One had to admit.
Uncle Chen Juntail's ears perked up instantly upon hearing anything related to money.
A presale total of 14.7 million, with over 147 million transacted within minutes?
Turnover in the hundreds of millions, and in US dollars at that?
This was truly infuriating.
Compared to the overall sales figures of their platform, Bilibili, this was but a drop in the ocean.
But!
Chen Juntail couldn't stand seeing others make money without sharing a piece with him; it was even more unbearable than losing money himself.
"Hmm!"
"It seems this livestream room has quite a bit of potential!"
"But, according to Bilibili's rules, shouldn't a portion of the profit be submitted?"
"What, there's no such rule?"
"How polite of them. Using our platform, relying on our users, and earning money from them without giving us a cut."
"No, we must restrict their traffic, censor keywords, and limit their streaming hours..."
Indeed.
Money was Uncle Chen Juntail's lifeblood.
Seeing how his series of shrewd moves would once again force this Mech姬 (Mech Girl) livestream room to generate revenue for Bilibili.
Feeling self-satisfied and invigorated, Uncle Chen picked up his teacup, leaned back tactfully, and took a sip of tea.
As expected!
It still had to be him, Uncle Chen.
These useless people, why couldn't they learn to "pluck feathers from passing geese," generate revenue through multiple channels, find ways, and "shear the wool" ruthlessly?
Earning money, all of it had to be his idea to support these good-for-nothings.
Uncle Chen was weary!
Just as Uncle Chen was tactfully leaning back, gulping down water, and waiting for those higher-ups and directors to clap wildly, their faces filled with envy, exclaiming how brilliant Uncle Chen was.
Qian Cheng delivered a few more "divine finishing blows."
"According to our observations, Mech姬 seems to be selling military equipment..."
"Even though Huarong Industries repeatedly stated they are just a normal civilian toy company, a general from the Russian military procurement came to make a purchase..."
"A few months ago, a video of a Huarong Industries toy mech withstanding a concentrated missile barrage and replacing hundreds of billions in military equipment from Western countries even ignited the entire military fan community online..."
"Hailed by the Russian military procurement major general as the strongest combat mech and military robot on the planet..."
*Pfft.*
The tea Chen Juntail had just taken into his mouth was completely sprayed out.
Making the entire conference table a mess.
"Selling... selling... selling military equipment?"
"Are they tired of living?!"
"Quickly... quickly... quickly ban the account and silence them!"
Uncle Chen couldn't speak clearly, his mouth seemingly blocked by something strange.
Finally managing to recover, Uncle Chen unleashed a barrage of reprimands at Qian Cheng.
"Such a serious offense, why didn't you report it earlier!"
"Fortunately, no relevant departments have come knocking... By the way, have any relevant departments inquired?"
"Great Xia explicitly prohibits the sale of even firearms, and yet they are publicly selling combat mechs and military robots!"
"If this is pursued by the higher-ups, the penalty for Bilibili could be a fine of tens of billions, or even suspension of operations and a full network ban. Even I, your uncle, might be invited to wear a yellow vest, put on handcuffs, and eat from the state's table..."
If Chen Juntail weren't the executive director and founder, Qian Chen, who had inexplicably been scolded, would have cursed him out.
Damn it.
The specific details were all in the submitted report.
You, Director Chen, only cared about money, money, money, and didn't read the other content. Who could you blame?
However.
Higher rank trumps all.
After all, he still had to earn a living at Bilibili.
Qian Chen patiently replied.
"Indeed, relevant departments have inquired, otherwise we wouldn't have noticed this livestream room named Mech姬..."
What?
They weren't spared?
Were they still going to be invited to eat prison food, the entire Bilibili to be shut down, and even fined?
How much loss would that be?
Uncle Chen's hands were trembling.
He swallowed.
His face was pale, as if he had lost his parents.
"Which department was it..."
"The military, the Department of Homeland Security, the Ministry of Defense, the Cyberspace Administration, or some other department?"
Any of the departments listed above could crush Bilibili with ease.
Qian Cheng shook his head.
"It's strange, such a huge commotion didn't attract the attention of these key national security departments..."
"Instead, it was our partner, the Industrial Development Bank, that sent us a reminder letter..."
The Industrial Development Bank.
It was Bilibili's cooperative bank.
All fund flows, such as remittances and withdrawals, salary payments, and streamer and creator compensation disbursements, went through the Industrial Development Bank.
However.
Such a major incident was only met with a reminder letter from a single bank department?
You must know.
A reminder letter had no legal effect; it was merely a friendly reminder, a routine communication about potential risks.
Huh?
What was going on?
Although he couldn't figure out what was happening for a moment, hearing that they hadn't been targeted by relevant departments and incurred financial losses.
Uncle Chen's hanging heart finally relaxed.
As long as there were no fines, no compensation, and no confiscation of property, everything was fine, everything was fine!
"The bank discovered that a large amount of funds were flowing out of the Mech姬 livestream room, and instead of being deposited into a corporate account, they were flowing into private accounts..."
"Therefore, they sent a reminder letter to alert us..."
For the Mech姬 livestream room's financial transactions, which often amounted to tens of millions or even hundreds of millions.
Most streamers would choose to establish a company to operate.
After all, personal income tax was significantly higher than corporate tax.
In this regard, this was considered a kind reminder.
"Oh!"
"I see!"
"Never mind then."
With his mindset stabilized, Uncle Chen then solemnly signaled for the cleaning staff to wipe up the water stains on the conference table!
"However, this situation still needs to be dealt with as soon as possible!"
"Although we're not sure why the relevant functional departments haven't paid close attention and intervened in this matter, we need to take precautions."
"By the way, how much money is left in Mech姬's account that hasn't been cashed out?"
Qian Cheng glanced at the documents in his hand, too lazy to complain about Chen Juntail anymore. After all, in the report he submitted, all these aspects were clearly and explicitly marked.
"There's still over ten million that hasn't been cashed out!"
Oh?
Still over ten million?
For the company's vast cash flow, this small amount wasn't much.
However, if the livestream room was directly banned and these funds frozen, Uncle Chen could buy himself a not-so-small yacht.
Hmm.
Speaking of money.
Uncle Chen was still very excited.
"How about this, let's directly freeze and seal it. However, before that, we still need to follow the procedure, inform the streamer Mech姬 about the risks, and then according to our stipulated 10 working days, if she doesn't respond, directly transfer it back to the company account..."
"Also, this crisis can be seen as a public relations opportunity..."
"According to my requirements, carry out some related operations again..."
Uncle Chen's mind was racing, his eyes darting around.
It was clear that he was planning to make some extra money from this incident again!