The man was a little reluctant to accept this fact and said with difficulty, "Are you kidding?"
Jian Luo forwarded the call to him: "Wouldn't you know if you answered it yourself?"
…
That's true.
Under such pressure, the man hesitated for a moment before finally answering the phone. He tentatively asked, "Hello, Mr. Nie?"
Nie Yan responded, "Yes, I'm Nie Yan."
This sound!
The man's eyes widened. He had met Nie Yan once before and would never forget that voice!
How could it be, how could it really be Nie Yan? This shouldn't be possible, it's impossible, how could it really be Nie Yan? How did this human know Nie Yan? And wasn't Nie Yan the legendary businessman who valued value the most? What value could this human have?
"I heard you got a dirty shirt?" Nie Yan said, eager to make a quick decision. "Just tell me the name tag, and I'll have my secretary find it for you in the warehouse."
!!
The man panicked, "Mr. Nie, I'm Fang Licheng, the one who wanted to work with you last time. What clothes? Since they're all your friends, they're naturally my friends too. It's okay, it's nothing serious. Let's just forget about it."
Nie Yan tapped his fingertips on the table. He stretched out his words, "Oh? Is that so?"
Fang Licheng responded, "Yes, yes, of course that's the case."
"But Luoluo said it wasn't like that." Nie Yan raised an eyebrow. "Don't force yourself. I'll have someone send the clothes to you."
Fang Licheng's forehead was covered with sweat: "This is all a misunderstanding."
Nie Yan is an old fox in the business world, how could he not understand the logic behind this? He could still do it to vent Jian Luo's anger.
"Boss Fang, why are you telling me it's a misunderstanding? I wasn't the one who caused the accident with you." Nie Yan said, "Talk to Luo Luo and we can talk after we've resolved it."
Fang Licheng quickly said, "Okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Nie!"
The communication was disconnected.
Jian Luo and Jian Sheng stood aside, both of them waiting for the call to end so that they could discuss compensation. Because the call was with Fang Licheng, Jian Luo didn't actually hear the conversation between Nie Yan and Fang Licheng.
After the message ended, Jian Luo asked him, "What did the boss say?"
Fang Licheng's attitude changed drastically. He approached Jian Luo with some courtesy and said, "Mr. Jian, I was blind to your true worth. I didn't realize your relationship with Mr. Nie. You don't have to pay for the clothes. Let's just be friends."
?
Jian Luo was puzzled, but thought that maybe his boss helped him solve the problem. However, his brother was indeed the responsible party in this matter. He just wanted to solve the problem properly and did not want to blackmail others for their clothes.
"I just checked online and the market price of your dress is three million." Jian Luo said, "Give me the payment code and I'll scan it for you."
Three million is not a small amount.
Jian Luo’s live broadcast income for half a year added up to just over three million.
Jian Sheng looked up at him in shock: "Brother..."
"If we do something wrong, we must take responsibility." Jian Luo patted his shoulder: "A man should be responsible."
Fang Licheng was a little surprised: "You want to pay compensation?"
Jian Luo nodded and reached out to ask him for it: "But I need you to provide the invoice you purchased at that time, I need to reconcile the account."
He also needs to be more cautious. When he was a host before, he had encountered many kinds of scammers, so this time he asked for these things just out of habit.
However, what Jian Luo didn't expect was that Fang Licheng actually showed a suspicious guilty look on his face: "I threw it away a long time ago. I asked someone to buy it for me. Why would you still keep it?"
Jian Luo was stunned: "I saw on the official website that there must be an invoice, and it's electronic. If you throw it away, just contact customer service to get it again."
Fang Licheng said casually: "I told you don't have to pay for it, and I'm too lazy to get an invoice!"
“…”
Jian Luo suddenly felt a little speechless.
"Really?" Jian Luo compromised and said, "Or you can send the clothes over later and we can see if we can wash them."
More and more people gathered around.
A woman came up and said, "No need, Mr. Jian. I've just been watching for a while. This dress is Luke's limited edition summer edition, and I happen to be in the clothing industry. This kind of dress comes with a one-year warranty and special cleaning service to prevent it from getting dirty. So you don't need to help with the cleaning. Instead, Mr. Fang, you're being so aggressive and insisting on a new one..."
The woman scoffed. "Did the salesperson not tell you it was washable when they sold it to you? Or did you not buy the genuine product through a legitimate channel?"
Fang Licheng had been aggressive just now, but now he felt inexplicably guilty: "Of course I know."
"You just said you bought it from a friend, not from the store." The woman smiled and said, "I happen to know Luke's sales manager. Can I help you get in touch with him?"
Fang Licheng's expression changed, and he interrupted loudly: "No need!"
The woman stared at him with wide eyes of curiosity, her eyes somewhat puzzled. Combined with Fang Licheng's behavior, not only Jian Luo, but also the people watching around her noticed something was wrong:
"You wouldn't buy fakes, would you?"
"Oh my god, I bought a fake and asked them to pay for the genuine product."
"How shameless."
"You're still trying to embarrass a human being. It's embarrassing for the Dark Star people."
"Whose student's parent is this?"
There was a constant stream of chatter. Fang Licheng was a man who cared deeply about his reputation, but who would have thought that he would be exposed in public? Even his daughter, who had just raised her head with a bit of pride, looked at him uncertainly: "Dad?"
Fang Licheng's back was covered in cold sweat. He felt very embarrassed. In fact, he only bought one piece at the beginning. He gave the real one to please Nie Yan, but he also liked it, so he bought a fake one to satisfy his vanity.
He had always wanted to cooperate with the companies under the Nie Group, but he had been rejected repeatedly during this period. He was in a bad mood today, and a human happened to bump into him, so he wanted to vent his anger, but he never expected to meet such a tough guy.
