Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 697 The Second Bet

The next morning.

Xiaoxian arrived at 3602 and slapped fifty scratch-off lottery tickets in front of Ziqiao.

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

He listlessly pushed the scratch-off lottery tickets in front of Ziqiao: "Here, these are your and Zhang Wei's scratch-off tickets, you two can divide them yourselves."

Ziqiao leaned back on the sofa, picked up a scratch-off lottery ticket, and started counting the numbers, muttering, "See? What did I tell you?"

"yes."

Xiao Xian said dejectedly, "You and Zhang Wei are very lucky, and I'm very lucky too."

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

Ziqiao said smugly, "Why would I bet with you if I wasn't absolutely certain?"

Xiao Xian was still unconvinced: "How could you possibly be 100% sure?"

"It's very simple."

After counting the scratch-off tickets, Zi Qiao slowly put them back in their place. He shrugged at Zeng Xiaoxian, who was skeptical, and said, "Because nobody really listens to your radio show."

"Nonsense, it's just a coincidence."

Ziqiao silently approached Zeng Xiaoxian, whose face was dark with anger: "Teacher Zeng, I'm not trying to discourage you, I just want you to face reality."

Xiaoxian pushed away Ziqiao who was approaching him with disdain: "The reality is: Lisa wants me to add a love story segment. She thinks highly of me and is giving me more opportunities."

"The opportunity has been given to you, but what's the use?"

Ziqiao asked, "Can you use this love story segment to turn the ratings around and ultimately deserve to be selected as the radio's best host?"

"I!"

Zeng Xiaoxian said hesitantly, "Where there's a will, there's a way. I can try my best."

"Teacher Zeng, if hard work were effective, what would be the point of being born into the right family and relying on luck?"

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

"Admit it, you're not suited to be a host for relationship advice programs."

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

Xiao Xian, enraged by this, retorted, "What good does it do you to keep belittling me?"

Ziqiao paused for a moment, then replied, "Physical and mental pleasure...wouldn't that count as a benefit?"

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

"Teacher Zeng! Teacher Zeng!"

Ziqiao quickly pulled Xiaoxian back, and said with a forced smile, "I was just joking with you."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Xiao Xian chuckled a few times with a blank expression: "Zi Qiao, you're so funny! I'm practically falling for you!"

Ziqiao chuckled: "Don't be obsessed with me, I'm the kind of man you can never have."

"Get lost!"

Xiao Xian plopped down, glaring at Zi Qiao with annoyance. "So what exactly did you want to achieve after all that rambling?"

"I?"

Ziqiao shrugged: "I was just happy to win, so I was showing off in front of you."

"If you were the one who won now, I bet you'd be the one gloating right now."

"Nonsense, do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Zeng Xiaoxian denied it verbally, but he knew in his heart that if he had won, he would definitely be singing and dancing in front of Ziqiao, shamelessly singing a victory song.

Just as Yifei said: the victor's mockery of the loser should be a privilege of the winner; the strong should ruthlessly humiliate the weak.

But now that I've become the unfortunate weakling, this feeling of humiliation is unbearable.

"Teacher Zeng, let me give you another piece of advice: 'When you're in life, don't waste your energy on things you're not good at.'"

Ziqiao said lazily, "Look at you, you're a TV program host now, and the deputy director of the channel at that."

"Whether you develop your career in the television industry and become a well-known host, or continue to rise in the management direction and become a senior leader, it's better than you being foolishly troubled by 'Your Moon, My Heart' right now."

"The decline of traditional radio programs is obvious even to a fool. If I were you, I wouldn't care whether I burped during the live broadcast or whether anyone listened to this outdated midnight horror show."

"Yo ho."

Zeng Xiaoxian scoffed, "Since when did an unemployed person like you become able to advise me on career planning?"

"Hey!"

Now Joe was also unhappy.

It's perfectly fine if Teacher Zeng gets angry and doesn't appreciate it if I kindly share some insightful opinions with him, but it's not very kind of him to turn around and mock me.

Is this a case of deliberately hurting each other to the very end?

"Since that's the case, Teacher Zeng, then I have no choice but to let you see the cruelty of this world."

As Ziqiao spoke, he took out his phone and showed Zeng Xiaoxian the Weibo account where he posted dating tutorials.

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

Xiao Xian sneered: "Tch, what can a Weibo account possibly have..."

"That's impossible!"

