I left because I was deeply hurt, and the seven young ladies cried with regret

The next day, when the morning mist shrank into the valley under the shining sun, Qin Fan, Liu Qianqian and Yan Junze drove to the S County Garment Factory. "Mr. Yan, these are the materials of our clothes." "I'm asking the editor in the provincial capital to write a manuscript for you." "Although you don't need to read it exactly according to the manuscript, the advantages of our clothes should be mentioned." "Okay, Sister Qianqian." After Liu Qianqian arranged Yan Junze, she came to Qin Fan. "Boss, Sister Liang said she is already interviewing live broadcast operators, and it is estimated that a suitable operator will be hired tomorrow."

Qin Fan nodded,

"Let Young Master Yan try live broadcasting tonight."

"I won't buy clothes tonight, I will just live broadcast and get used to it."

"After all, not everyone can be comfortable in front of the camera."

"Okay, boss, I'll make arrangements."

When you are fully engaged in one thing, time flies by like a white horse.

It was evening in the blink of an eye.

After Yan Junze was ready, he started live broadcasting for the first time.

"Hello everyone, I am Yan Junze."

"You can call me Yan Junze, or Baiyun, because I like Baiyun very much."

Yan Junze was serious and earnest.

But Qin Fan had to tell him a fact,

"Young Master Yan, there is no one in the live broadcast room now."

"Uh~"

There was no one to lead the live broadcast at the beginning, and there was no gimmick. Half an hour later, there was no one in Yan Junze's live broadcast room.

Yan Junze kept tensing himself and became more and more anxious.

"Brother Qin, can I ask some people to support me?"

Anyway, there is no clothes to sell tonight, so it is better to let Yan Junze get used to chatting with people in the live broadcast room.

"Sure~"

Yan Junze took out his mobile phone and sent several messages.

After a while, people began to enter the live broadcast room.

"Mr. Yan?"

Yan Junze: "Who are you?"

"Fuck, is it really Mr. Yan? Mr. Yan, how did you become like this?"

"Mr. Yan, did you turn ugly?"

Yan Junze: "Fuck you... Fuck you! Who are you?"

"Mr. Yan, I'm Chen Zebin."

Yan Junze: "Oh, it's you, is your stepmother okay?"

"Mr. Yan, my stepmother is still thinking about playing cards with you, where have you been, why haven't you heard from me for so long."

Yan Junze: "I... I'm busy with my career, tell your stepmother that I won't play cards with her anymore, I'm busy~"

At this time, 20 or 30 people came into the live broadcast room,

Some were first-level accounts, some were third- and fourth-level accounts, and there was also a top emperor account.

No matter who it was, the first two words after entering were - fuck.

"Fuck, Master Yan? Is it really Master Yan?"

"Fuck, Master Yan, what on earth have you been through?"

"Fuck, I absolutely don't believe this is Master Yan! I'm going to call Master Yan to confirm it."

Half an hour later,

Everyone in the live broadcast room believed that Yan Junze was Yan Junze, and they were all posting comments asking where Yan Junze had been and what he had been through.

Yan Junze was too lazy to explain to them,

"Are you Blue Cat Naughty Three Thousand Questions?"

"I will start live broadcasting and selling goods and buying clothes tomorrow night."

"Come and support me when the time comes, and call more friends."

Yan Junze chatted for a while and then went off the air.

"Master Yan, are you ready?"

"You will probably be on the headlines of the local news in the provincial capital tomorrow."

Yan Junze was a little excited,

When he was live just now, those who were called to the live broadcast room by him were all people who flattered him when he was in the provincial capital, and they just gave him a lot of gifts,

Yan Junze made money for the first time on his own, and he felt very accomplished and excited.

"Ready!"

"Will there be more people watching the news?"

"Let the storm come even harder!"

Yan Junze was so excited that he didn't sleep much all night.

He woke up early the next day and started asking Liu Qianqian if the manuscript was finished, and he wanted to memorize the manuscript.

Qin Fan was in a trance, and he actually saw a fighting spirit that didn't belong to him in Yan Junze.

Qin Fan picked some new styles of clothes that were in line with the current situation based on his memories of his previous life.

After Liu Qianqian gave the manuscript written by the provincial capital editorial department to Yan Junze, Yan Junze went to memorize it.

Liang Jie, the live broadcast operator, has already recruited and is on the way.

The employees of the garment factory are all looking forward to Yan Junze's live broadcast.

But they are not very optimistic.

First, they don't know Yan Junze's identity yet.

Second, Yan Junze works at a construction site in Qin Fan's hometown.

It's tanned and not very good-looking, can it sell anything?

At 18:18 in the evening, the live broadcast officially started, implying that it was going to be rich.

Less than five minutes after the broadcast started, there were thousands of people in the live broadcast room.

The barrage soared,

"Fuck, is it really Mr. Yan?"

"How did Mr. Yan of Yan's Group become like this?"

"Still selling goods live? Mr. Yan, if you are forced, just blink."

Yan Jun began to introduce clothes according to the script, smiling and serving, hoping that everyone would buy some clothes to try.

But most of the netizens in the live broadcast room were just watching the fun,

In the end, the number of people soared to 50,000 or 60,000, and most of them were still watching the fun, posting barrages and making random guesses.

