"They're really offering that much? Holy shit!" Wang Xiaoliang swore.
"Livestream selling is that insane?"
Wei Zijin nodded repeatedly.
"When Xiao Mo offered those terms, his operations staff were right there, nodding like mad."
"One of the directors showed me the backend sales figures outright. The number was so long I could barely count the digits."
"These people deal with money every day. There was no way they were faking that."
"A young woman beside them chimed in, saying the goods a top streamer sells on Singles' Day alone could match a whole year's sales at the biggest mall in Jiangcheng."
Wei Zijin poked Wang Xiaoliang in the chest.
"Does that mess with your crappy supermarket even count as a problem anymore?"
"This is fate. You've just freed up your time, and from now on, you're my personal bodyguard and full-time assistant."
"Truly up close and personal..." Wei Zijin arched an eyebrow at Wang Xiaoliang.
But Wang Xiaoliang missed the double meaning in her words.
His head was buzzing.
Ten million.
And that was just the guaranteed minimum.
The world had gone mad.
He swallowed, his head filled with thoughts of getting rich overnight.
He strode over in two steps and gripped Wei Zijin's waist with both hands.
Wei Zijin was just about to get up when her feet lifted straight off the floor.
Wang Xiaoliang pulled her into his arms and began showering kisses over her face and neck.
"Stop it! That tickles!"
Laughing, Wei Zijin pushed at his face.
Wang Xiaoliang froze as something suddenly struck him.
"Then what about the station? You've agreed to resign?"
Once you gave up a permanent staff position, you couldn't get it back.
Wei Zijin leaned in and brushed her lips against his.
"Of course I'm resigning."
"Leaving now means bowing out