The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

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.]

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.

Yet, even in high heels, she was still not as tall as Ying Zijin, and trying to look down on her seemed awkward and out of place.

But Su Ruan didn’t care; she was scornful, “In the future, you better hope I don’t see you trying to buy anything, because if I do, I’ll make sure you can’t get it, understand?”

Fu Yihan warned her to stay away from Fu Yunshen and not to meddle in his affairs.

But Ying Zijin was just a little girl—how could she possibly bully her?

Did she not know why Ying Zijin would have a Black Gold Card from Lorentz Bank? Wasn’t it given by Fu Yunshen?

Relying on a man won’t last long.

Once Old Master Fu passed away, what would Fu Yunshen and Ying Zijin do then?

In Ying Zijin’s fingers was still clutched the Black Gold Card from Lorentz Bank.

Upon hearing these words, she looked up, her eyes showing indifference.

Still full of arrogance, Su Ruan was about to say something else when the manager of the jade store suddenly hurried over.

The manager first bowed apologetically to the girl before turning to Su Ruan.

However, his face no longer held reverence, but a polite distance: “Sorry, Young Madam Fu, we cannot sell you this jade stone.”

Su Ruan’s face changed, and her smile froze on her lips: “What do you mean by this?”

“I’m truly sorry,” the manager said, without a hint of actual apology, “just now, Seventh Young Master bought this store. He said that from now on, nothing from this store will be sold to Young Madam Fu.”

The color drained from Su Ruan’s face.

It was Fu Yunshen again!

Every time she suffered this kind of humiliation, it was because of Fu Yunshen.

Su Ruan couldn’t take this kind of degradation anymore and had lost all face to stay.

Her former arrogance vanished, her face burning with shame as she picked up her bag and left in a disheveled state.

The manager wiped his sweat.

Who would have thought that Seventh Young Master Fu, known as “the number one playboy of Shanghai City,” would be so generous, buying a store for a woman.

The jade store’s business was not bad, and the owner would not have sold it if there hadn’t been an emergency.

The reason it was acquired by Fu Yunshen was that he offered double the price.

A property worth thirty million, he had paid sixty million.

“Miss Ying, Seventh Young Master said that whatever you like, just take it,” the manager was very polite, “even if you empty the store, it’s no problem.”

Hearing this, Ying Zijin looked at the jade stone in her hand and fell into silence: “…”

She had planned to buy a jade stone to consecrate and ward off disaster for him, so why did he buy an entire store?

“No need,” Ying Zijin rubbed her head, “just wrap this piece up for me.”

The other jade stones were good, but they couldn’t ward off disaster.

They would be of no use to her.

“Sure, sure, sure.” Not letting the salesgirl handle it, the manager personally took out a gift box to wrap up the jade stone.

Ying Zijin carried the gift bag outside and, sure enough, saw the man leaning against the car door.

“Little friend—” Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrows, his voice usual casual and languid, his peachy eyes captivating, “do you have something you want to say to me?”

Ying Zijin glanced at him, “Yes.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re squandering money.”

“…”

Ying Zijin tossed the gift bag to him: “This is for you.”

“For me?” Fu Yunshen was somewhat surprised, his peachy eyes curving, “Thank you, Yaoyao.”

Ying Zijin sat in the passenger seat, yawning as she leaned against the window: “Where are you going?”

“Century Mall.” Fu Yunshen started the car, “Little friend, just stay in the car later. I’ll get you something too, keep some mystery.”

**

Century Mall.

Biman, as a top-tier luxury brand of the century, only had boutiques in the capital and Shanghai City.

Inside Century Mall, a substantial area was naturally allotted for Biman.

Fu Mingcheng was here, having scheduled to meet with Biman’s person in charge to assess fragrances and balm created by Imperial Fragrance House.

He noticed that the shop staff, including the main lobby manager, were all very nervous.

A bit puzzled, Fu Mingcheng asked, “Are you conducting staff training?”

“Oh, about that.” A staff member laughed, “Mr. Fu, you’re quite fortunate. Today, the Chief Executive is coming here for inspection, so that’s why they’re all so nervous.”

“Chief Executive?” Fu Mingcheng’s expression shifted, “The Chief Executive of Venus Group?”

If it were just a director of Biman, the staff wouldn’t address them this way.

But Biman was just one of many brands under the Venus Group, and this was only a Hua Country branch—why would the Chief Executive of Venus Group be coming here?

But none of that mattered. What was important was that if he could meet the Chief Executive of Venus Group and get connected.

The Fu Family would not just break into the capital’s circuits but into the international scene as well.

Even Fu Mingcheng couldn’t help but feel a little thrilled.

He straightened his tie, a bit nervous himself.

Then he saw a familiar person entering Century Mall.

Fu Mingcheng frowned, his expression cooling significantly, with an added touch of dislike.

How was it that Fu Yunshen was everywhere?