"I remembered something else." Fang Licheng wiped the sweat from his head and started to leave: "Mr. Jian, see you next time. I'll treat you to dinner next time."
Jian Luo: "Hey...you..."
Before he could finish his words, he was gone.
The Dark Star people who were watching around dispersed when they saw people leaving.
Jian Luo turned around and looked at the woman who was speaking, and extended her hand: "Thank you for speaking just now. I'm Jian Luo, and it's nice to meet you."
"You're welcome." The woman winked at him. "I'm your fan. I watch every one of your live broadcasts. I recognized it the moment you spoke just now."
Jian Luo was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there would be a day when he would be saved by his fans.
The woman added his contact information and smiled. "But I really do sell clothes. I'm Luck's sales manager. I knew what he was wearing was fake, so I'm speaking out for our brand."
Jian Luo nodded: "I see."
The two chatted for a while and then dispersed because they both had to go to the parent-teacher meeting. Jian Luo took Jian Sheng to find Su Lianghui, briefly explained what had happened, and then found the classroom where Jian Sheng was.
The classrooms in the Dark Star school were spacious and bright. In order to welcome parents, the seats were specially adjusted, and Jian Sheng's name was hung on the first row.
The class teacher, surnamed Wang, said, "Jian Sheng is our class monitor. He's studious and capable, and a promising young talent worth nurturing."
Su Liang couldn't help but ask, "Did our Shengsheng cause you any trouble?"
The head teacher shook his head: "Of course not, in fact, he is very obedient..."
Jian Luo didn't really pay much attention to the topics discussed by the parents and the class teacher. He was sitting on a chair to the side, chatting with Nie Yan.
Nie Yan said, "Is it your turn to attend the parents' meeting?"
Jian Luo replied, "I came here with my mother. It's good to come and listen. It's a good opportunity to know how my brother is doing in school. It's just practice. There will be parent-teacher conferences in the future. Boss, you'll have children in the future, won't you go?"
Come to think of it, it’s not certain. If you think from the perspective of the richest man, it’s really quite risky.
really.
Nie Yan replied, "For things like understanding the current situation, we can just ask the school to issue a report. Why waste time?"
“…”
Hardcore.
Jian Luo and Nie Yan talked at cross purposes for a while, and the parent-teacher meeting was finally about to begin. He had imagined that the meeting would be one where many parents would sit together, but what he never expected was that there were not many parents in the entire classroom.
Jian Luo turned his gaze to Jian Sheng.
Jian Sheng understood and leaned over to explain quietly, "Many Dark Star people donate their genes after they die. The children bred in the training center are basically raised by robot butlers, so many parent-teacher meetings are attended by the students themselves."
…
No wonder.
Jian Luo looked around and found that there were very few parents. There were about thirty or forty people in the classroom, and only a few of them were there, including him and Su Liang. The rest were all children, most of whom were about the same age as Jian Sheng, only about ten years old.
If this were on Earth, they would still be cared for by their parents. But now, it is inexplicably sad that these children are sitting on chairs by themselves to attend parent-teacher meetings. They don’t have parents, and when they go home, they face robots.
Jian Luo suddenly felt a little sad. He withdrew his gaze and forced himself not to look.
The homeroom teacher stood on the stage and cleared his throat. "Thank you all for attending the parents' meeting. Today we're going to summarize the semester. Of course, before that, let's play a little game. Each family should make a handicraft as a souvenir of this parents' meeting. Props are limited to paper, and the time limit is half an hour."
manual?
Jian Luo was quite familiar with this thing. After all, being a host required some talent.
The tool paper was handed out, and the teacher set a time and left. Jian Luo thought about it, and Jian Sheng next to him said, "Brother, let's use paper to make a potato!"
“…”
What the hell.
Jian Luo said: "It's so troublesome, wouldn't it be better to just fold paper?"
Even Su Liang had never heard of this novel concept. She asked, "Luoluo, what is origami?"
"Well... just fold the paper into some shapes you like." Jian Luo casually took out a long strip of paper and fiddled with it according to the steps in his memory. Finally, he folded a star and handed it to Su Liang and Jian Sheng to see: "This is it."
A little white star lies in the palm of your hand, so cute.
Jian Sheng opened his mouth and said, "It's really nice. I want to learn it too."
"Okay, it's very simple." Seeing that Su Liang was also very interested, Jian Luo patiently taught them: "First, fold this corner in half, and then..."
In the entire classroom, they were the only three busy and lively people, with some laughter and joy:
"If you have enough stars, you can make a wish."
"Wow, I can't pinch it!"
"White is too boring, let's find some colored paper..."
The way the three of them got along was what an ordinary human family would do, that is, they would get together and chat and talk normally. However, slowly, Jian Luo discovered that there was an inexplicable feeling of oppression in the whole classroom. He looked up and found that many children were just doing their handicrafts silently with their heads down.
It is clearly a parent-child game, but most people seem very depressed. The few who have parents present have very awkward interactions, as if they are strangers.
This was also the first time Su Liang had seen this situation: "A Sheng, are the students in your class always like this?"
Jian Luo was also very curious.
"It's okay. I felt a little scared the first time too, but it's like this most of the time." Jian Sheng also felt the same way and said to Jian Luo, "Brother, I think most Dark Star people are very depressed."
Although human beings are always noisy, inferior to everything, and lacking everything, it feels very lively. When everyone gathers together and chatters, it feels very down to earth.
The Dark Star people are different. They lack nothing and have everything, but they feel very lifeless, and the vitality of the entire race seems to be slowly fading away.
It's as if——
This planet, where no new life has been born for thousands of years, is really coming to an end.
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