Upon hearing the name Lin Haoran, Lin An felt a throbbing pain in his temples, and a flood of questions rushed through his mind. He desperately wanted to know where his grandfather was buried.
Lin An frowned, rubbing his temples, and asked, "Can you hear what they're talking about?"
"I'm afraid that won't work. Lin Haoran moved Yang Li to a single room as soon as he arrived, so there's no chance for him to go into the new room to set up equipment. The people in the studio can only try to eavesdrop at the door now."
"Okay, let me know if you hear anything."
Seeing Lin An's pale face, Xu Mo asked worriedly, "How do you plan to investigate your grandfather's matter?"
"I have arranged to meet with Butler Li tomorrow to learn more about my grandfather from him."
"Yes, he's been in the Lin family for so many years, he definitely knows more than you do."
"Yes, but my grandfather's funeral will definitely be organized by Lin Haoran and Zhang Wanru. I guess only the two of them know the specific details," Lin An said with a sigh.
"So, are you going to go find those two and ask them what's going on?"
"Let's talk about it after I've met Steward Li." Lin An felt uncomfortable just thinking about his parents, and he definitely wouldn't go to see them unless absolutely necessary.
He turned to look out the window, and the atmosphere inside the car became tense as the topic came up.
Xu Mo understood his resentment towards the Lin family and also understood his affection for his grandfather, which was almost the only source of comfort he could grasp in his life.
Xu Mo changed the subject: "Have you seen the streamer resumes I sent you? They are all potential streamers that I selected. If you think they are suitable, I will sign them all."
Lin An took out his phone and looked through the streamer resumes Xu Mo had sent him. Seeing the screen full of long legs, bulbous eyes, and pointed chins, he showed a look of disgust.
"This is the one you chose?" Lin An couldn't help but ask back.
“Yes, not bad, right? These female anchors are already quite famous, some even have their own fan clubs, they’re sure to become hugely popular in the future,” Xu Mo said firmly.
Lin An felt his temples throbbing even more, but considering that fake faces were indeed very popular these days, and that Xu Mo could treat Lin Xia as a goddess, how good could his taste be?
Lin An said to Xu Mo earnestly, "You should broaden your perspective. We should value talent more than appearance."
Xu Mo was a little confused. Being an internet celebrity isn't just about being good-looking: "What talent?"
“For example, I see a young blogger who promotes traditional Chinese culture. She has a lot of potential. Her name is Li Ziqi. I see that her videos are currently location-based, not filmed from the side. She probably doesn’t have a team. You should try to sign her.”
Lin An knew that she was someone who could become famous all over the world and achieve true cultural export. If he could sign her, he could make huge concessions in the contract.
"Is promoting traditional culture acceptable to a large audience? Is it feasible?"
"It will definitely work; everyone in the country will love watching it."
"Okay." Xu Mo had never seen this type of internet celebrity before, but Lin An could even strike people with lightning, so what couldn't he do? He would just trust him.
Lin An continued, "There's also a blogger who's both beautiful and talented, and very funny. Her name is Barbie-chan. You should try to sign her too."
"Uh-huh."
"I've also looked at those influencers who promote products, they're too skinny."
Xu Mo asked with a puzzled look, "Aren't we planning to sell women's clothing? Women's clothing models definitely need to be thin to look good."
"They look good, but customers can't be as thin as the models, weighing only 70 or 80 pounds. They buy them because they look good on the models, but they don't feel the same way on themselves. They can only return them. Out of ten items sold, eight are returned. We don't even make enough to cover the shipping costs."
Xu Mo suddenly realized: "I hadn't thought of that."
“Choosing models who are too thin is a form of deception for customers. We choose models with normal body types. Besides, do you really think being that thin is attractive?”
When Xu Mo heard Lin An ask this question, as if possessed, Lin Xia's delicate face appeared in his mind. Her slightly chubby face was pretty and cute. He suddenly realized that he was thinking of someone and wanted to slap himself. He stepped on the gas pedal.
Lin An felt the car suddenly accelerate and saw Xu Mo's expression change repeatedly, so he quickly asked:
"What's wrong with you? Drive carefully, safety comes first."
"It's nothing. I also think being too thin is unattractive. Girls look better with a little bit of meat on their bones. I don't know why they keep arguing about losing weight."
"Those fashion magazines, the ones the designers promote, they just don't understand that the men who run magazines and design women's clothing don't actually like women at all," Lin An lamented.
Xu Mo thought what he said made a lot of sense, and then expanded on the idea: "The women's clothing on the market now is mostly on the slim side, could we try plus-size women's clothing?"
"That's a great idea, absolutely feasible!"
Lin An couldn't help but admire Xu Mo in his heart; he was indeed a shrewd businessman who had come up with the concept of plus-size women's clothing in this year.
The two were having a heated discussion about their future business plans.
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Inside Jiren Hospital, Yang Li was moved to a high-end single room.
She finally met her long-lost lover Lin Haoran and son Lin Zhe.
Because she was struck by lightning, her once-proud snow-white skin became dark and rough, and her seaweed-like black hair turned into a clump of charred hair.
Yang Li, in a strained voice, expressed her longing to Lin Haoran:
"Haoran, you've finally come to see me! Waaah, life has been so hard without you..."
Lin Haoran looked disgusted. He could hardly recognize the person in front of him as Yang Li, the delicate and beautiful woman he used to hold in his arms. The sweet voice that once made his heart itch was now coming from the mouth of such an ugly woman, making his scalp tingle.
Seeing Lin Haoran frowning and not speaking, Yang Li propped herself up on her hands and sat up from the hospital bed: "Haoran, what's wrong?"
The dark figure moved closer to him, and Lin Zhe, afraid that she would touch him, retreated to the foot of the bed.
Lin Haoran, afraid that Yang Li would come and pull him away, hurriedly said:
"I'm fine, you can lie down. Why did you call us here in such a dramatic way? What do you want to say? Speak up."
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