Chapter 72
Gu Jiangkuo: "It's not this reason..." It's not that he doesn't want to pursue her, but he doesn't dare to. At least now, there is a huge gap between him and Jiang Nuo.
Living under the same roof with that man, Gu Jiangkuo almost lost control many times. He couldn't help wanting to get close to him, hold his hand, tell him lots of sweet words, look after him 24 hours a day, hug him, and even possess him. Only Gu Jiangkuo himself knew how many dirty thoughts he had in his heart that he couldn't show on the surface. He was not as gentlemanly as he appeared to be.
But he felt that he was not worthy of Nuonuo.
"You really don't want to learn?" Jiang Xia said. "My love history dates back to my first year of junior high. I'm experienced, and there's no handsome guy I can't win over. If you miss this opportunity, you'll never get it again. It's your loss if you don't want to learn."
"Mr. Jiang! It's almost time to start debugging. Would you like to take a look?"
“Here I come!”
Jiang Xia immediately gave up teasing Gu Jiangkuo, responded and left, but suddenly heard Gu Jiangkuo calling her: "Miss Jiang!"
Jiang Xia: “?”
Gu Jiangkuo handed over his phone and said in a muffled voice, "Miss Jiang, how about we add each other on WeChat?"
Jiang Xia smiled like an auntie: "Okay, okay."
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It was Jiang Nuo’s first live broadcast, and he was a little nervous.
Fortunately, he was just a mascot, who only had to join in the conversation from time to time. The speaker was a young girl with a very fluent articulation. She spoke like a machine gun, and while she praised the products to the skies, she was also able to explain the promotions in an orderly and clear manner.
After hearing this, Mr. Jiang felt a little eager to buy and even wanted to give the girl a raise.
The girl boldly cue him: "Boss, can you help us try this lipstick?"
Jiang Nuo: “…Ah?”
But because of the camera, Mr. Jiang still hesitated and said, "Uh...Okay, how do we try it?"
The ring-shaped fill light in front of him was so bright that it almost blinded people. Jiang Nuo couldn't see the barrage, but Gu Jiangkuo and Jiang Xia outside the camera could see it clearly with their spare laptops.
It turned out to be a request from netizens:
"Let Mr. Jiang try it! If it looks good, buy it!"
"Ms. Jiang's lips are already beautiful, so why does she need to wear lipstick?"
"I'm new here, and I came all the way here to see Boss Jiang. Is he really the guy holding hands with me at the concert that day? So he's the owner of a makeup brand? He's so young I thought he was a student!"
"Wow! The boss is so nice, he just painted it when I asked him to, hahaha! Not to mention the color is pretty!"
"I've placed the order."
"He's more than just the owner of a makeup brand. I've read popular science and he's the boss of a group, and the makeup brand is just a small business under the group."
"Calm down, sisters. Nothing will look good on his pale skin. He can even pull off the deadly Barbie pink."
“I don’t care about placing the order!”
“??? Out of stock.”
“I didn’t buy qaq either.”
"Shocked! They were sold out in just a few minutes!"
"Is the clothes Mr. Jiang is wearing for sale? They look great, I want to buy one for my boyfriend!"
"Ask the same question!"
"I took a screenshot and searched for the same style. The top is five figures. Poverty jpg"
"Change to blush, sisters, get ready!"
At this time, the anchor wanted to try again to get Mr. Jiang to cooperate in trying out blush, but he was hesitant and looked outside for help. Jiang Xia rushed over first and without saying a word put a little yellow duck headband on Jiang Nuo's head, lifted up his bangs, revealing his smooth forehead.
President Jiang: “?!”
Jiang Xia quickly fled the scene, leaving only President Jiang's shocked death stare.
The comment section was filled with laughter:
"Hahahahahahahahaha Mr. Jiang's eyes seem to be asking, 'Are you tired of living?'"
"So cute, hahahaha, thank you, female Bodhisattva!"
“Don’t mention it, it’s pretty good looking.”
"So cute, I want to rub it!"
"Only real men dare to show their foreheads! Boys with three-dimensional features look better when their entire face is exposed! Because their looks are hard to beat!"
"Mr. Jiang's eyes are so big and bright. I'm six months pregnant now. Will watching his live streams more often help with my baby's appearance?"
"Hey, boys nowadays can't even wear a headband? They need help from others? If you have difficulties in life, you can live in my house hehehehe."
"Can you please put Mr. Jiang on the shared bike?"
"One person wrote in blood to put Mr. Jiang on a shared bike."
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Gu Jiangkuo felt very complicated as he watched the increasingly arrogant comments section. He knew they were joking, but he couldn't help feeling jealous. It was very painful to watch.
Jiang Xia was completely the opposite of him. Miss Jiang looked at the rapidly changing comments, the growing number of people in the live broadcast room, and the skyrocketing trading volume and turnover in the background. The corners of her mouth never fell, and she was in high spirits throughout the whole process.
