NFBE Why didn't you say "Chapter 83"? Actually, I didn't know you were Zhuoye.
Why didn't you say "Chapter 83"? Actually, I didn't know you were Zhuoye.
The assistant reluctantly pressed the function to clear the bullet comments, and the comment section was instantly cleaned up.
However, after a moment of stunned silence, the audience erupted in celebration.
[What do you call this? A slip of the tongue revealed his true identity, hahaha!]
[I thought Zhuoye might be a big shot, but I didn't expect it to be the real Zhuoye himself!]
[True big shots always use the most down-to-earth methods to win over their wives. So, is the reason the big shot sends flowers because his wife won't allow it, or to prevent middlemen from making a profit?]
This world has gone mad. Wasn't he supposed to never touch the internet and focus solely on his career? Who would have thought…
Tan Wenbo frantically winked at Yan Zhuoyu's agent. What's going on? Is it for real?
A live stream has revealed a huge scandal. Should we just treat it as an emergency and end the live stream immediately?
Qiao Xinyun was already numb; she dared not go against President Pei.
Despite the fear, my hand involuntarily dialed the public relations department's number, preparing for an emergency.
While everyone else was filled with anxiety, only the village chief and his group were all smiles as they watched the soaring sales of their goods.
Li Xumin enthusiastically promoted the product: "Everyone, take a look at this mushroom packet. Adding a little to chicken soup will make the broth incredibly delicious, suitable for both adults and children."
Netizens were amused and didn't buy it: "Stop selling, buddy, your first crush is over."
Just as Qiao Xinyun was preparing to activate the emergency public relations plan, Zhuo Ye sent another comment.
[Zhuo Ye: Everyone misunderstood. The colon I used earlier was a quote from Pei Weijin. The "I" referred to Pei Weijin.]
As soon as this message was posted, the comment section fell silent instantly, and the latest comment remained on this post.
The assistant scratched his head. He hadn't cleared the screen, so why did it suddenly become so quiet?
Qiao Xinyun patted her chest and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Tan Wenbo: "..." How did he get led astray by those netizens? They actually believed such nonsense. They're really going backwards as they get older.
Fan Wenran: "~~" I see through it but won't say it, hehe.
Netizen: [Oh, I knew it! There's no way that person would be so bored as to send virtual flowers during a live stream. They could make hundreds of millions with that kind of time.]
[Slapped in the face, huh? Hahaha, what are you trying to piggyback on? I admit Sister Yan has a little money, but she's definitely not in the same league as that person.]
Alright, CP fans can keep their fantasies to themselves. Don't actually cause trouble for Yan Zhuoyu; that guy's actions are no joke—being blacklisted or banned would be the least of their worries.
[That's enough, it's pointless.]
[Now that you've had your fill of watching and listening, it's time to get some sleep!]
……
The person involved had no idea how dazzling and alluring the online world was, nor did they know that someone had almost stirred up a bloody storm.
Yan Zhuoyu stood outside the gate, a cool breeze blowing on her body, the soft ice silk fabric carrying a frosty feel, making her feel chilly.
She opened the chat interface of "[187cm tall, stoic, abs-loving guy]", rubbed her temples with a headache, and quickly typed on the keyboard to send a message.
Sending a single red flower to show your support is enough, why are you sending them repeatedly?
[Giving away a free flower requires watching a 30-second ad. Since the show started, there have been over half an hour of ads in total. Why not do something else with that time? Your time is very valuable.]
Pei Weijin's attitude in admitting his mistake was very sincere, and he replied instantly: "But in my opinion, as long as it's something related to you, it's not a waste of time."
However, my wife's lesson was that I immediately had Secretary Meng contact the live-streaming platform to cancel the rule requiring viewers to watch ads while sending virtual flowers.
Yan Zhuoyu gripped her phone tightly without realizing it, her knuckles turning slightly white. Her expression was complicated, and her mind went blank for a moment.
Was that what she just meant?
Before I could even think it through, the guy with the abs sent me another message, just like a good boy.
How did my wife know I'd been sending her little red flowers?
Yan Zhuoyu couldn't help but smile, unable to suppress her desire to uncover the truth.
【Yeah, how would I know, Zhu Ye~】
She also posted a meme of a little fox dancing.
The screen lit up, and the fiery red little fox seemed to come alive, swishing its fluffy tail and staring triumphantly at Pei Weijin, every dance move of which was exceptionally smooth.
Even through the screen, Pei Weijin could feel how self-deceiving his actions were.
Pei Weijin tactfully tried to salvage the situation: "You've mistaken him for someone else. That's a friend of a friend. Um, I'm not particularly close to him."
Yan Zhuoyu didn't say anything, but sent another emoji, perfectly expressing her feelings.
The picture shows three white wolves. The white wolf in the middle looks speechless and aggrieved, while the two white wolves on the left and right are surrounding it with their mouths open, laughing rudely.
Although not a single word was said, it felt like everything was said.
After sending the emoji, Pei Weijin didn't reply for a long time, and Yan Zhuoyu frowned.
Did she make someone faint from anger?
Yan Zhuoyu generously withdrew her emoji and gently comforted her: "Why aren't you saying anything? Actually, I didn't know you were Zhuoye."
She thought for a moment and added two more words: "Really."
Pei Weijin finally replied: 【The cooldown for the little red flower just ended, I'm going to watch an ad.】
As it turned out, Yan Zhuoyu was overthinking things.
She felt both angry and amused, experiencing a strange, inexplicable sense of déjà vu.
What kind of domineering CEO is this? He's both eccentric and serious. She's never seen anything like it before.
[Alright, Mr. Pei, you should get some sleep. We can't disrupt your healthy sleep schedule. I can't be away for too long, I need to go back and continue business.]
Pei Weijin sent a nodding puppy emoji.
[Take a rest early after you finish your work. I have a partner who's very interested in your crew's live streams, especially the agricultural support segments, and is planning to develop a rural tourism project in Xin Nanshan. If all goes well, I'll accompany him to check it out in a few days.]
Yan Zhuoyu's first thought was, could Pei Weijin's business partner be him? Or maybe someone with the surname Fu or Huo?
She replied with a "1", indicating that she had read it.
However, on second thought, Pei Weijin is such a busy person, he might just be saying this casually, and by the time he actually arrives, I might have already finished filming and left.
When I returned, the live stream was nearing its end.
After Yan Zhuoyu and her colleagues said a few closing remarks, the live broadcast tonight came to a successful end.
The village chief, his face full of gratitude, bowed deeply to the director and his entourage: "Thank you so much, teachers. If it weren't for your help, all our peaches would have rotted on the ground."
The director laughed heartily and waved his hand, saying, "Don't mention it, it's a win-win situation for everyone. We've borrowed your venue, which has caused you a lot of trouble."
As soon as the group came out of the village chief's office, Fan Wenran took out his phone and complained, "No way, this internet is terrible. The signal dropped to two bars as soon as the live stream ended. It takes forever to watch a video."
“Who says otherwise?” a young actor chimed in. “I have internet access back home, but the signal here is so bad. It’s just as bad as when the school used to have a signal jammer.”
Tan Wenbo joked with a smile, "Then let's rest early, start work early tomorrow, and finish work early. Let's treat this as a chance to cultivate our minds and bodies in this deep mountain forest."