“Village chief, there are people in your village who do short video operations, aren’t there?”
After turning her head and smiling at the village chief, Shui Jing took the lead and walked into the convenience store.
Wang Erya, who was still outside, nudged the village chief: "Village chief, who is this person? He looks so elegant, why is he wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket?"
The village chief frowned and slapped Wang Erya on the head: "Don't gossip. She's a big boss from Jincheng. Our village's rise depends on her."
After saying that, the village chief followed Shui Jing into the convenience store.
Wang Erya rubbed her head, pouting with a wronged expression: "What big boss from Jincheng? When I was the top courtesan in Jincheng, didn't I see plenty of these kinds of bosses?"
Shui Jing, who had gone ahead, was immediately drawn to the store's modern layout as soon as she pushed open the slightly old wooden door.
The old wooden shelves are neatly arranged and filled with various vintage items.
Several slightly yellowed posters were pasted on the wall, all featuring products and events unique to that era.
On the counter opposite, there was an old-fashioned television set, and you could almost hear the sound of it.
"Oh, your videos must be very interesting."
Shui Jing's face showed a keen interest as she sincerely praised Wang Erya.
Although she was also born in the 1990s and had not experienced life in that era, the strong 1980s atmosphere permeating the small shop in front of her seemed to transport her back to the past, allowing her to relive life in that era.
"Hehe, you can check out our Er Ya Convenience Store."
Upon hearing Wang Erya's words, Shui Jing immediately took out her phone and started searching. She then saw an account with only a dozen or so videos, created less than a month ago, yet boasting over two million followers. Her eyes widened in surprise.
As the president of the Shui family, Shui Jing's first action upon taking office was to vigorously develop the short video business. The Shui family's current reputation as the third most powerful family in Jincheng is largely attributed to this decision.
Therefore, Shui Jing is well aware that operating a short video account, without relying on paid traffic, requires a long period of creative output, and its difficulty is self-evident.
The Er Ya convenience store in front of her was clearly not a paid traffic source, but it was able to achieve such success in such a short period of time, which really surprised and delighted Shui Jing.
After watching the video for a while, Shui Jing smiled and couldn't help but look at the village chief: "Village chief, this is exactly what I want!"
Shui Jing also made a similar attempt, but she only sold some nostalgic snacks through live streaming, unlike "Er Ya's Little Shop" which created a persona through a simple storyline and then used that persona to monetize.
The account "Er Ya's General Store" practically gave Shui Jing a wake-up call.
"You're Er Ya, right? You're the one running this account?"
Looking at Wang Erya, Shui Jing also developed a fondness for her talent and even wanted to bring Wang Erya to her company.
"No, I don't have that ability. My brother did it all."
Wang Erya waved her hand, took out a bag of spicy strips from behind the counter, and continued speaking while tearing it open: "My younger brother is really amazing, do you want to talk to him?"
Seeing how much the village chief cared about this woman, Wang Erya knew that this woman was no ordinary person and might even give Mu Liuyun a bright future.
"Please, where is your brother?"
"No rush, I'll call him. Xiaoyun, come out and greet the customer!"
"Xiaoyun?"
Upon hearing the familiar name, Shui Jing paused for a moment before seeing a slender figure emerge from the inner room.
"What are you shouting for? What do you mean, 'come out and greet customers'? Honestly."
Mu Liuyun held an ear of corn in her hand, a stark contrast to Wang Erya, who was munching on spicy snacks. Upon seeing the person standing at the door, he gaped open: "The lady from the plane?"
He recognized the woman in front of him; she was the woman who had sat next to him on the plane to Beijing.
Although their clothes are different, you can still tell the difference by the sunglasses they're wearing.
Shui Jing looked somewhat surprised, then smiled again: "We meet again, Xiao Yun."
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In the Lin family villa area of Jincheng, outside Lin Yaodong's villa, Du Shang, who was covered in fat, stood under the sun, sweating profusely, looking anxious but not daring to look around, as if waiting for something.
Du Ziyan, who was beside him, also had his head down, but his expression was not so respectful; instead, he looked displeased.
Several more minutes later, Du Ziyan couldn't take it anymore: "Dad, he called us here, and then left us hanging like this! What does that mean?!"
Upon hearing this, Du Shang, who always doted on his son, grabbed Du Ziyan's head and forced him to bend over.
"Don't talk nonsense, or our entire Du family will die!"
Du Ziyan was startled by Du Shang's attitude, but he was still somewhat resentful. No matter how powerful the owner of this villa was, they shouldn't be treated like eunuchs waiting for the emperor. They were, after all, members of the Du family of Jincheng.
No matter how you looked at it, Du Shang remained respectful with his head down, not even daring to look around. Du Ziyan had no choice but to follow suit.
Another ten minutes or so later, just when Du Shang felt like all the fat on his body was about to be turned into oil residue from the sun, the villa's gate finally opened.
A figure wearing a woolen overcoat appeared behind the gate.
Upon seeing the figure, the sweat on Du Shang's forehead immediately turned into cold sweat. He recognized the man as Old Mo, a formidable general under Uncle Dong.
Old Mo didn't say anything, but simply nodded to Du Shang, indicating that they could go in, and then disappeared through the doorway again.
"Who is this guy? He looks really cool."
Du Shang quickly gestured for Du Ziyan to be quiet: "This is Lao Mo. He must have been the one who killed Liu Kun a few days ago."
"ah?"
Seeing that his son didn't believe him, Du Shang continued, "Don't worry about it. Just remember, once you're inside, be as obsequious as you can be. You'd better act like a eunuch."
Du Ziyan looked down at his private parts and a nervous expression appeared on his face.
'Dad dragged me here, are you planning to kill me?'
As Du Shang and Du Ziyan entered the villa, Du Ziyan was immediately drawn to the furnishings inside.
The interior wasn't luxurious, and the furniture wasn't expensive; it was all quite vintage. If it weren't for the modern exterior of the villa, Du Ziyan would have wondered if he'd stumbled into the former residence of a famous person.
After walking a few steps into the inner room, the two arrived at the living room, where an elderly man dressed in white was standing with his back to them, seemingly pouring tea.
Upon seeing the figure, Du Shang rushed forward, his face displaying an extremely ingratiating expression, and said, "Uncle Dong, did you call us?"
"I heard that you and that young man from the Gu family have designs on Mu Liuyun?"
Although Lin Yaodong didn't turn around, Du Shang still felt his whole body trembling: "Uncle Dong, what do you mean?"
"Your plan is ruined. That kid from the Gu family got arrested for trafficking in cultural relics."
"ah!"
Upon hearing this, Du Shang and Du Ziyan exchanged a glance, both seeing deep surprise in each other's eyes.
Originally, they planned to wait for Gu Nan to return from the Northeast, get help from the Shen family, and then deal with Mu Liuyun severely through adoption procedures and other matters. They would then use these procedures to ask the Chu and Shen families for benefits.
But now that Gu Nan is in jail, their plans will be much harder to carry out.
Taking the adoption papers directly to the Chu family is tantamount to courting death.
As he finished pouring the tea, Lin Yaodong turned around with a warm smile on his face, but his overall demeanor gave off a sinister feeling: "I can help you release him, but I need you to help me find someone."
Who is it?
"I hate Mu Liuyun so much that I wish he were dead."
Lin Yaodong said "die" but his face remained calm and indifferent.
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