Chen Dajie sat in his office, his eyes wide as he watched CEO Ma acting like a sycophant in the live stream. He couldn't believe it.
CEO Ma had changed.
He had truly changed.
He had become someone who scolded people on a whim and learned to be a sycophant.
"Mr. Chen, you have a meeting to attend shortly," his secretary said softly as she entered.
"Cancel it. I'm not free today," Chen Dajie waved his hand, refusing.
He was watching the live stream and had no intention of attending a meeting.
The secretary glanced at Chen Dajie in surprise and quietly withdrew.
Xia Lin was amused by Xiaoma's words. She thought there were all sorts of netizens. This Xiaoma looked like a nouveau riche, someone who didn't care about money.
She was willing to sell her calligraphy for 20 million, but he insisted on paying 30 million and wouldn't let her lower the price.
Xia Lin had never encountered such a peculiar request before.
"Netizen Xiaoma, are you really willing to pay 30 million for it?" Xia Lin called out in the live stream.
Xiaoma: "Absolutely true, truer than pearls."
Xiaoma: "Lin'er, I've sent you a private message. Add me on WeChat so I can pay you."
Xia Lin then opened her private messages and started chatting with Xiaoma, sending him her WeChat ID.
Xiaoma quickly added Xia Lin.
After a brief exchange, Xiaoma urged Xia Lin to send him her bank card.
As soon as Xia Lin sent her bank card, she immediately received a transfer of 30 million. Xia Lin was stunned for a moment and sent a WeChat message:
"Uncle Xiaoma, why did you transfer 30 million directly? You haven't even seen the calligraphy yet."
No one would pay the full amount upfront for a private purchase, especially such a large sum of 30 million.
Qie'e Ma replied: "Lin'er, Uncle Xiaoma trusts you. I'll fly to Modu tomorrow to pick it up."
Xia Lin: "How about I mail it to you?"
Xiaoma: "That won't do. Such a valuable item cannot be entrusted to express delivery. I'll come to pick it up myself."
Xia Lin thought about it and agreed. This was an item worth 30 million; express delivery was indeed not reassuring.
Xia Lin: "Alright, Uncle Xiaoma, see you tomorrow."
After putting down her phone, Xia Lin continued to stream for a while before going offline.
Initially, everyone had suggested seeing Xia Feng, but Xia Lin had refused.
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In a high-end villa in Modu.
"Brother, tell me," Qin Wen said, pulling Qin Dou's arm and shaking it incessantly.
After encountering Xia Feng outside the Holiday Dynasty Hotel last time, she had become full of curiosity about him, especially after Qin Guomin's warning.
"My dear aunt, I'm not your brother, you are my aunt, alright? I really can't say." Qin Dou looked miserable.
He had been pestered by Qin Wen all day, and she even demanded that he take her to meet Xia Feng.
"Do I have that ability?"
"If I had that ability, what else would I need to say?"
"What is there to not say? I think you just don't want to. Are you going to die if you say it?" Qin Wen was relentless.
"Today, I'm sticking with you, Qin Dou. If you don't say it, fine. I'll follow you around every day. Let's see what you do."
Qin Dou: "..."
Qin Dou was speechless. He lay on the sofa, covering his face with a pillow, not wanting to see the annoying girl Qin Wen anymore.
Ding...
Qin Dou's phone rang. He reached into his pocket and took out his phone.
It was a group message from the "Lin'er Fan Club."
Guomin Xiaowang had specially created a WeChat group and added Lin'er and Qin Dou for future chats.
Lin'er: "Dear two young masters, can you book a private room at the Holiday Dynasty for me tomorrow? I'm treating someone to a meal."
After reading the message, Qin Dou sat up straight instantly and replied:
Qin Dou: "Lin'er, leave this to me. How many people?"
Lin'er: "I don't know. A medium-sized private room should be enough. Do you guys have time? Are you coming too?"
Guomin Xiaowang: "Ready at any time."
Qin Dou: "We have plenty of time."
Lin'er: "Great, see you tomorrow."
Guomin Xiaowang: "I'll pick you up tomorrow."
