Love Apartment: South Wind Passage.

Chapter 697 Second Bet
The next morning.

Xiaoxian came to 3602 and slapped fifty scratch tickets in front of Ziqiao.

"I lost. Lisa didn't listen to my show, and the station didn't receive any complaint letters."

He pushed the scratch ticket in front of Ziqiao listlessly: "Here, this is the scratch ticket for you and Zhang Wei, divide it among yourselves."

Ziqiao leaned back on the sofa, picked up the scratch tickets and began to count them, saying, "Look, what did I say?"

"Yes."

Xiaoxian said dejectedly: "You and Zhang Wei are very lucky, and I am also very lucky."

"It's not luck. Believe me. I'm not just a legend."

Zi Qiao said proudly, "If I'm not 100% sure, why would I bet with you?"

Xiaoxian was still very unconvinced when he heard this: "How can you be 100% sure?"

"It's very simple."

After counting the scratch tickets, Ziqiao slowly put them back in their place. He spread his hands to Zeng Xiaoxian who didn't believe in it and said, "Because no one really listens to your radio show."

"Nonsense, it's just a coincidence."

Ziqiao quietly approached Zeng Xiaoxian, who had a dark face: "Teacher Zeng, I'm not trying to discourage you, I just want you to face reality."

Xiaoxian pushed Ziqiao away with disdain: "The reality is: Lisa wants me to add a love story segment. She is very optimistic about me and is giving me more opportunities."

"I've given you the chance, but what's the use?"

Ziqiao asked: "Can you use this love story segment to turn the ratings around and finally be worthy of being selected as an outstanding radio host?"

"I!"

Zeng Xiaoxian said with a lack of confidence: "Where there is a will there is a way. I can try my best."

"Teacher Zeng, if hard work is useful, then what is the point of reincarnation and luck?"

He patted Zeng Xiaoxian on the shoulder and said, "Just like Zhang Wei said: No matter how hard you try, a fifty-yuan note is not as popular as a hundred-yuan note.

"Admit it, you are not suitable to be the host of an emotional program."

"Hey! Lu Ziqiao, that's enough!"

Xiaoxian was furious when he heard this: "What good does it do you to keep belittling me?"

Zi Qiao was stunned for a moment, then replied: "Physical and mental happiness... is that a benefit?"

Zeng Xiaoxian's expression changed instantly and he stood up to leave.

"Teacher Zeng! Teacher Zeng!"

Ziqiao quickly grabbed Xiaoxian and said with a smile: "I was just joking with you."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Xiaoxian laughed a few times expressionlessly: "Ziqiao, you are so humorous. I almost love you to death."

Zi Qiao chuckled: "Don't be obsessed with me, I'm the man you can never get."

"Fuck off!"

Xiaoxian sat down, looking at Ziqiao unhappily and said, "So you said a lot of nonsense earlier, what on earth do you want to do?"

"I?"

Ziqiao shrugged and said, "I'm just happy that I won, and I want to show off in front of you.

"If you had won now, I think you would be the one showing off."

"Nonsense, am I such a person?"

Zeng Xiaoxian denied it verbally, but he knew in his heart that if he had won, he would have been singing and dancing in front of Ziqiao, singing a song of victory in a frivolous way.

Just like what Yifei said: The winner's ridicule of the loser should also be the winner's privilege. The strong should severely humiliate the weak.

But now I have become the unlucky weakling, and the feeling of being humiliated is really unpleasant.

"Teacher Zeng, I have one more piece of advice for you: "As a person, don't spend too much time on things you are not good at."

Ziqiao said lazily: "Look, you are now a TV host after all, and the deputy director of the channel.

"Whether you develop into a well-known TV host or continue to be promoted to a senior leader in the management team, it is better than being a fool and worrying about [Your Moon My Heart] now.

"Even a fool can see the decline of traditional radio programs. If I were you, I wouldn't care if I hiccuped during the live broadcast, nor would I care if anyone listened to this outdated midnight show."

"Yo ho."

Zeng Xiaoxian sneered, "Since when can a jobless person like you guide my career planning?"

"Hey!"

This made Joe unhappy too.

If I say a few more insightful words to Mr. Zeng with good intentions, it's fine if he gets angry and doesn't appreciate it, but it's not very kind for him to mock me in return.

Are they going to continue hurting each other?

"In that case, Mr. Zeng, I will have to let you see the cruelty of this world."

Ziqiao took out his cell phone and showed Zeng Xiaoxian the Weibo account where he posted his courtship tutorial.

"Look! Look! Let me show you what real strength is!"

Xiaoxian smiled contemptuously: "Tsk, what can a Weibo account do...

"This is impossible!"

His contemptuous expression suddenly froze, and his pupils trembled in shock.

