Chapter 20 Part 1: The Real Estate Feng Shui Trap

As the situation developed, Qianyang’s name hung on the trending lists of major social media platforms for an entire week.

 

While discussions raged online, Qing Ning platform’s download count once reached number one for the week and remained at the top for several hours.

 

During this time, Qianyang received a call from Qing Ning official, arranging to meet at the company at nine-thirty on Tuesday morning to discuss signing details.

 

Somehow, their contact information was leaked.

Qianyang and Yang Mao received over a dozen calls from other platforms extending invitations.

Although Qing Ning was the preferred choice, they did not completely reject other platforms, as the signing terms still needed appropriate adjustments.

 

Offers from other platforms could serve as bargaining chips in negotiations with Qing Ning.

 

The next day, at nine-thirty in the morning.

 

The two arrived at Qing Ning Live’s headquarters, located in Baimao Tower in the city center of Taihang City.

 

Standing at the base of the tower, looking up at the tall, majestic building, a great dream was born in Qianyang’s heart!

 

She patted Yang Mao beside her and said, “Dear apprentice, what do you think about building the Qian family ancestral home to look like this?”

 

Qianyang’s tone was completely serious.

She even seemed eager to try.

 

Yang Mao turned his head expressionlessly and asked, “Master, do you know how much it costs to rent one floor of Baimao Tower?”

 

“How much?”

 

“Nearly twenty million yuan a year.”

 

After all, Qianyang was still new to this world and had little concept of money down the mountain.

She hesitated.

“Is that… expensive?”

 

Yang Mao said, “Master, based on the originally agreed two-year, five-million signing fee, you would need to sign with Qing Ning for eight years, eating nothing and drinking nothing, just to afford one year’s rent for one floor of Baimao Tower.”

 

Qianyang: “…”

So expensive?

She wanted it even more!

 

She patted his shoulder earnestly and said, “Apprentice, this is your master’s future goal.”

 

The two entered the building.

With a prior appointment, they took the elevator directly to the sixty-sixth floor.

 

Exiting the elevator, Qianyang saw a large sign reading “Qing Ning Media.”

 

The entire floor seemed to belong to Qing Ning Media.

 

“Master Qianyang, you’ve arrived?”

 

Just then, a man walked out of the company and extended his right hand toward them.

“I’m the person in charge who contacted you yesterday.

My surname is Li.”

 

Yang Mao stepped forward, shook his hand, and smiled.

“Hello, Mr. Li.

I’m Yang Mao.

This is my master, Qianyang.”

 

Qianyang nodded politely, then looked around curiously.

 

“Please come in.

We’ll discuss the signing shortly.”

 

Mr. Li led them to a break room and brewed tea for them.

“This is Da Hong Pao that our boss specially had prepared.

Please try it.

Then I’ll show you around the company.”

 

“Okay, thank you, Boss Li,” Yang Mao said.

 

Qianyang took a sip.

Bitter, with no lingering sweetness.

Not particularly good tea.

 

After sitting for a few minutes, Mr.Li suggested a tour.

 

Along the way, Mr. Li introduced everything.

Yang Mao asked curiously, “Mr. Li, is the rent here very high?”

 

Mr. Li smiled.

“No rent.

Our Qing Ning platform is small-time.

How could we afford such expensive tower space?”

 

“Then what is it?”

 

Mr. Li said, “To be honest, our boss comes from a good family.

He has a cousin who is the chairman of a multinational group.

This floor was allocated by that cousin for him to play around with.”

 

Hearing this, Yang Mao couldn’t help but show envy.

He sighed.

“Indeed, being born well beats working hard.”

 

Qianyang said, “A whole floor this big, just for him to play with?”

 

Mr. Li explained, “Our boss just graduated from university.

He planned to start his own streaming company, which is now Qing Ning platform.

Although he’s the nominal boss, the funds and the space were actually provided by that cousin, the chairman.”

 

“I see.”

Yang Mao nodded.

 

So this was just a rich second-daughter playing around?

How great to have money.

 

At this point, Mr. Li looked at Qianyang with a beaming smile.

“Our boss not only has a good family background, his luck is also incredibly good!

In the two months since the platform launched, the company has been operating at a loss.

It was about to go under.

Then Master Qianyang appeared out of nowhere, saving us from disaster.”

 

Presumably, the rich second-daughter boss had just been trying it out, never expecting such a fortuitous result.

 

“This is our boss’s office.”

 

Mr. Li stopped with the two at a slightly ajar door.

 

He raised his hand and knocked.

“Boss, Master Qianyang has arrived.”

 

The door swung open a few inches.

Suddenly, Yang Mao seemed to sense something.

He shuddered, and goosebumps rose on his arms.

 

“Master…”

Yang Mao instinctively looked at Qianyang and noticed her expression had also turned serious.

The yin energy in this office was too heavy.

 

“Come in.”

A lazy voice came from inside.

 

Mr. Li pushed the door open and made a “please” gesture.

