The Super Rich: Start from when the family business is about to go bankrupt!

Chapter 762 WPG Goes Even Further? Valentine's Day: 5201314! Heading to the Capital: Even the Little Foreigner Is Going!
In Xiao Qingyue's live stream, as An Wuyang summarized the topic of "the world is a huge makeshift operation," the number of comments decreased significantly.

Clearly, many viewers were also lost in thought.

At this moment, the number of viewers in the live stream has exceeded 30,000. This number is actually not large, at least compared to some big streamers and celebrities, it is still far behind.

After all, when some big streamers and celebrities do live streams, the number of viewers can easily reach 100,000.

An Wuyang didn't seem to care much about the number of viewers in the live stream. After he finished explaining his understanding and insights about amateur troupes, he glanced at the time in the lower right corner of his computer.

"Brothers and sisters, it's getting late. We'll give out one last lucky draw bag, drawing ten Jishi codes. By the way, a reminder that if you haven't yet pre-ordered the Ningzhi Ruoxue Essence Cream from our Wugengtian online store, you still have a chance!" An Wuyang explained.

An Wuyang then used his computer to send out a lucky draw bag containing ten prizes.

Participating in the lucky draw does not require paying for gifts; all that is needed is a single comment on the screen, and the draw lasts only three minutes.

Three minutes passed quickly. An Wuyang personally sent the "Salvation Code" to the ten lucky winners and bid farewell to the viewers in the live stream before ending the broadcast.

After ending the broadcast, An Wuyang checked once again whether the live broadcast room had been closed and whether the corresponding camera and audio equipment had been turned off.

These are things we must guard against!

After all, there are far too many similar incidents on the internet!
Some streamers think they've ended their broadcast, but they haven't actually ended it; their cameras and microphones are still working. Unaware of this, they make boastful remarks, leading to tragedy.
Therefore, to avoid such a situation, An Wuyang underwent a special examination.

In fact, Xiao Qingyue does this every time she goes offline; her camera even has a physical cover to block the view.

"President An, about the last topic you just discussed in your live stream, I think... well, how should I put it?" Xiao Qingyue paused to think.

"I feel very touched, but I don't have a clear concept of it," Xiao Qingyue said, expressing her thoughts.

An Wuyang smiled and replied, "That's normal."

"Because the environment in which most people live does not change with their cognition, and there may even be situations where people with high cognition are still at the bottom of society," An Wuyang explained.

"Is such an improvement in understanding necessary?" Xiao Qingyue wondered.

An Wuyang answered affirmatively, "Of course it's necessary!"

“The so-called integration into the power game, for those at a lower level, can actually be called ‘social skills’,” An Wuyang put it another way.

"Social skills are also a kind of power game, only this kind of power game is too low-level, so it is more appropriate to call it 'social skills'," An Wuyang explained.

“For example, when an ordinary college graduate enters a completely new work environment, it is definitely better to follow the rules of interpersonal relationships than to blindly rush headlong into things,” An Wuyang added.

Some might think that An Wuyang's statement is just alarmist talk, and what kind of power games could there be at the bottom?
But An Wuyang didn't want to explain.

Only those who understand social dynamics truly understand them.

Because it's useless for people to teach each other; only practical experience can teach you, and you'll learn it in one go!
An Wuyang chatted with Xiao Qingyue for a while, and then he wanted to take advantage of the weaker one again. This little streamer was the only one among his girlfriends who was easy to take advantage of, and An Wuyang enjoyed the pleasure of taking advantage of the weaker one.

Around 10 p.m., while An Wuyang was squeezing a soft persimmon, Sui Chunsheng in Shengqing next door was suffering.

Sui Chunsheng's father, Sui Yiqiang, drank a lot of alcohol today and then beat her mother, Li Li.

Perhaps because Sui Yiqiang had encountered some troubles, he was particularly ruthless today, even breaking Li Li's left arm. After receiving Li Li's call, Sui Chunsheng rushed back and took her mother to the hospital.

Originally, Sui Chunsheng was going to report the case to the police. She wished she could send her father to prison, preferably for ten or eight years, so that she would be less troubled!

No one outside can control Sui Yiqiang, but now that he's in prison, let him receive proper re-education.

However, something frustrating happened!
Her mother forbade her to report the incident to the police, and even made it clear that even if she did, she would only say that she had accidentally broken her arm.

This situation made Sui Chunsheng want to block her mother as well!
But Sui Chunsheng couldn't do it.

