottle for free.”

Gemma smiled apologetically before showing the shopkeeper the bottle cap. “It says ‘Get 10 bottles for free’.”

The shopkeeper snatched the cap from Gemma’s hand and peered at it. Gemma was right. It said “Get 10 bottles for free”.