166: Chapter 166 You need to have some ambition. One day, you'll earn money with your head held high!

Is Mi Xier easier to deal with than me?

Xia Ning was taken aback. She immediately understood An Ke's intention and felt a bit surprised.

This An Ke actually hasn't given up yet?

And she actually wants to use a loose woman like Mi Xier to pry Qin Xun away?

She rested her chin on her hands, staring at An Ke's message, her gaze gradually turning cold.

"Pretending to be weak? I don't know how."

"An eye for an eye, fighting fire with fire—that, I can do."

...

The interviews for the applicants were held as scheduled.

Xia Ning was noble and cold, and although she wasn't fierce, she still exerted immense pressure on the interviewees.

After a day of screening, she finally confirmed four marketing planners and four planning assistants to start their trial work.

Because tomorrow is Thursday and the day after is the holiday, she told these people to start working next Monday.

...

Qin Xun stayed in the office all day.

Playing games, dancing, teaching Mi Xier to dance, and watching Mi Xier dance.

Mi Xier was exhausted and drenched in sweat, her clothes soaked through.

Suddenly.

While Qin Xun was playing a game, he heard Mi Xier let out an "Ouch."

He looked over.

He saw Mi Xier had fallen to the floor, her tight dress dampened by sweat, creating dark patches that only added to her allure.

She bit her lip lightly, looking pitiful, and reached out a hand, saying coquettishly.

"President Qin, please help me up."

Qin Xun lowered his head and continued playing his game.

"Help you my ass."

Immediately after.

He heard a "thud." It wasn't quiet; it sounded like a palace maid hitting a pillar in a TV show.

He was startled and looked up.

He saw Mi Xier kneeling on the floor, her head against the carpet, her butt stuck high in the air.

"President Qin, I beg you for one thing."

Hearing her solemn tone, Qin Xun put his legs down and put away his phone.

"As long as it's not wanting to sleep with me or borrowing money, everything else is negotiable."

Mi Xier raised her head; her forehead was covered in sweat, leaving a gray smudge.

"The 'the wind rises' group is about to start the draw."

"But Song Ying says I have a criminal record because I kidnapped you to the hotel."

"She wants to take all the prize tickets that my video likes were supposed to be exchanged for and keep them for herself."

Qin Xun remembered.

Back then, he had tricked these influencers into driving traffic for Dudu Tea and gave them "the wind rises" as a reward.

The influencers discussed and decided to adopt a lottery mode.

After Dudu Tea reopened, they would count all the likes within a week and calculate the proportion for each influencer.

Then, they would calculate the number of tickets each person received based on that proportion and hold a draw.

Qin Xun looked at Mi Xier and asked.

"How many tickets do you have?"

Mi Xier replied.

"A total of 103 tickets. Because I used the 'first suppress, then elevate' strategy that President Qin gave me, and edited the video well, I got 36 tickets in total."

"One-third, which is 12 tickets, has to be given to Song Ying."

"Song Ying herself has 15 tickets."

Hearing this, Qin Xun laughed.

"This little Song Ying, her heart is so black!"

"She's taking almost half."

Mi Xier knelt on the floor. Seeing Qin Xun laughingly scold Song Ying with such intimacy, her heart sank.

She didn't give up and begged.

"President Qin, please put in a word for me."

"Can you leave me 6 tickets? I also want to try if I can change my fate with a song."

Qin Xun looked at Mi Xier kneeling on the floor, remembering that she had started kneeling to beg for money since she was 13, and her back seemed to have never straightened up. Suddenly, he felt a bit sorry for her.

"What 6?"

"Your sin of kidnapping me—aren't you dancing to atone for it right now?"

"We're even."

"You won't lose a single one of your 24 tickets."

Mi Xier was stunned, her eyes involuntarily turning red.

Qin Xun picked up his phone and sent a voice message to Xia Ning.