Sui Chunsheng is not the fairy-like figure on the internet who constantly tries to sever ties with her family of origin. Because Sui Chunsheng is a human being, not a beast in human skin, she cannot be so heartless and ungrateful.

Who can be heartless if they are not plants or trees?

Even if Sui Chunsheng himself hated himself for this, what could he do?

Therefore, Sui Chunsheng had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​reporting the case. He eventually dealt with the relevant matters at the hospital before leaving with a depressed mood.

Tomorrow is Monday, and she has to go to work!

When Sui Chunsheng returned home, she was thinking about the urgent issues arising from her family of origin.

To achieve this goal, Sui Chunsheng registered a Douyin account. She took a few simple selfies and posted them on the Douyin account, setting her account to private.

After setting up these privacy settings, Sui Chunsheng found An Wuyang's account and sent a follow request.

She knew that such a follow request was like finding a needle in a haystack, and that An Wuyang might not even look at the follow request, but what if she was right?
Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, or even a one in a million chance, there's still hope, not no hope at all.

Tianfu.

Around 11 p.m., An Wuyang held Xiao Qingyue in his arms and went to sleep early.

Although tomorrow is Valentine's Day, An Wuyang has no intention of staying up until midnight.

An Wuyang didn't need to send blessings at the right time, so he just fell asleep.

the next day.

February 14th, Valentine's Day.

Around eight o'clock in the morning, An Wuyang woke up early, and Xiao Qingyue woke up even earlier.

When An Wuyang woke up, Xiao Qingyue asked him, "President An, would you like some tomato and egg noodles?"

“Okay,” An Wuyang replied.

"Then I'll go cook the noodles first. You wash up first, and it'll be ready in a bit," Xiao Qingyue replied happily. She was very pleased that An Wuyang was willing to eat the noodles she cooked.

An Wuyang first went to wash up, then sat on the sofa in the living room and started using her phone.

A moment later, An Wuyang completed the operation on his mobile phone.

While cooking noodles in the kitchen, Xiao Qingyue noticed her phone ringing with a text message. She took out her phone to check and saw a message from the bank.

……

On February 14th at 08:03, a bank account with the last four digits of 678 deposited 5,201,314.00 yuan (from another bank), leaving a balance of 5,293,487.96 yuan. The recipient's account name is "An Wuyang," and the last four digits of the recipient's account number are 666. [Gongshang Bank]

……

Xiao Qingyue quickly read the text message and was slightly stunned. An Wuyang had transferred 520 million 1314 Xia Guoyuan to her.
This number is very special!

Because it sounds like "I love you forever" in Chinese, and given that today is Valentine's Day, Xiao Qingyue naturally understood that this was the Valentine's Day gift An Wuyang had given her.

"Mr. An, did you transfer 5201314 to me?" Xiao Qingyue asked as she walked out of the kitchen.

An Wuyang replied with a smile, "Happy Holiday, my darling!"

Xiao Qingyue happily replied, "Thank you, President An!"

She liked the gift An Wuyang gave her, the way An Wuyang addressed her, and how much An Wuyang valued her.

After all, if An Wuyang didn't value her, how could he have transferred 520 million 1314 Xia Guoyuan to her?

This sum of money
To be honest, there are a lot!

"Go and watch the pot, don't let it burn!" An Wuyang reminded him.

"Mmm!" Xiao Qingyue responded obediently. After Xiao Qingyue returned to the kitchen, An Wuyang checked the messages sent by Xia Yuqing and Lu Manman.

Xia Yuqing: Thank you for the holiday red envelope, Brother Wuyang~

Lu Manman: Thank you, Mr. An, I love you too!

An Wuyang wasn't surprised that the two dance students got up early. When he was in Shanghai, they also got up early every day to do their morning exercises.

So how could An Wuyang possibly beat a dance student?
For them to maintain their daily exercise routine without any problems, that's a piece of cake, isn't it?
An Wuyang replied to the two dance students, and then checked the message sent by the foreigner.

Anna: Thank you, darling. You transferred way too much money!

This foreigner also has the habit of waking up early. She wants to go for a morning run and had tried to get An Wuyang to go with her before, but An Wuyang refused.

'An Wuyang: Going for a morning run again?'

Anna: We're taking halftime.

Anna: Darling, I'm going back to Shanghai early. I miss you!

'An Wuyang: When are you coming back?'

'I'm safe and sound: I'll arrange a plane to pick you up.'

Anna: No need!

Anna: I flew here myself; first class was very comfortable and cheap.

'Peaceful and safe: Our family now has two private jets, which is actually quite convenient.'

Anna: But it's so expensive!