His contemptuous expression suddenly froze, and his pupils widened 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."

Zi Qiao nodded arrogantly, shrugged, and said smugly, "How about that? Aren't I amazing?"

Xiaoxian looked at him strangely: "So... you really bought followers?"

"No..." Ziqiao, realizing what was happening, said angrily, "That's not true. My fans are only attracted by my high-quality dating tutorials."

"But you've only been registered for less than half a month, isn't that a bit exaggerated?"

Xiaoxian remained skeptical.

"joke."

Ziqiao straightened his suit with a smug look and said with a disdainful gaze, "The person sitting in front of you now is the future most influential emotional blogger on Weibo—Teacher Lü Meng."

"The 30,000 followers you see now will only be a fraction of my follower count in a few years."

"wrong!"

Ziqiao raised an eyebrow with a smug look: "It might even be a tiny fraction of a fraction."

"Wow, wow, wow, amazing! Really amazing!"

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

"Watch out for those ex-girlfriends you've wronged; they might use your account to publicly shame and humiliate you online!"

"Jealousy? That's just pure jealousy."

Ziqiao, suppressing a mischievous glint in his eyes, asked, "By the way, Teacher Zeng, how many followers do you have on your Weibo account now?"

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

Zeng Xiaoxian's eyes darted around, and he said awkwardly, "While I do have slightly fewer fans than you, they are all long-time fans. Their quality and loyalty far surpass your new fans!"

"Mmm-hmm-hmm."

Ziqiao nodded in agreement, then asked with a smile, "So how many are there exactly?"

"I, I, I..."

Zeng Xiaoxian stammered and mumbled for a while, then simply resorted to pleading: "Hey, why should I tell you?"

"I'm not going to tell you, what can you do about it?"

"Tch, you think I wouldn't know just because you didn't tell me?"

Ziqiao looked down and switched his Weibo account to his personal account. He opened his following list and burst out laughing.

"Wow, Teacher Zeng, you have quite a few fans, a whopping 108."

"Let me see who's here: Nanfeng, Yifei, Xiaohei, Aunt Wang from the residents' committee, Aunt Bai from the street office... even the owner of the scallion pancake stall in our neighborhood is here."

He joked with a smile, "Teacher Zeng, if you gather all 108 fans together someday, we can go straight to Liangshan."

"So what if you have so many fans!"

Zeng Xiaoxian immediately lost his composure and said irritably, "So you're trying to use your number of fans to prove you're better than me at handling relationship issues?"

"That's not true. Didn't you say first that I, an unemployed person, couldn't guide your career planning? I just wanted to prove myself."

Ziqiao shrugged: "As for who's better at handling emotional issues..."

"30,000 against 108, I don't need to say who won or lost, right?"

Snapped!

Xiao Xian slapped his forehead in exasperation. He had completely forgotten that Lu Ziqiao was also a stubborn and competitive guy.

I've delivered myself right to his face, how could this bastard possibly hold back from showing off in front of me?

He sighed and said, "Alright, if you're going to give me guidance, then hurry up and do it. What kind of advice do you want to give me?"

"suggestion?"

Ziqiao thought for a moment and said, "Actually, it's not really advice. I just want you to stop being so nervous and not to waste too much time, energy, and emotions on something you're not good at and that has very low returns."

"You see, the facts have proven that whether you burp during the 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, "Isn't presenting my perfect self to the audience during a live broadcast what I'm supposed to do as a host?"

"But your professional skills aren't up to par. What good are professional ethics if you're not professional enough?"

Ziqiao said, "Do you believe I can boost the ratings of 'Your Moon, My Heart' by a huge 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 if you believe me or not?"

"I don't believe it."

Xiao Xian didn't believe Zi Qiao's nonsense: "Even a host as excellent as me can't boost the ratings, and you can't even get through the door of a radio station, what can you do?"

Are you challenging me?

Ziqiao slapped his thigh and said, "Very well, I accept your challenge."

"But this time we're going to bet bigger, double the stakes! A hundred scratch-off tickets, are you in?"

Xiao Xian thought about it seriously, and he really didn't believe that Zi Qiao, an outsider, could boost the listenership of his show.

Besides, if Ziqiao can really do it, then the increase in listenership will also benefit him.

Thinking that he couldn't lose out no matter what, Xiaoxian nodded emphatically.

"bet!"

(End of this chapter)