*If you haven't noticed, I actually have a decent young man here. I'll DM his personal info to you.*

Xiao Hui was ecstatic. She held up her phone to show her husband, "Look, these people are actually breaking precedent to set our daughter up with someone."

Ouyang Mingyue was displeased. "Our daughter is so outstanding. Who asked them to set her up?"

"Hey, I was just making a comment. You don't know this, but our girl used to be the bane of all matchmakers. Anyone who was introduced to her was scared off. Eventually, it got to the point where no one dared to try anymore."

"Now that they've heard our daughter makes a million a year, here they come again, one by one. I guess they're not afraid anymore?"

"Alright, don't meddle. We still have to ask for our girl's opinion on her own matters," Ouyang Mingyue said. "Besides, didn't she bring a boyfriend home for you to see? Whether he's real or fake, we should at least give her that courtesy."

Soon, they received a call from their daughter to go down for dinner.

How to describe the meal? Well... it was too extravagant. One dinner cost more than their entire year's worth of pension funds. The two of them kept saying it was far too much for them.

After dinner, Sun Dasheng left. Ouyang Jiani stayed at the hotel to keep her parents company.

"Mom, Dad, listen to me," she said, finally deciding to come clean. "Right now, I mainly want to focus on my career. I want to accomplish more while I'm young so I don't have regrets later. After all, my Master has given me such a great platform. Wouldn't I be letting down all his hard work if I didn't cherish it?"

She told them that her Master was just a shield she had hired. The old couple said they understood, but they were clearly a little upset.

Accompanied by their daughter, the two of them fully experienced the hustle and bustle of Dahu City before flying back to the Capital a couple of days later. Sun Dasheng went to see them off.

That night, after sending them off, he was in the middle of some 'exercise' in bed when he received a call from his good apprentice.

"Hello, what's up?"

"Ma...ster... could you... come pick me up..."

Hearing the unusual strain in his apprentice's voice, he immediately asked, "What's wrong? Okay, stop talking. Just send me your location. I'll be right there."

Putting the phone away, Sun Dasheng pulled out.

Xiang Yiren, who was beneath him, turned her head, a look of unfulfillment on her face. "What happened?"

"My apprentice is in a bit of trouble. I have to go. If you're still not satisfied, go play with your two sisters."

He knew he wasn't always around, and women get lonely. The women would sometimes play little games among themselves. He turned a blind eye to these things. As long as they weren't fooling around with outsiders, he tacitly approved.

"Tch! The things you say." Xiang Yiren would die before admitting to anything like that.

"Alright, be good. I'm leaving now." Sun Dasheng gave her large rear a pat, put on his clothes, and left.

「Fuguo Grand Hotel.」

It was the same five-star hotel where Ouyang Jiani's parents had stayed. The location she had just sent was right here.

In a private room inside the hotel, a very drunk Ouyang Jiani finally sensed that something was wrong. She took the opportunity to go to the restroom and called her Master for help.

Why didn't she just run?

Well, it wasn't that severe. It was just that this client in front of her was only taking advantage of her verbally, without any other substantial actions.

"Miss Ouyang, my previous offer still stands," said the main figure of tonight's dinner. He was the regional manager for the cosmetics brand that had been selling so well on XinXin Media's livestream. "If you chug this bottle, I can drop our factory's price by another five points for you."

The main reason for this dinner was to negotiate the purchase price down by a few more percentage points to secure greater profits for her company.

This cosmetics brand, though niche, was not some unknown fake. The price was difficult to negotiate. After several attempts, he had finally relented, but his condition was deeply humiliating. He wanted her to chug an entire bottle of hard liquor on the spot. The alcohol content wasn't low, either. Isn't he trying to make me embarrass myself and end up in the hospital getting my stomach pumped?

Of course, if it were only that, Ouyang Jiani might have grit her teeth and done it for the sake of her work.

The problem was the bald, middle-aged man in his forties or fifties sitting before her. The way he looked at her was unsettling, and his words seemed to carry other implications. But he was also a crafty old fox and never spelled anything out, probably afraid of being recorded and exposed online. With so many scandals surfacing recently, these seasoned players had learned to be more guarded with their words, daring only to hint and insinuate.

This was the situation Ouyang Jiani found herself in. She was extremely uncomfortable but felt powerless to do anything about it, as he hadn't said anything explicitly out of line.

"Manager Ouyang is a lady, Mr. Wen. How can you bully a woman? How about I drink it for you?" Ouyang Jiani's public relations manager, who had set up the deal, proved reliable in the clutch and stepped up to intervene.

To his surprise, Mr. Wen, who was usually so friendly with him, gave him no face this time. "Who the hell are you?" he snapped, his anger palpable after being interrupted. "I'm drinking with your company's boss. What gives a junior PR manager like you the right to butt in?"

The PR manager's face darkened, but he was helpless. He was the one begging for the deal, after all.

In the current live-streaming e-commerce market, the supply-and-demand dynamic was clear. The top-tier streamers had every brand begging for a spot. The second-tier streamers had a more collaborative relationship with brands; they could pick and choose, and partnerships were formed if they saw eye to eye. Then there was the next tier, which was where XinXin Media found itself—stuck in the middle.

They had to plead with brands for products because the brand effect was significant. The more high-end brands featured on your livestream, the more legitimate your channel appeared, enhancing its overall image. It was no wonder this Mr. Wen felt so confident in his position. Famous streamers were all fighting over his company's products.

"Mr. Wen, please calm down. Peace brings wealth..."

"And who the hell are you to talk to me..." The man's words caught in his throat. He broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the newcomer. He scrambled away from the dinner table, practically crawling as he fell to his knees before Sun Dasheng.

"Director Sun! I can't believe you're here, sir!"

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