Before Qin Dou could finish typing his message about picking her up, Guomin Xiaowang had already beaten him to it.
"This scoundrel Xiaowang, he's truly despicable," Qin Dou threw down his phone and cursed.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Qin Wen asked curiously.
"Nothing, nothing," Qin Dou waved his hand quickly.
Qin Wen stopped talking, glanced at Qin Dou with shrewd eyes, and smiled slightly.
The next morning, Guomin Xiaowang went to pick up Xia Lin. Xia Lin brought the calligraphy and painting bought by Xiaoma and asked Guomin Xiaowang to go to the airport to pick up a netizen first.
Guomin Xiaowang felt a bit envious upon hearing this. What kind of netizen was it that even Xia Lin had to personally pick them up at the airport?
When Guomin Xiaowang and Xia Lin saw Xiaoma in person, their eyes widened.
"Xiaoma?"
"Qie'e Ma?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"Uncle Ma, how could it be you?" Guomin Xiaowang asked, shocked.
"Xiaowang, you're here too." Then Qie'e Ma greeted Xia Lin with a smile: "Lin'er, I didn't expect you to pick me up. I'll go with you then."
"Mr. Ma, I didn't expect it was you," Xia Lin was still in shock.
Qie'e Ma was a true tycoon. He came to Modu in person for a piece of calligraphy?
"Stop calling me Mr. Ma, it sounds too formal. Just call me Uncle Ma like Xiaowang," Qie'e Ma said with a smile.
Meanwhile, Guomin Xiaowang looked thoughtful, observing Qie'e Ma's expression. This was exactly the same as before.
"Hello, Uncle Ma," Xia Lin said, feeling somewhat flattered.
"Ay, good, good, good. Lin'er, you are even more beautiful than you appear on camera. Whoever marries you in the future will truly have accumulated virtue over generations," Qie'e Ma praised Xia Lin.
"Uncle Ma, you flatter me," Xia Lin's face turned slightly red, feeling a little embarrassed.
Xia Lin rarely wore makeup and didn't use beauty filters during her live streams. She had a naturally stunning appearance, which was why her fans liked her so much.
Who wouldn't like seeing a real beauty?
Recently, too many female streamers relied on makeup and beauty filters to deceive people. They might look like demure ladies on camera, but in reality, they could be in their late thirties.
Moreover, the Qiao Bilian incident had made many netizens completely disillusioned with them.
To think that the goddess they tipped every day, whom they called "dear, dear" incessantly, would spend 4500 out of their 5000 monthly salary just to hear Qiao Bangzhu shout "Old Iron, 666."
Upon learning that their goddess had turned into an aunt, many had wished they could just die.
A single live stream had two major magic arts: makeup and beauty filters.
It was too difficult, and distinguishing the truth from falsehood was hard.
After getting into the car, they headed directly towards the hotel.
Qin Dou had already arrived at the entrance of the Holiday Dynasty Hotel, waiting for Xia Lin outside.
Suddenly, someone patted him on the back. Qin Dou turned around and saw Qin Wen.
"Why are you here?" Qin Dou asked, feeling speechless.
"Hehe... Brother, I knew you were acting strange yesterday. Did you make plans with that person?" Qin Wen asked with a smug smile.
"Don't cause trouble. Hurry back. It's not him, he hasn't arrived," Qin Dou reprimanded.
"I won't. If you don't tell me, I'll just follow you," Qin Wen shook her head, her attitude very firm.
"I..."
Just as Qin Dou was about to shoo Qin Wen away, Guomin Xiaowang's car drove over.
Qin Dou ran over and quickly opened the car door. The first person to get out was Qie'e Ma.
"Uncle Ma? Why are you here?" Qin Dou asked in surprise.
"Xiaolin, can't I come?" Qie'e Ma retorted.
It was then that Qin Dou realized that the person Lin'er had invited to dinner was Mr. Ma.
Then Xia Lin also got out of the car, and they exchanged greetings.
Qin Wen, standing beside them, was dumbfounded. She had seen Lin'er before; she was with that man last time, and she was his sister.
Who was this man?
Why did even a big shot like Mr. Ma come specifically to have dinner with his sister?