Goddaughter CEO fishes for Qin Xun and Xia Ning

Xiao Wang's voice was so loud that everyone was startled.

The singing stopped and only the accompaniment continued.

Mr. Wang raised his head, and in the dim light, he saw Xiao Wang's face was gloomy and he said displeasedly.

"Xiao Wang, what's wrong with you?"

"Didn't I just say that you should not mention bankruptcy or death, these unlucky words."

"We are opening a store to do big business, so we need to practice some Feng Shui."

The customer service lady put her legs on the coffee table, folded her hands in front of her chest, snorted coldly, and said bitterly and sarcastically like a boss lady.

"Why do you have to live or die? Suddenly, your girlfriend ran away with someone else?"

Everyone laughed.

Mr. Wang pointed to the beer on the coffee table and said.

"Xiao Wang, everyone is happy today, you punish yourself with a bottle."

"This matter is over."

But he saw Xiao Wang standing in shock, looking down at his phone, and never taking any action.

He got upset and cursed.

"The private video of your girlfriend borrowing nude money was posted on Douyin?"

"Scare you like this?"

Xiao Wang raised his head, took a deep breath, and glanced around.

Seeing everyone looking at him, their expressions were sarcastic, displeased, indifferent, and angry.

He was in a worse mood and said loudly.

"Mr. Wang, someone posted about us selling fake bags on Douyin yesterday."

The voice just fell.

The customer service lady covered her mouth and smiled softly.

"What did I think it was?"

"That's it? Did he scare you like this?"

"We can be considered an elite team. You should be calmer when things happen. If outsiders see it, they will think that we are a grass-roots team!"

A saleswoman echoed with a smile.

"Brother Wang, you are still in public relations!"

"It's not like you haven't encountered this kind of thing before. How many times have you dealt with videos of people posting videos slandering the reputation of our store?"

"Isn't this your major?"

"Are you playing today and don't want to work overtime?"

"You feel that you are unlucky because you have to work overtime and have no time to play, so you keep shouting that you are going to die?"

Mr. Wang hugged the customer service lady, looked at Xiao Wang and said with a smile.

"Forget it."

"You don't need to drink this wine, just go out and deal with this nonsense today."

"It doesn't matter if you find a bunch of people to report the video and have it removed from the shelves, or you can ask people to go to the comment area and say that he slandered us. In short, don't let him affect the reputation of our store."

He picked up the wine bottle, took a sip of wine, and said very proudly.

“We are well-known as conscientious sellers!”

Everyone laughed.

Mr. Wang saw Xiao Wang still standing still and became a little angry.

"Why don't you start?"

"I'll give you three times the overtime pay today!"

Xiao Wang picked up his phone and looked at it again. He found that the video had many more likes and comments than before, and he said with his heart sinking to the bottom.

"Mr. Wang, I can't report this video for removal."

Mr. Wang said coldly.

"Why can't you get off?"

"You accuse someone of selling fake goods for no reason. If one or two people report it and they can't get it taken down, why don't you find more people to report it? I still don't believe you?"

Xiao Wang said with a crying face.

"But this video is so popular!"

Mr. Wang looked disdainful.

"How tall is it?"

Xiao Wang hesitated for a moment, glanced at the crowd watching the joke, and answered.

"250 million likes and over 10 comments."

"It should have over 30 million views."

The voice just fell.

The entire private room fell silent, with only the accompaniment sound still playing.

After a while, the pot exploded.

"what?"

"Fuck!"

"You drank too much and drank to 250!"

"We only sold fake products yesterday. Even if he posted the video last night, it's only been a little more than a day. How could it have 250 million likes?"

"Another 10 comments?"

"That's 10 comments! Where did the comments come from?"

"Are you crazy?"

Mr. Wang was stunned, and when he saw Xiao Wang still standing with a solemn expression, his heart skipped a beat, and he said with a pretendingly calm smile on his face.

"Xiao Wang, humor!"

"You're very funny!"

"You're teasing us!"

"You are so damn naughty. There have been too many Douyin posts recently. You must have broken up with Qin Xun!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to Xiao Wang.

"Here, show me the video with 250 million likes."

"I still don't believe it. I'm just selling a fake bag. I haven't killed 30 women in a row. How can I still be so popular?"

"Netizens are so full that they have nothing to do?"

Mr. Wang took the mobile phone handed over by Xiao Wang with a smile.

A saleswoman paused the accompaniment.

Everyone gathered around Mr. Wang, forming a semicircle around him and looking down at the mobile phone in his hand.

Mr. Wang clicked play, the video started, and the sound started.

"What is Kung Fu?"

"What is Kung Fu?"

After only watching it for two or three seconds, Mr. Wang was so frightened that he immediately pressed the pause button, not daring to read any more.

He raised his head and looked at the people surrounding him, and found that they also looked shocked.

It's like seeing a ghost!

Quiet……

So quiet you can hear a pin drop.

The atmosphere became very weird.

A full dozen seconds passed.

The customer service lady swallowed and said nervously.

"That... that... ha... do you think this person looks like Qin Xun?"

A stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Everyone started talking at once, and their voices were so loud that they almost lifted the roof.

"Damn it, I look like Qin Xun too!"

"This is Qin Xun, this person is Qin Xun, absolutely!"

"I also know him when he turns to ashes!"

"The bags tied to the tree are from our store?"

"What does he mean?"

"Are the two silly girls who bought bags yesterday fans of Qin Xun? He donated money to Huang Huai last time, and now he wants to buy fake bags for his fans?"

"Why would he post this kind of video? It's even scarier than posting the nude loan video of Xiao Wang's girlfriend!"

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm really going to die now!"

"I thought I pinched two soft persimmons, but ended up kicking the iron plate?"

"Damn it, is our store built on someone else's grave? Why is it so unlucky!"

"You have provoked such a murderous god!"

"No, he's sick, isn't he? Is he so not picky about food?"

"Huang Huai is the school belle of Beijing University after all. Those two guys yesterday just appeared out of nowhere. How can they help with such good looks?"

……

Mr. Wang heard the shouts and shouts around him and shouted loudly.

"Stop arguing!"

"I just told you not to say unlucky words. What are you talking about now about stores built on graves?"

"Why are you so anxious? Watch the video first!"

When the surrounding area became quiet, he clicked to continue playing. He was frightened when he saw Qin Xun blowing up a sandbag with one punch.

This person is too barbaric!

Like a wild beast!

He wouldn't want to beat me to death, would he?

Immediately afterwards, Qin Xun said something on the screen.

"Fake package worth 20,000 to 30,000 yuan!"

When Mr. Wang heard the word "fake bag", his heart suddenly became twisted. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. Before he could breathe out, he saw Qin Xun on his mobile phone smashing a big sandbag with an iron mountain support.

Yellow sand fills the sky.

Mr. Wang held a breath in his lungs and forgot to exhale.

He looked at the screen on his mobile phone. Qin Xun's temperament became refined and he walked towards the camera step by step. He smiled gently, but he felt a huge sense of oppression.

Those steps seemed to step on his heart.

Qin Xun's voice came out slowly.

"Kung Fu, two words."

"One horizontally and one vertically."

"Only those who are standing are qualified to speak. Are you right?"

On the phone, Qin Xun's eyes seemed to be looking at them.

The private room was deathly quiet.