radicalducati Chapter 113 Gu Nianxi's Family Affairs
Chapter 113 Gu Nianxi's Family Affairs
Someone started a separate thread about this, with a title that was very catchy.
Her fingers trembled as she opened the comment section of her video. The barrage of comments was neatly filled with "Ze Huai is the real deal," "a quack internet celebrity," and "envy and jealousy," with a few occasional comments like "Zhang Qianqian isn't bad looking, but she's too dirty-minded."
Cao Qihang looked at the comments in his office, his face ashen.
He had already reached an agreement with that young man surnamed Lin, but he insisted on bringing in Zhang Qianqian, who had 50,000 followers and only knew how to pose seductively, ruining the last bit of room for cooperation.
Now, not only has the ownership of the local specialty not been attributed to Zehuai, but the entire official account has been bombarded with criticism from netizens.
The atmosphere in the office was like a taut string. Wu Sizhe sat by the window, facing the silence of his colleagues and the occasional ambiguous glances. Finally, he pushed up his glasses and spoke.
His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself, yet as if he wanted to deliver every word steadily into someone else's ears: "Zhang Qianqian works for the Economic Development Office, and the Economic Development Office is responsible for this matter."
When Cao Qihang heard this, he almost cursed on the spot.
While Zehuai was struggling to quell public opinion, the leaders of Lanhu City were very pleased. Their official WeChat account published an article supporting Su Peixue, praising her as an outstanding young creator who "tells the story of Lanhu's craftsmanship through her lens."
Zhao Jin was the first investor to arrive from out of town. He called Qiao Zhenhai directly: "Director Qiao, how much more can you expand your lotus root starch production capacity? I want to integrate the entire industrial chain into my food processing plant, from deep processing of lotus root to packaging lotus root starch mochi, all in one go."
Zhao Jin is very smart. He is very optimistic about this path of helping farmers through short videos. He believes that rural revitalization is inevitable in the future, and the earlier the seeds are sown, the more likely they are to gain an advantage when policy dividends are released.
Qiao Zhenhai's voice was slightly choked up on the phone. Thanks to Su Peixue's promotion, Lanhu lotus root powder quickly gained popularity in the market.
Su Peixue's number of followers on Bilibili has exceeded one million.
The daily active users of Magic Book quietly surpassed 200,000, server bandwidth costs rose from 30,000 to 80,000 per month, the customer service department expanded from six part-time staff to twelve full-time staff, and He Biqiong's technical department kept a close eye on the backend concurrency count every day. Employee salaries plus part-time fees exceeded 300,000 per month.
Including subsidies, promotion, office space, and various miscellaneous expenses, Magic Book's monthly operating costs are approaching one million! The combined monthly income from the several beauty-related businesses we've partnered with, along with the profits from our Taobao store and scattered information flow businesses, is barely enough to break even.
Lin Ran leaned back on the sofa, staring at the laptop screen, his fingers slowly swiping through the background data on the touchpad.
The user growth curve continued to rise, but the cost curve also began to catch up with the revenue. As he pondered the next steps, a soft body pressed against his arm.
Su Peixue emerged from the bathroom after her shower, wearing a light purple silk robe casually tied around her waist. Her hair was still wet, dripping water, which slid down the back of her neck and into her collar.
She snuggled into Lin Ran's arms, her wet hair brushing against his chest.
"Zookeeper, blow your feathers!"
Lin Ran closed her laptop and put it aside. As she bent down to grab the hair dryer, her gaze involuntarily drifted over her slightly open collar.
The silk fabric, damp with water droplets, became translucent, clinging to his skin and outlining soft curves. He didn't dare look any longer, his fingers tightening as he plugged the hairdryer into the bedside socket.
Lin Ran held her wet hair in one hand, the hum of the hairdryer filling the quiet room.
A warm breeze passed through his fingers, through her hair, across her bare nape, and over the fine downy hair behind her ear.
Su Peixue gave a soft hum, her back tensed slightly, then slowly relaxed, and finally she went limp in his arms.
Lin Ran also had a voice in his heart that kept telling him not to look at what is improper, not to look at what is improper! He tried his best to fix his gaze on the few stray hairs sticking up on her head.
The warm air swirled around her hair, intensifying the scent of her shower gel. The collar of her silk robe rose and fell gently with her breath. He took a deep breath and continued to blow hot air into her hair.
Lin Ran held the sleeping Su Peixue in his arms, his fingers unconsciously tracing her name lightly on her back.
The data from Magic Book's backend is still lit up on the laptop screen, and user growth continues, but if it wants to reach the next level, it can't sustain itself for more than a few months at the current rate of burning money.
He stared at the small red dot on the smoke detector on the ceiling, thinking for a long time. He still had to accept the investment.
However, investors' qualifications must be carefully vetted. They cannot be capital that only wants to cash out, laymen who would criticize the content, or forces that have any connection with companies like Shengxing.
Just then, he felt a strange touch on his palm. Lin Ran froze. His hand had somehow slipped inside Su Peixue's pajamas...
He quickly tried to pull his hand away, but his wrist was grabbed. Su Peixue's hand had somehow gotten around to his wrist; the grip wasn't strong, but it was very firm.
Su Peixue closed her eyes, her eyelashes drooping, and her cherry lips slightly upturned.
Lin Ran took a deep breath. He didn't pull his hand outwards, nor did he reach inwards. He simply stopped there, not making any rash moves, and with his other hand pulled the blanket up to cover her shoulders, then closed his eyes.
Meanwhile, a heated argument broke out in a villa in Shanghai.
Gu Nianxi stood in the middle of the living room, her gray-blue pear-shaped hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders, her eyes red-rimmed.
Standing opposite her was her father, Gu Dingcheng, who was in his fifties and well-maintained, but his face was ashen at the moment.
Sitting on the sofa was her stepmother, Huang Qian, holding a little boy who was playing on a tablet; he was her half-brother, Gu Zhaoxu.
"Your Uncle Zheng's son is handsome and talented, a graduate of a prestigious university. It would be good for both families if you married him." Gu Dingcheng's voice was not loud, but every word was like a nail driven into her.
"I won't marry him." Gu Nianxi held back her tears. "Don't you know what kind of person he is? Everyone in the industry knows about his past."
Huang Qian sighed beside her, her tone carrying a soft but sarcastic tone: "Nianxi, you're in your mid-twenties, not married, not working, just staying at home sponging off your parents. No matter how big your father's fortune is, it can't withstand you living off his wealth like this."
"I didn't eat your food." Gu Nianxi didn't even look at her.
Huang Qian's eyes immediately reddened. She turned to Gu Dingcheng, her voice trembling, "I'm doing this for Nianxi's own good, but she can't say a word about it."
"Apologize to your Aunt Huang." Gu Dingcheng looked sternly at Gu Nianxi.