Like a gentleman, he slowly landed, placed his right hand over his chest, bowed slightly toward the audience, and walked toward the judges' seats.
The moment he turned, the distant camera still caught the enormous words on his back: "Old Xu Delivery, mission guaranteed."
There were even little sequins stuck to them, glittering in the sunlight. It was hard not to notice.
Coupled with his slow pace, that day... who knew how many members of the human race learned a certain name.
Old Xu Delivery.
Xu Yuanqing's business had barely begun, yet it had become a nationwide sensation right after registration.
Perhaps... that was his unique charm.
As for such an unconventional idea, he would absolutely never admit that, late one quiet night, he had humbly sought advice from someone covered head to toe in plaster casts.
He, Xu Yuanqing, was a monstrous genius when it came to entrepreneurship.
It was just a little publicity.
As if he needed...
He had just sat down in the judges' seats when he saw a staff member pushing the lottery box forward. Xu Yuanqing froze.
The box was shaped like a gold ingot.
Prominent lettering was printed on it, too.
"Courtesy of Gold Ingot Group."
As though realizing something, Xu Yuanqing sprang up without regard for appearances, his sharp gaze sweeping the surroundings.
The audience seats all bore Gold Yuanbao logos.
Even the camera operators responsible for the livestream...
Were wearing Gold Ingot Group uniforms.
For a moment, Xu Yuanqing sank back into his seat in a daze, his mind wandering.
So... the tricks he had been playing all along were actually this amateurish.
All they had to do was throw money at it and sponsor the whole event.
Was this the power of capital?
He wanted to cry, but had no tears.