Yan Junze felt that someone needed to take the lead, so he sent a message to his "friends" in the WeChat group, "Stop gossiping and buy some clothes!" "At least 50 pieces per person. I'll treat you to a meal when I return to the provincial capital." The people in the group were basically people whose family backgrounds were not as good as Yan Junze's and who wanted to curry favor with Yan Junze. They began to place orders one after another. Driven by that group of people, some netizens also began to place orders. "Everyone pay attention to me. I will recommend good clothes to you through live broadcasts in the future." "Guaranteed high quality and favorable prices!" Yan Junze worked very hard, but there were too many people watching the live broadcast, and not many people bought clothes. In the end, the more than 500 pieces in the link could not be sold, and Yan Junze wanted to make a good start for his first live broadcast and sell all the clothes in the link! So Yan Jun used the excuse of going to the toilet,

and called Chen Zebin at the door,

"Little B, buy all the remaining clothes in the link."

Chen Zebin: "Ah?"

"No way, Mr. Yan, I have already bought fifty pieces and I don't know what to do with them."

"Just buy them if I ask you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense? You can do some good deeds and give them to sanitation workers after buying them!"

Chen Zebin:...

I, Chen, have never done good deeds in my life. I only love luxury cars and picking up girls. You want me to do good deeds?

"Mr. Yan, my hands are shaking a little bit lately. I really can't buy it."

"You're lying!"

"This is the beginning of the month. Your stepmother told me before that your father gives you 500,000 pocket money at the beginning of every month. Can't you buy fifty pieces of clothes?"

"If you keep talking nonsense to me, I will tell your father about you and your stepmother!"

Yan Jun hung up the phone and returned to the camera.

Changing his fierce look when he called Chen Zebin, he smiled in surprise when he saw Chen Zebin taking pictures of the remaining clothes:

"Oh! The last batch of clothes was snatched away by Young Master Chen!"

"Young Master Chen has a good eye!"

"I wish Young Master Chen will become more and more handsome and live forever!"

Qin Fan and Liu Qianqian looked at each other,

disapproving of Yan Junze forcing people to buy,

but Yan Junze's speed of changing his face seemed to be quite suitable for this job.

On the morning of the second day after Yan Junze live-broadcasted clothes shopping,

Yan Junze's grandparents hurriedly returned to the Yan family villa from the villa outside the provincial capital.

Grandpa Yan Junze held the provincial capital newspaper in his hand and shouted as soon as he entered the villa yard,

"Mumu, Mumu, you bastard, come out!"

Yan Shuolin went out with a dark face to greet Grandpa Yan Junze.

"Dad, I'm so old, don't call me by my nickname."

Grandpa Yan Junze shook the provincial capital newspaper in his hand, and his eyebrows stood up in anger.

"What's wrong with me calling you by your nickname?"

"I'm going to beat you!"

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"Where is my grandson now?"

Yan Shuolin has been busy discussing with other senior executives of the company whether to invest in S County in the past two days. He didn't pay attention to the news and didn't know about Yan Junze's live broadcast.

When he took the newspaper and saw the live broadcast of Yan Junze, his eyes widened.

"Xiao Ze is buying clothes on the live broadcast?"

Yan Junze's grandfather was so angry that he raised his crutches and hit him.

"Xiao Ze is your son, don't you know what Xiao Ze is doing?"

"Bastard, bastard, I'll beat you to death!"

"Dad, listen to my explanation... Listen to my explanation first."

Yan Shuolin told Yan Junze's grandfather everything about Yan Junze's insistence on following Qin Fan.

"As for why Xiaoze was buying clothes on live broadcast, it should be related to Qin Fan."

"But Dad, you have to believe me. Xiaoze will definitely grow up after this failure!"

"Only when Xiaoze grows up can I rest assured to hand over our Yan Group to him."

Yan Shuolin thought that the old man would understand him after hearing this, but he didn't expect the old man to raise his crutches and hit him on the buttocks twice.

"Bad idea, bad idea!"

"Look at how thin and dark my grandson has become!"

"You evil son, don't you have any other way to make my grandson grow up?"

"Or I will go back to Jiang

Hu Takeover Group, you go to the coal mine to grow up for me!"

"Go and find my grandson right away!"

"I want to see my grandson tonight!"

Yan Shuolin had no way to deal with his father, but he didn't want to give up all his efforts.

"Dad, give me some more time, I..."

Just at this moment,

Yan Shuolin's phone rang,

He glanced at the caller ID and found that it was the one who sold information before in Longdu.

"Dad, wait for me, I'll take a call first."

Yan Shuolin turned around and answered the phone,

"Hello, have you found out?"

"Mr. Yan, in order to find out where the ancestors of the Jiang family came from for you, I'm almost a historian!"

Yan Shuolin frowned slightly, knowing that the other party wanted more.

"+20,000."

"Mr. Yan is generous! The ancestors of the Jiang family are from Linzi, not S County."

"Not from S County? "

Yan Shuolin was confused.

If the ancestors of the Jiang family were not from S County, why did they invest in S County?

It can't be for Qin Fan, right?

"Boss Yan, I'll give you another piece of news this time."

"The Li family has found Miss Li, and she is in S County! The Li family is ready to go to S County to take Miss Li home. I believe it will only take two or three days."

This news made Yan Shuolin's eyes light up!

If the Li family brings Li Sitian back to Longdu, then Xiaoze should understand that he is dreaming about relying on Qin Fan to climb up the seven major families in Longdu, right?

After Yan Shuolin hung up the phone, he turned and looked at his father.

"Dad, give me a few more days."

"Three days at most, then I will definitely bring Xiaoze back and let you see his growth!"

Yan Shuolin's mother stood on the side of Lao Yan this time,

"Dad, we used to spoil Xiaoze too much, and he needs to learn a lesson."

"This experience will definitely help him grow. "

Grandpa Yan Junze calmed down after hearing what Yan Junze's mother said.

But the old man wanted to live in the Yan family's big villa and wait for Yan Junze to come back.