Anna: I've done my research on private jet travel costs. From Siberia to Shanghai, the total cost is roughly two million Shanghai dollars, right?

Anna: This is way too expensive!

Anna: My first-class flight only costs less than 20,000 yuan.

Anna: Mr. Anna, you really don't need to arrange a plane to pick me up.

Faced with Anna's understanding, An Wuyang did not insist.

An Wuyang: Okay then, when are you planning to come back?

Anna: I'm going to see my mom again today, and then I'll come back tomorrow or the day after.

Anna: Mr. Anna, could you come to Shanghai after I get back? I really miss you.

The foreigner was very straightforward; if she missed An Wuyang, she would express it directly and also state her needs.

'All is well: No problem.'

An Wuyang: But I won't be able to come for a few days. I have to go to the capital today; there's work to take care of there, and I don't know how many days it will take to finish.

Anna: Then... I'll come to the capital?

Anna: Our school hasn't started yet.

Anna attends the Shanghai Conservatory of Music, where the school's winter break is 52 days long, almost twice that of the Shanghai Dramatic Arts Institute, which only has a 27-day winter break.

In addition, Anna was an international student and left school five days early, so her actual vacation was longer.

The Shanghai Conservatory of Music will not officially start classes until March 2nd, which is more than half a month away.

So when the foreigner heard that An Wuyang was going to the capital to discuss business, her first reaction was that she didn't need to go back to Shanghai, but should go directly to the capital to accompany An Wuyang.

'Safe and sound:' That's also acceptable.

'An Wuyang: You can come tomorrow.'

Anna: I'm leaving today.

Anna: I'll leave immediately after visiting my mother today.

An Wuyang: Okay, then I'll wait for you in the capital.

Anna: Okay, see you tomorrow.

An Wuyang chatted with the foreigner for a while longer, but still didn't receive any messages from Zhuang Xiaomeng. An Wuyang wasn't surprised, because that little butterfly loved to sleep in late and often didn't get up until around ten o'clock.

"The noodles are here!" Xiao Qingyue walked over carrying a wooden tray.

An Wuyang joked, "Is there anything wrong with your side? I almost heard 'Chicken soup is coming'."

Xiao Qingyue was a little confused. "There was no chicken soup at home, so I used the broth from the tomato and egg stir-fry."

Ok!

It seems Xiao Qingyue is unaware of the "chicken soup is coming" meme!

Xiao Qingyue placed the bowl of tomato and egg noodles that belonged to An Wuyang in front of him. The portion of noodles was not large, perhaps because she had considered that An Wuyang would be going to the capital later and wanted to avoid him feeling uncomfortable if he ate too much.

An Wuyang began to taste it, and Xiao Qingyue watched him expectantly.

An Wuyang gave him face and praised him, "Not bad, not bad at all. Your skills are excellent; you could even open a noodle shop and make money!"

This was, of course, a compliment from An Wuyang, and not true.

To be honest, Xiao Qingyue's cooking skills are quite average, far inferior to Xia Yuqing's mother, Lin Xin.

As for making money by opening a store?
Unless An Wuyang is manipulating and supporting it from behind the scenes, it's impossible to make money!

Of course, Xiao Qingyue would never open a noodle shop.

Although she knew that An Wuyang's praise was just to encourage her, Xiao Qingyue was still very happy. After all, people always like to hear nice things, don't they?
This is also a basic skill in interpersonal communication: say more nice things!

Around nine o'clock in the morning, An Wuyang squeezed the easy target again, and only then was he satisfied and ready to head to the capital.

While he was squeezing the soft persimmon, he suddenly remembered that Xiao Qingyue had made him a small portion of breakfast, perhaps because she was taking into account that he would be squeezed out?

After all, if you're too full, you can't take advantage of someone who's easy to bully!
Just after 10 a.m., An Wuyang sent a message to Chen Hongzhi.

An Wuyang: Brother Hongzhi, I'm getting ready to leave from Tianfu.

Chen Hongzhi: Okay!

Chen Hongzhi: We have arranged for our meal to be held at the Fangfei Garden of the National Guesthouse.

'Peace and safety: I received it.'

'All is well: I should be able to arrive on time.'

Chen Hongzhi: Okay, my girlfriend and I will go ahead of time.

'All is well: See you later.'

Chen Hongzhi: See you later.

After finishing his conversation with Chen Hongzhi, An Wuyang boarded a plane and flew to the capital. He didn't care where he ate lunch; he was more concerned about whether the negotiations would be successful!
(End of this chapter)