The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300: 289 Fu Mingcheng, this is the Executive Director of Venus Group [2 updates]

This popularity, even the top recognized anchor in the game section can’t compare.

The audience was very clear that such personal information can’t be faked, whoever dares to fake it, might as well throw their reputation to the ends of the earth.

No one would be that foolish.

[Fuck!!! It’s true!]

[Told you the god-tier player wouldn’t lie, haters better take note!]

[Nah, god-tier player, can you show your face? We don’t even know your gender yet.]

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Ying Zijin hadn’t seen this barrage, she had logged off.

She had no interest in showing her face; it wasn’t going to make her any money.

Since it was a study livestream, there was no need for all that unnecessary flair.

After Ying Zijin’s livestream ended, as expected, she topped the Weibo trending searches.

#Global Top Rank, Shark Host#

Two hot keywords directly pushed the entry to the top of the trending list.

Then netizens began digging into who the host was, some even going so far as to approach the management of the Shark Live Broadcasting Platform.

But they were told that even the management didn’t know who the host was.

They had invited the host to offline events numerous times, but had never received any response.

The management had something they dared not say, having sent messages so frequently, they had already been blacklisted by Ying Zijin.

Ying Zijin wasn’t surfing the internet, and was unaware of the discussions among netizens; instead, she went out to check on Old Master Fu’s health.

Old Master Fu had awakened, and upon seeing her, he heartily greeted her, “Zijin, how do you get along with Xiao Qi?”

“Mhm, quite well,” Ying Zijin, pinching his wrist, subtly infused a wisp of Inner Strength, “He’s a good person.”

Old Master Fu appeared to breathe a sigh of relief, “That’s good, that’s really good.”

After saying so, he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Ying Zijin furrowed her brows.

She indeed hadn’t found any major issues with Old Master Fu’s health.

If talking about minor issues, those were common among the elderly.

But why was Old Master Fu sleeping so much?

“Grandpa, you should let Grandpa Fu stay here for a while,” Ying Zijin suggested, “Talk with him more.”

Master Zhong agreed to each point.

He shook his head and sighed, covering Old Master Fu with a blanket, full of worry.

**

The next day was the weekend.

Ying Zijin went to Shao Ren Hospital to order some new medicinal materials, then went to stroll the central commercial pedestrian street.

She wasn’t planning to buy anything, until she noticed a store that sold jade stones.

Ying Zijin walked in, straight to a glass display case, “Excuse me, I’d like to look at this piece of jade…”

The receptionist at the counter heard her request and opened the glass display, removing the jade pendant from the mannequin.

Ying Zijin received it and turned it over in her palm.

Cool to the touch, it was a good piece of jade.

But that wasn’t the most important aspect.

The most important was that this piece of jade could ward off disasters.

Jade is believed to be spiritual, a notion that dates back to ancient Hua Country.

If the jade worn by a person cracked, it meant it had shielded its owner from a disaster once.

However, not all jade stones have this effect.

Ying Zijin had also visited Jade Pavilion but, unfortunately, hadn’t found any jade that met her criteria.

This piece of jade, however, was different.

At least it could help its wearer block a fatal injury once.

Seeing the young girl, simply dressed in casual clothes with no branded attire, the receptionist thought Ying Zijin probably couldn’t afford it.

Yet her professionalism didn’t allow her to show any other expression; she remained polite, “Miss, let me help you try it on.”

“No need,” Ying Zijin contained herself, “It’s a gift for someone.”

Hearing this, the receptionist gently reminded her, “Miss, this piece of jade has just arrived from the Oceania; it’s quite expensive, priced at eight hundred and eighty thousand.”

Ying Zijin didn’t say another word and drew the Lorentz Bank Black Card.

“I’ll take this one.” But just then, a rude voice barged in, “Wrap it up for me.”

The receptionist was startled, looking up, her attitude immediately became one of respect, “Young Madam Fu.”

“One million, no need for change,” Su Ruan, wrapped in a red shawl, high heels clicking as she walked in without a single glance at the girl, slapped down a bank card, “The rest is for your tip.”

The receptionist hesitated, not moving.

“What’s the matter?” Su Ruan sneered, “I am a VIP of your shop; you don’t sell to me, but you’d rather sell to her?”

The receptionist hesitated for a moment and looked towards Ying Zijin; the intention was clear.

Faced with a regular customer or Young Madam Fu from the Fu Family, the receptionist naturally couldn’t afford to offend the latter.

Su Ruan breathed a sigh of relief, raising her head high.

Su Ruan couldn’t take this kind of degradation anymore and had lost all face to stay. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}