Chapter 622: Chapter 641: The Foolish Qian Song Heir
This was definitely some good news for a change.
She wiped off her sweat, took a shower, and by the time she left the lounge, it was already almost 12:30. After having lunch with Mrs. Ai’er, Jiang Qiuqiu went home.
’A nap, then I’ll unpack the ingredients, and it’ll be time for today’s stream.’
’Maybe I should chat with Little Panda before I sleep.’
’I wonder if he’s in a meeting.’ Jiang Qiuqiu thought for a moment, then sent a message: *Eating alone is so boring.*
No reply.
’This is the downside of having such a busy boyfriend, I guess.’
Sighing softly, an idea struck her. She went on the Star Network and searched the words "Imperial Blade." Instantly, countless interview videos and photos popped up.
There were photos of a younger, less seasoned Mo Si, taken on military campaigns.
There were annual videos celebrating his birthday.
There were combat videos.
And there were interviews—some quite interesting ones, too!
In one interview from years ago, a young reporter from the official state media had actually asked the Major General if he had ever thought about what his future wife would be like.
He must have only been twenty-eight or twenty-nine at the time. Compared to the calm and composed man he was now, he was far more sharp-edged and candid back then.
"I haven’t."
"I’ve never thought about having a wife."
"Then what does the Major General think about during peacetime?"
His expression was serious. "I think about how to make the military stronger."
’I should really forward these videos to him.’
No sooner said than done. After fiddling with her terminal for a bit, she started to feel drowsy. Just as Jiang Qiuqiu was about to rest for a while, her terminal chimed again.
It wasn’t a priority contact. Jiang Qiuqiu frowned. ’Who would be messaging me at this hour?’
She looked... it was a friend request?
Note: Federation Livestreaming Executive.
"..."
’An executive?’
She accepted the friend request, and a message quickly came through from the other side.
Qian Song: Is this Jiang Qiuqiu? I’m your new superior. Let me introduce myself. My name is Qian Song, and I’m the managing director of the Food Zone.
He threw out a bunch of lofty-sounding titles.
Jiang Qiuqiu sent back a question mark.
Qian Song: I’m very dissatisfied with the career plan your previous superior laid out for you. I’m going to give you a new one. Are you free? I’ll send you a call request.
Viewing the person on the other end as a pillar of the platform, a cash cow, a perfect product, Qian Song was trying to be restrained in his speech.
But his courtesy was clearly not appreciated.
Jiang Qiuqiu: No time.
Qian Song: ...
Qian Song: You need to be clear about your own status. You’re just a streamer. The platform promotes you, so you’re number one. If the platform doesn’t promote you, do you understand where you’ll end up?
Qian Song: Don’t make me do this the hard way. The fact that I want to talk to you is me giving you face—giving the number one streamer face. If you continue to be so unruly...
He left an ellipsis, letting her imagine the consequences.
But Jiang Qiuqiu clearly wasn’t in the mood for imagination: And you’ll do what?
Qian Song: Then there will no longer be a place for you in the Food Zone.
He sent Jiang Qiuqiu screenshots of several beautiful new food streamers and "god-tier" chef streamers the platform had recently started promoting.
Qian Song: You are not the only one.
’Her profile says she’s just a young woman in her twenties,’ he thought. ’That should be enough to scare her, right?’
’So much cringey anime-villain energy. Does he really think he’s some domineering CEO?’
’How stupid. If this is the app’s successor, then it won’t be long before the whole thing goes under.’
It was exhausting just talking to someone like that. Jiang Qiuqiu yawned, then deleted and blocked him. This afternoon would probably be her last stream under the "Number One Streamer" title.
Her next stream wouldn’t be for another week. By then, the contract termination lawsuit would likely be over.
As she drifted between sleep and wakefulness, Jiang Qiuqiu weighed the intelligence of this "heir" and thought to herself—
’He probably wouldn’t be stupid enough to insist on banning my account right after the contract is terminated, would he?’
’If he really does ban it, that could be pretty interesting.’
’Is there any move that would make people more curious about a streamer’s future than the platform officially banning their account?’
’None.’