 

As the door opened, the view expanded.

Qianyang immediately saw the man at the desk opposite.

 

The man wore a blue suit, had a head of pink hair, and his legs were casually propped on the desk.

He held a phone, from which the crackling sounds of a game emanated.

 

The yin energy wasn’t coming from him.

 

Qianyang made that judgment immediately.

 

Instead, her gaze shifted elsewhere.

 

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window were two leather sofas.

Sunlight streamed through the glass onto them, but rather than feeling warm, it seemed to shine on ice, radiating endless chill.

 

A person with long hair sat on the sofa.

Their posture wasn’t entirely proper, but their bearing was elegant.

A laptop rested on their knees, and an earbud could be seen in their left ear.

 

The person was extremely good-looking, with downcast eyes, long lashes casting shadows beneath, a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and slightly pursed thin lips.

There was an inexplicable aggressiveness to their beauty, making it hard to tell if they were male or female.

 

Sensing Qianyang’s gaze, the person shifted their eyes slightly.

Their dark pupils suddenly looked at her.

 

Those eyes were completely devoid of emotion, as cold and icy as the aura surrounding them—so cold they seemed to shed frost.

 

Even sitting in the sunlight, this person exuded a withered, frozen aura from the inside out.

At this rate, they would surely not live long.

 

Qianyang couldn’t help but wonder what a person could have done to accumulate such heavy yin energy that even she was secretly alarmed.

 

“Your guests are here,” that person suddenly said.

 

Their voice was highly distinctive.

 

So good-looking, with such a pleasant voice.

What a pity—short-lived.

 

“Mm… wait a moment.

Let me finish this round,” the pink-haired man said.

 

The person frowned.

Before they could say a word, the pink-haired man, absorbed in his game, seemed to sense something.

He shuddered, sat up abruptly, dropped his legs from the desk, put down his phone, stood up straight, and strode toward Qianyang and the others.

 

“Master Qianyang, hello.

I’m the boss of Qing Ning platform, Fang Lie.”

The pink-haired man’s face was plastered with a false smile, but his eyes were full of lingering fear.

 

“Mr. Fang, hello.

I’m Yang Mao.

This is my master, Qianyang.”

 

Yang Mao was more skilled in social matters.

If signing hadn’t required her presence in person, Qianyang would have left everything to him.

 

Fang Lie led them to a meeting area and had an assistant pour tea.

 

“Master Qianyang, I didn’t expect you to look even younger than in the stream!”

Fang Lie said exaggeratedly.

 

Qianyang didn’t respond to that.

She asked, “Who is that?”

 

“Oh!”

Fang Lie slapped the table.

“Forgot to introduce him!

He’s the major shareholder of Qing Ning platform, and also my cousin, Song Yunli.”

 

Yang Mao was surprised.

“Cousin?

So young and already…”

Already the chairman of a multinational group?!

He had thought the cousin of Qing Ning’s boss would at least be middle-aged!

 

Fang Lie glanced at his cousin and lowered his voice.

“Can’t tell, right?

Let me tell you, although he looks like an angel, he’s actually a demon at heart…”

Before he finished, Qianyang elbowed him gently and said earnestly, “I suggest you don’t continue.”

 

She could already feel the yin energy around her growing heavier.

 

Fang Lie cleared his throat.

“Let’s get down to business.”

 

“The previously agreed five million signing fee…” Yang Mao was thinking about how to raise the price.

 

The traffic Qianyang had brought to the platform these past few days had made other platforms envious.

Their offers were much higher than before.

 

“Oh, we voted it down in a meeting,” Fang Lie said casually.

 

Qianyang and Yang Mao both froze.

“What do you mean?

You’re not giving five million anymore?”

 

“No, no!

My cousin said five million wouldn’t keep you.”

 

Qianyang nodded.

Your cousin is quite reasonable.

 

Yang Mao breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been wondering how to raise the price.

 

“Mr. Fang, since you understand, we won’t beat around the bush.”

Yang Mao straightened his expression.

“My master has generated enough traffic for the platform to support all of its streamers.

Five million for two years is too low.”

 

Fang Lie nodded in agreement.

“You’re right.

How much do you want?

I can consider it.”

 

Yang Mao didn’t answer directly.

He asked, “How much can your company offer?

To be honest, recently many platform representatives have contacted us.

Their platforms have more stable traffic and are offering good terms.

Of course, if the terms are right, we will prioritize Qing Ning.”

 

“How much can we offer?”

Fang Lie frowned, clearly not good at this.

He kept looking at Mr. Li and Song Yunli.

 

Song Yunli closed his laptop, removed his earbuds, and looked at them with his light, indifferent eyes.

 

“Fifty-seven million.

Sign for five years.”

 

Qianyang and Yang Mao simultaneously sat up straight, their eyes sparkling.

 

God of wealth!

This big cousin truly was a god of wealth!

 

Fang Lie looked at his cousin in disbelief.