After a long while, Xiaoxian looked at Ziqiao in astonishment: "Your account actually has 30,000 followers!

"Could it be that you...you..." "That's right."

Ziqiao nodded arrogantly, spread his hands, and said proudly: "So, am I awesome?"

Xiaoxian looked weird: "So... you really bought the powder?"

"No..." Zi Qiao reacted angrily, "No, my fans are purely attracted by my high-quality courtship tutorials."

"But it's been less than half a month since you started. Is that too exaggerated?"

Xiaoxian still remains skeptical.

"joke."

Ziqiao straightened his suit proudly and said with a disdainful look, "The person sitting in front of you now is the most influential emotional blogger on Weibo in the future - Mr. Lu Meng.

"The 30,000 fans you see now will only be a fraction of my fan base in a few years."

"wrong!"

Ziqiao raised his eyebrows in a lewd manner: "It could also be a fraction of a fraction."

"Wow, wow, wow, awesome, really awesome!"

Zeng Xiaoxian winked and said sourly: "Then you'd better put on this vest well, in case someone accidentally discovers your true identity.

"Be careful of those ex-girlfriends you let down. They will take your account and denounce it online, parading it through the streets!"

"Jealousy, what you said is pure jealousy."

Ziqiao asked mischievously, "By the way, Mr. Zeng, how many followers do you have on Weibo now?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go too far!"

Zeng Xiaoxian's eyes wandered, his hands and feet moved unnaturally as he said, "Although my number of fans is indeed a little less than yours, they are all old fans who have been around for many years. Their fan quality and fan loyalty are much higher than your new fans!"

"Hmm."

Zi Qiao nodded in agreement and asked with a smile, "So how many are there?"

"I, I, I..."

Zeng Xiaoxian mumbled and hesitated for a long time, and then he simply said, "Hey, why should I tell you?"

"I won't tell you, what can you do to me?"

"Tsk, do you think I won't know if you don't tell me?"

Ziqiao lowered his head and switched his Weibo account to his personal life account. He opened his follow list and laughed out loud.

"Sure, Mr. Zeng. You have quite a lot of fans. There are actually one... one hundred and eight."

"Let me see who's there: Nanfeng, Yifei, Xiaohei, Aunt Wang from the Residents' Committee, Aunt Bai from the Street Office...even the boss of the pancake shop in our neighborhood is there."

He smiled and joked: "Teacher Zeng, one day you can gather these 108 fans together and we can go straight to Liangshan."

"It's amazing how many fans you have!"

Zeng Xiaoxian's defense was immediately broken, and he said unhappily: "So you want to use the number of your fans to prove that you are better than me in dealing with emotional issues?"

"That's not the case. Didn't you say that I, a jobless vagrant, couldn't guide your career planning? I just wanted to prove myself."

Ziqiao shrugged: "As for who is better at dealing with emotional issues...

"Thirty thousand versus one hundred and eight, I don't need to say more about who will win or lose, right?"

Snapped!
Xiaoxian slapped his forehead helplessly. He actually forgot that Lu Ziqiao was also a guy who loved to show off and refused to admit defeat.

I just asked him to slap me in the face, how could this bastard resist showing off in front of me?

He sighed and said, "Okay, if you want guidance, just give it to me. What advice do you want to give me?"

"suggestion?"

Ziqiao thought for a moment and said, "Actually, this isn't much advice. I just want you to stop being nervous and not invest too much time, energy, and emotion into something you are not good at and that has very low returns."

"Look, it's been proven that no matter if you hiccup during a live broadcast or how you perform, it won't affect your show."

"But I, but I'm a radio host, I have professional ethics!"

Xiaoxian said aggrievedly: "Showing my perfect self to the audience during the live broadcast, isn't this what I should do as a host?"

"But your professional level is not up to par. What's the point of having professional ethics?"

Zi Qiao said, "Do you believe that I can increase the ratings of "Your Moon, My Heart" by a large margin in just three days?"

Zeng Xiaoxian asked suspiciously, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't ask me what I want to do, just tell me whether you believe it or not?"

"Do not believe."

Xiao Xiancai didn't believe Ziqiao's lies: "I am such an excellent host and I can't raise the ratings. You can't even get into the radio station. What can you do?"

"Are you challenging me?"

Zi Qiao slapped his thigh and said, "Very good, I accept your challenge."

"But this time we're going to gamble a little bigger. We're going to double the stakes. Do you want to bet on a hundred scratch tickets?"

Xiaoxian thought about it seriously and he really didn't believe that Ziqiao, an outsider, could increase the ratings of his show.

Besides, if Ziqiao can really do it, then the increase in listening rate will also be good for him.

Thinking that he would not lose out in any way, Xiaoxian nodded heavily.

"bet!"

(End of this chapter)