[Xia Ning, tell Song Ying that in the upcoming draw, the number of tickets that should belong to Mi Xier will belong to Mi Xier.]

As soon as the message was sent, the stone in Mi Xier's heart immediately fell, and she raised the back of her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes.

She knew that Song Ying blindly worshipped Qin Xun; as long as Qin Xun spoke, Song Ying would definitely listen.

Qin Xun looked at Mi Xier, who was kneeling on the floor wiping her tears, and said in a deep voice.

"Don't kneel and kowtow at every turn next time."

"You need to have some ambition. One day, you will earn money while standing tall!"

But he saw that Mi Xier still didn't get up, instead swaying her body while kneeling on the floor.

"The point of me kneeling right now isn't my knees, but my..."

"Do you think it's perky?"

Qin Xun sneered.

"It's quite perky."

Mi Xier said something shocking, her voice soft and sticky.

"Then, President Qin... come behind me!"

Suddenly!

The door was pushed open violently!

Xia Ning walked in, looked down at Mi Xier, and without saying a word, raised her foot and kicked her on the butt.

"Get lost."

Mi Xier rolled with the momentum, curled up in the corner of the wall, blushing.

Xia Ning walked up to Qin Xun and held her phone out in front of him.

"Here is an invitation. Douyin, in collaboration with Mango TV, is creating the Douyin Wonder Night, and they are inviting you to be a singing guest."

"It's the night after tomorrow."

"Are you going?"

Qin Xun was taken aback, pointing at himself.

"Me?"

Xia Ning explained.

"When I was conveying your instructions to Song Ying just now."

"She mentioned this matter to me. She had been invited a long time ago."

"Yesterday, an influencer had throat problems, and they were short one person, so she highly recommended you to the production team."

"The production team probably considered your recent traffic on the internet and sent the invitation this afternoon; I just saw it."

Qin Xun waved his hand.

"Not going, not going."

"Who wants to be a backup?"

"The performance is the day after tomorrow, and they only invite me today. There's no sincerity at all."

Mi Xier knew that Douyin Wonder Night featured many A-list celebrities and some influencers with explosive traffic on Douyin; being invited was a very honorable thing. An edge-playing streamer like her would never have this kind of opportunity.

She stood up, supporting herself against the wall, and looked at Qin Xun.

"President Qin, I advise you to consider it seriously."

"Once you make some connections in the singing and film circles, who knows? You might suddenly shed your influencer identity and become a household name!"

Qin Xun waved his hand.

"Forget it!"

"It's boring. What if some rich woman takes a fancy to me? I'd be in danger."

Xia Ning put away her phone and turned to leave. When she passed by Mi Xier, she didn't even look at her, saying coldly.

"I am the champion of the 7th Haicheng Children's Taekwondo Competition, so you'd better behave yourself."

She walked out and closed the door.

Mi Xier was confused.

"President Qin, what does she mean by that?"

Qin Xun laughed.

"She means that if you tease me again, she's going to pull your hair out!"

Mi Xier: "..."

Isn't Taekwondo about using your feet?

How do you pull hair?

...

Qin Xun continued playing his game.

Mi Xier sat on the sofa, watching the messages in the [the wind rises] group.

Song Ying sent a link.

She clicked on it.

She saw a panel with 103 squares, each square written with an influencer's ID.

She had 24 prize tickets, occupying 24 squares.

The order of the names had already been shuffled.

Mi Xier took a deep breath.

"President Qin, if I win the prize later, I'll streak in the office to celebrate, is that okay?"

Qin Xun, while playing his game, said casually.

"Suit yourself."

He didn't believe for a second that she could win.

In the group.

Song Ying sent a message.

[Start!]

A glowing cursor flashed rapidly across the 103 squares.

The countdown began.

60, 59, 58, 57

...

Mi Xier's breathing became heavier and heavier.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

She held her breath.

The cursor stopped.

Of the 103 squares, all the others turned gray; only one square remained lit.

Written on it was: Mi Xier.