Not only was she happy, but the executives at the livestreaming platform were also incredibly pleased: this livestream was a transformational move for their traditional video platform. Because Mr. Jiang had been trending, generating buzz and popularity, the website offered no fees for brand promotion and even provided ample traffic and publicity.
It's a win-win situation for everyone through cooperation.
I didn’t expect it to be so successful on the first try!
"Traffic is exploding!" one employee reported. "The data exceeds that of other live streaming sites during the same period, and it's still increasing!"
"The data analysis is out, and Mr. Jiang's live broadcast popularity is higher than that of ordinary internet celebrities, comparable to celebrities, and the conversion rate is also impressive."
The executive was also shocked and ordered, "Make a detailed comparison report later. For an amateur to have such incredible live streaming data, there must be something worth exploring."
But some sober colleagues tried to calm him down. "You call this an ordinary person? I don't think there's any comparison. Which ordinary person could look like this? Do you know how many fans he has online who only care about his looks?"
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The live broadcast of cosmetics sales was undoubtedly a huge success, which made many bosses in the industry eager to try it out and wanted to try live broadcasting themselves, but that is a story for the future.
Jiang Nuo couldn't calm down even after the live broadcast ended. When he finished work, he even forgot to take off the little yellow duck headband on his head. He looked lost. Gu Jiangkuo hurried over, half squatted down, and asked in a distressed whisper, "Are you tired?"
Young Master Jiang shook his head and sighed for a long time before saying, "It's really not easy to save endorsement fees. I should have hired a celebrity earlier."
"Yes," Gu Jiangkuo agreed, "We won't save this money anymore."
Jiang Nuo asked worriedly, "Can you see the comments? Did anyone curse my mother? What did she paint on me? It looks like a monkey's butt."
"No, they're all praising you for being cute."
"...That's not what I mean." Mr. Jiang became even more frustrated.
"Let me wipe the powder off your face."
"Yes, come on."
In fact, the makeup artist wanted to remove Mr. Jiang's makeup, but when he saw Gu Jiangkuo squatting and wiping his face with his thumb, Jiang Xia quickly stopped the makeup artist.
Gu Jiangkuo's fingertips were rough, and they stung a little when they rubbed against the tender face. Young Master Jiang frowned, but held back and didn't hide. He asked eagerly, "How did you wipe it off?"
As expected, the thin layer of powder was scraped off, revealing a fair complexion. However, the skin was too delicate, and soon turned red. Just like Jiang Xia's fierce question: "Does it turn red when pinched? Is he a crybaby?"
Gu Jiangkuo looked at Young Master Jiang's translucent skin and watery eyes and thought: He must be a crybaby, right? But if he can't even handle this, then...
His thoughts were not in line with discipline, and his ears gradually felt hot and his Adam's apple rolled.
Jiang Xia could only see his tall, solid figure and uttered a quiet "tsk," "You're quite capable, aren't you? Why are you still asking me for advice?"
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Ever since he received the old lady's handwritten will and the photocopy and electronic photo of the certification document with the official seal of the notary office, Wang Weiguo completely gave up on competing with Gu Jiangkuo for the house.
Legally speaking, as long as the old lady lived, the house and the relocation compensation belonged to her. At most, whoever provided for her retirement could decide how to dispose of the money. However, there were many cases of children fighting over the property of their parents while they were still alive. Moreover, since the old lady was ill and unable to take care of herself, Wang Weiguo still did not feel that he had done anything wrong.
I just resented the old lady's partiality for writing such a will in advance.
Even though Wang Weiguo knew that Dajiang had become successful now, he was unwilling to lower himself to curry favor with him. He still looked down on his nephew from the bottom of his heart and seemed determined to cut off all contact with him forever. However, he did not expect that the three words "Gu Jiangkuo" would linger around him, and matters related to him would still come to him on their own initiative.
That day, Wang Weiguo, as usual, took his mobile phone and went out on time when it was time to get off work. As soon as he unlocked the car and got in, he felt the passenger door being opened and a strange man got in.
"!?" Wang Weiguo, "Fuck. Who are you?" Where was he hiding just now? Why didn't he see it at all?
The man slowly pulled out a dagger.
"!!!" Wang Weiguo was terrified. "This is our company's parking lot. We're all acquaintances here. Brother, don't be impulsive!"
The man took out a fresh wad of cash and slapped it on the storage box between the driver and co-pilot.
Wang Weiguo swallowed his saliva and asked carefully, "Brother, what do you want to do?"
The stranger's accent was a bit strange, not like a Chinese person. "I want to ask you about someone."
As he spoke, he opened his phone and played a video. The familiar concert music sounded, "Do you know this boy?"
Gu Jiangkuo's videos have been trending everywhere these days. Seeing him hook up with Mr. Jiang has infuriated Wang Weiguo to the point where he gets a headache just by hearing the music. How could he not be familiar with it? Of course he knows him.
"No rush, drive first," the man ordered, "and we'll talk as we go."
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