“H-how much?!”

 

The Mr. Li beside him was also startled by the amount.

He couldn’t help looking at Qianyang and the others.

He had never seen anyone’s eyes shine so brightly.

 

Song Yunli still looked half-dead, completely enveloped in yin energy.

 

But in Qianyang’s eyes, he was practically an angel in the flesh!

 

“I’ve watched your stream content.

It exceeds my expectations.

There’s no need to waste time.

Fifty-seven million should be the highest offer right now.

But the corresponding terms will need to change.

The tip split remains 50/50, unchanged,” Song Yunli said.

 

When Qianyang entered, he had been watching stream replays.

 

Qianyang and Yang Mao exchanged glances.

Song Yunli was right.

Fifty-seven million for five years was the highest offer from any platform.

 

Xiaoyueliang platform had later contacted her, willing to offer up to fifty million for five years.

 

“What do you think?”

Song Yunli looked at them, his voice calm, as if everything was under control.

“…Deal.”

 

Without the expected verbal sparring, the signing was settled just like that.

 

After signing the contract, Song Yunli stood up.

 

The well-fitted suit perfectly showcased his proportions—broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs.

 

He raised his eyes and glanced at Fang Lie, his long hair falling on both sides of his cheeks, revealing his chiseled features, carrying an Eastern aesthetic quality.

 

It was rare to see a man with such striking beauty in real life.

 

“Handle the trivial matters yourself from now on,” Song Yunli said coolly.

 

For him, fifty-seven million was a trivial matter.

 

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Fang Lie nodded frantically, as if afraid that if he were a step slower, his cousin would wring his neck.

 

The two seemed close in age.

Why was Fang Lie so afraid of his cousin?

 

Song Yunli gave a slight nod to Qianyang and the others, then strode out of the office.

 

The three watched him leave.

When the office door closed, they heard both of them exhale in unison.

 

“Finally gone!”

“That scared me!”

 

“If he stayed any longer, I would have caught a cold!”

“Right, right!

My cousin is terrifying, isn’t he!”

 

In just a few minutes, Yang Mao and Fang Lie had already bonded over their shared fear.

 

Qianyang asked thoughtfully, “Has your cousin offended someone?”

 

Fang Lie said, “He’s offended too many people to count.

I couldn’t list them all with both hands and feet.”

 

Qianyang frowned.

“But that shouldn’t be the case.”

 

“What shouldn’t be the case?”

Fang Lie asked curiously.

 

Qianyang said with complete seriousness, “He’s so good-looking.

Even if he did something wrong, can’t he be forgiven?”

 

Fang Lie: “?”

Yang Mao: “?”

 

“Just because he’s good-looking, he can do whatever he wants?!”

 

Leaving Qing Ning Entertainment, the two took a car home.

 

Yang Mao asked, “Master, why is Chairman Song’s yin energy so heavy?

Even Sister Shuyi dared not get close.”

 

Qianyang said, “He has probably committed many misdeeds.

He will eventually die a violent death.”

 

At this, her tone shifted.

“What a pity he’s so good-looking.”

 

Qianyang’s eyes roamed over Yang Mao’s face.

She sighed.

“How nice it would be if that face were on you.

I could see it every day.”

 

Yang Mao: “…”

It seemed his master, besides being vengeful, was also someone who valued appearance—in short, a face-connoisseur.

 

After lunch and an hour’s rest, Qianyang started the day’s stream.

 

– Here, here.

– Why so late today?

Thumbs down.

– Where’s the ghost sister?

Where’s the ghost sister?

– Hehe, the streamer is soft-hearted despite her tough words.

Love her more.

 

Qianyang looked confused.

“What ghost sister?”

 

– Qin Shuyi!

– Streamer, can you let her say hello?

– Today I saw the photos Cangcang shared.

She and her biological parents went to burn incense for the ghost sister.

 

Qianyang said, “Qin Shuyi isn’t with me.

She has probably already reincarnated.”

 

– Nonsense!

– Senior Disciple Brother said it yesterday!

He can see the ghost sister now.

 

“He did not.

You misheard.”

Qianyang cleared her throat and continued, “Besides, you should believe in science.

There are no such things as ghosts or spirits in this world.

They’re all illusions.”

 

– ???

– Wait, are we abandoning everything?!

– Why are you badmouthing your own brand?!

– Have you forgotten what kind of streamer you are?

 

“Anyway, I would never keep a ghost by my side.”

 

“Ahhh!!”

Just then, Yang Mao’s terrified voice sounded in the stream.

 

“Don’t cosplay as a hanged ghost!”

 

Qianyang: “…”

 

– Haha.

– Got it, got it.

– Who’s cosplaying as a hanged ghost?

So hard to guess.

– Fine, fine.

No ghosts by your side.

– Fine, fine.

The ghost sister went to reincarnate.

 

During the stream, Qianyang mentioned that she had signed with Qing Ning platform.

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