Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Xu Sao's sudden move had everyone laughing out loud.

Even Xu Xu Bao Bao was speechless, covering his face in exasperation. "Can you at least be a little reserved? You don't act like a mom at all."

"Is that any of your business? I asked you to get me Ming God's autograph several times, and you never did! Why can't I ask for it myself? Just so you know, I'm going to the Carnival too, and I'll be watching you the whole time—don't even think about flirting with any girls!"

Xu Sao shot back sharply, leaving Xu Xu Bao Bao completely speechless.

The viewers, on the other hand, were laughing uncontrollably. It was clear who *really* held the power in the household…

"Uh… Ming God, when we meet in Wuhan, can you sign an autograph and take a picture with my wife? She's been obsessed with your songs lately, and she's been binge-watching your streams the past couple of days," Xu Xu Bao Bao said, standing up for his wife.

"Of course, no problem. See you in Wuhan," Jiang Siming replied with a smile before exiting Xu Xu Bao Bao's stream and YY chat.

If he stayed any longer, he might end up being blamed for instigating a fight between the couple.

Back in his own stream, Jiang Siming started a poll on the Fish Bar platform.

"For those planning to attend the Carnival, sign up here so I can get an idea of how many people to prepare for."

As soon as the poll went up, the response was overwhelming—fans flooded in like a swarm of bees, voting in droves.

In no time, over 20,000 people had signed up.

Jiang Siming was shocked by the number, but he knew that this was just an initial poll—just because people *wanted* to go didn't mean they'd all actually make it.

Still, at least a third of them seemed serious about attending.

Many fans even posted screenshots of their newly booked flights, train tickets, and hotel reservations—proving they were really coming.

Jiang Siming did a rough count—there were already over 6,000 confirmed attendees, and the number kept climbing.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to call Sun Youcai.

"Is there a hotel near Wuhan Jiangtan that can accommodate over 10,000 people?" Jiang Siming's question made Sun Youcai's whole body tense up.

"Over 10,000? That's impossible. For that many people, you'd have to set up tables outdoors. There happens to be a large undeveloped open space near Jiangtan. If you want, I can contact some hotels to prepare the food and seating, but the cost will be at least a million."

"No problem. Get it done. Make sure I get that space," Jiang Siming decided instantly.

"You really want to plan for 10,000 people?" Sun Youcai asked again, concerned.

If they planned for that many and fewer people showed up, Jiang Siming would be in an awkward situation.

"Actually… never mind."

Sun Youcai let out a relieved sigh. It seemed that Ming God wasn't the type to waste money just for appearances.

"Make it for 15,000 people instead."

Sun Youcai almost choked. *Fifteen thousand?!*

That was on the scale of a major concert—most top-tier singers barely drew that many people!

"Are you sure?"

"Yep, go ahead with that number. And make sure the restaurant is high-quality—I want each table to cost at least 3,000 yuan."

Fifteen thousand people meant at least 1,000 tables.

At 3,000 yuan per table, that was a minimum of three million, not including venue costs, hotel commissions, and service fees.

In total, this dinner alone would cost at least four million.

Four million for a single meal.

Sun Youcai had to admit—this level of extravagance was beyond anything he had ever seen.

Still, he agreed to handle it and promised to make all the necessary arrangements.

After all, Jiang Siming wasn't just a top streamer—he was also a shareholder in Douyu.

And Sun Youcai? He was just a department head. Technically speaking, Jiang Siming was *his* boss.

Even if Jiang Siming weren't a shareholder, Sun Youcai wouldn't dare disobey him—his connections with Director Zhao ran deep.

After making all the arrangements, Jiang Siming was finally able to relax and enjoy his game.

However, many viewers were no longer focused on the game—they were all busy discussing the upcoming Carnival.

"Damn, all the hotels near Jiangtan are fully booked! I checked this afternoon, and there were still plenty of rooms available. Are you guys demons?!"

"It's not just the hotels near Jiangtan—hotels within a 20-kilometer radius are almost full! Even budget chains like Home Inn and 7 Days Inn are completely booked."

"This year's Jiangtan Carnival is going to be way bigger than usual. Ming Shen alone is bringing over ten thousand fans!"

"Haha, I'm a Wuhan local. I'm renting out my homestay—three vacant rooms, 500 yuan per night. First come, first served!"

"Bro, I'll take one!"

"Dude, save me a room! Send me some pictures of your place—if everything looks good, I'll pay a deposit right now."

...

After playing for a few hours, Jiang Siming had terrible luck with item drops. He barely managed to collect all the fragments for the driver's license skill and only got two useless luxury item fragments.

Disappointed, he ended his stream.

There was still a week left before the elimination round, which meant enduring another week of miserable drop rates.

*Sigh~*

Once this world tournament was over, he definitely needed to talk to Bluehole again. They should add more competitions—otherwise, he'd be stuck with nothing to play.

Not long after he ended his stream, Sun Youcai called him with an update.

The venue rental cost 200,000 yuan.

He had to hire three major restaurants—one alone wouldn't be enough to handle the event.

With ingredients, processing fees, commissions, and labor costs combined, the total came to 4 million yuan.

Without hesitation, Jiang Siming transferred the full 4 million to Sun Youcai and instructed him to ensure the gathering went smoothly.

Sun Youcai pounded his chest in reassurance—he even checked the weather forecast to make sure there would be no rain.

With that settled, Jiang Siming felt at ease.

He hung up the phone and began fiddling with the huge stack of driver's licenses in his hands.

A1, A2, B1, B2… he had them all—even a tractor-driving license.

As long as it wasn't a military tank, he could now drive anything with four wheels on land.

While the *I Am a Singer* production team hadn't contacted him yet, the NBA had already reached out.

As soon as the news of Cai Xukun's ban spread, the NBA immediately cut ties with him.

Why had they invited him in the first place? Why had they chosen someone like him?

It obviously wasn't because of his basketball skills.

Expanding into the Chinese market and reaching a broader audience had always been a key priority for the NBA in China.

Collaborating with Cai Xukun was a strategic move to boost the NBA's popularity among young female fans.

Male basketball fans were displeased, but since they were highly loyal to the sport, the backlash didn't have much impact.

In a way, this segment of fans had been "sacrificed" for the greater market.

However, the NBA soon realized that Cai Xukun wasn't as influential as they had thought.

Since making him a brand ambassador, their gains were minimal, while negative feedback kept pouring in.

After further investigation, they discovered that Cai Xukun's popularity was entirely manufactured—his real fanbase wasn't even on par with a second-tier celebrity.

Now that he was officially banned, the NBA didn't hesitate to sever ties and look for a new representative.

After conducting a thorough market analysis, their attention turned to Jiang Siming.