After the Divorce, I Unlocked a Perfect Life
Chapter 156 - 122: You Do Pre-Sales, Zhao Fangfei Does After-Sales
Lin Jiang thought for a moment and recalled who this so-called Vanguard Officer was.
It was the guy from a few days ago who tried to scam him.
His name was Liu Hongquan, if he remembered correctly.
Lin Jiang still remembered a few things about him.
Based on what happened, he definitely should have been locked up.
But Liang Shuhuo had said that Liu Hongquan had a powerful sister and brother-in-law from a wealthy family.
’Did they use their connections to smooth things over, turning a big issue into a small one, and a small one into nothing?’
Judging by the game notification, that seemed to be the only explanation.
’Goes to show, scumbags are always causing trouble, and losers are full of tricks.’
’Can’t believe he even has a ’resurrection’ in his playbook.’
Stretching, Lin Jiang got up and walked out of the bedroom. He saw Qin Yangyang in the kitchen, making breakfast.
Hearing the noise from the doorway, she hurried over.
"I lost 2.2 pounds yesterday! I can’t believe I lost that much."
’Two pounds of that were from my help,’ he thought. ’The other 0.2 must have been from her own efforts.’
"So, you believe in my secret method now?"
"I don’t have a choice but to believe it now. But I still don’t get it. I didn’t really do much yesterday, yet the change in my weight is so drastic."
"Why do you think it’s a secret method? The whole point is for you to lose weight without even noticing."
Lin Jiang smiled at Qin Yangyang. "And remember, that’s just the effect from wearing a swimsuit. If you wore something else, the results would be even better."
"I don’t mind either way. I’m just worried a *certain someone* won’t be able to handle it. What if you end up having a sleepless night?" Qin Yangyang teased.
"You think that’s a problem? Are you looking down on me?"
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do, go find that saleswoman?"
Huh???
’Are all lawyers this good at jumping to conclusions?’
"You know, you just gave me an idea. Finding her might actually be useful," Lin Jiang said with a straight face.
"You can be pre-sales, and she can be after-sales. That would solve the problem perfectly."
"Pre-sales and after-sales? What does that even mean? That’s so weird."
Lin Jiang let out a sly chuckle, leaned close to Qin Yangyang’s ear, and whispered something.
"How dare you!"
Qin Yangyang cried out, her hand instinctively going for his waist.
"Hey, you can’t blame me for this. You have only yourself to blame."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Doing yoga in a swimsuit... Who could possibly resist that?"
"I’m still going to do it. And you’ll just have to deal with it. Now hurry up and eat."
[You have gained favor with NPC Qin Yangyang. Affinity +10.]
[Affinity: 30]
[Reward: 1,000,000 NPC Special Development Fund. Has been deposited into your account.]
Lin Jiang stopped teasing Qin Yangyang and started to eat.
But halfway through the meal, Qin Yangyang left the table to put on makeup and change clothes.
About twenty minutes later, she re-emerged in a blue high-low skirt and a pale yellow blouse.
It was a bold color combination that most people couldn’t pull off, but on Qin Yangyang, it looked both vibrant and youthful.
"So, what do you think of this outfit?" she asked, doing a little spin.
"Perfect."
"Then this is the one."
After breakfast, they both headed out. Qin Yangyang went to her law firm, and Lin Jiang went to his noodle shop.
But before that, he first stopped by the Suya Fitness Center to check in, just in case some emergency came up later and made him miss it.
[Check-in successful: Day 7]
[Reward: Eight-Pack Abs]
After the notification disappeared, Lin Jiang could distinctly feel his abdominal muscles changing. It felt like something was shifting under his skin for a good ten seconds before it stopped.
Back in his car, Lin Jiang lifted his shirt to take a look.
Damn!
The sharply defined eight-pack abs made even Lin Jiang want to reach out and touch them.
RING RING RING—
On the way to the shop, Lin Jiang got a call from Qiu Yunong.
"Brother Jiang, what’s your size?"
"Eighteen."
"Huh?!"
Qiu Yunong was clearly taken aback. "Brother Jiang, you’re terrible! I was asking about your clothing size."
"XXL. Why?"
"I thought of a great idea for a video. Let’s shoot it tomorrow, but I’ll need your help."
"You’re not trying to copy Sister Yue and film something racy, are you? You can’t post that kind of stuff."
"Ah, don’t worry about the details. Just wait for my call tomorrow."
"Okay."
He drove back to the shop. It was about ninety percent full, with only a few empty tables left.
After a quick look around, Lin Jiang went back to the counter and opened the Super Player app.
The event for reaching 100,000 followers was live, and it even included a splash screen ad and a featured banner.
Lin Jiang found the streamer named Bubble. Her follower count had already shot up to 74,000.
’If I remember correctly, she was at 64,000 yesterday,’ he thought. ’A ten-thousand-follower jump in less than a day is incredibly fast.’
’Besides the traffic boost from the platform, she must have been promoting herself somehow, too.’
He opened her profile and saw it was just as he’d expected. She had posted five new videos overnight, and each one was more risqué than the last.
The thumbnails were especially something else. A seventy-year-old man in a coma could probably take one look and make a miraculous recovery.
’Girl, you deserve all the views you’re getting!’
’She’s got a death grip on the formula for going viral.’
Lin Jiang estimated that at this rate, he’d be able to complete this task in just two or three days.
BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ—
Lin Jiang’s phone buzzed. It was a message from Xu Lin.
Xu Lin: "Are you in the shop?"
Lin Jiang: "Yeah."
Xu Lin: "Come rescue me, I’m going to lose my mind. And bring me a glass of your plum juice."
’What’s wrong with her?’
Lin Jiang didn’t text back. He just poured a glass of plum juice and went downstairs to find Xu Lin.
When he got off the elevator, Lin Jiang saw that Xu Lin’s shop was pretty empty. You could even say it was deserted.
Zhao Wenxuan was there too, doing his homework behind the counter while Xu Lin sat beside him, trying to help.
’There must’ve been no one home to watch him, so she brought him to the shop,’ Lin Jiang thought.
Zhao Wenxuan was holding an Ultraman toy in one hand and a pen in the other, his posture as contorted as ever.
Her employee was standing by the counter, greeting customers when they arrived and watching shows on her phone when it was quiet. It seemed like a pretty cushy job.
The medicinal herb shop across the way had a red velvet cloth covering its counter. It was closed for the day.
"Uncle Lin, you’re here."
Seeing Lin Jiang approach, Zhao Wenxuan put down his pen.
"I brought you that plum juice."
Lin Jiang handed her the drink and then looked at Zhao Wenxuan. "How’s the homework going?"
"I feel our mother-son relationship is on the verge of collapse," Zhao Wenxuan said with a completely serious expression.
"Don’t even talk to me about him. He’s driving me insane! I’m a grown woman, and I can’t even keep up with his wild train of thought."
Xu Lin stood with one hand on her hip, holding the plum juice in the other. She was clearly fuming.
"That’s because you’re an adult. Of course you can’t understand how a kid’s mind works."
"You’re young. Why don’t you give it a try? I’m at my wit’s end. Let’s see how long you last."
The mention of tutoring instantly reminded Lin Jiang of that "strawberry-flavored youth of sunrise and cicada song."
’That was truly fucking diabolical.’
"What’s the problem that’s got you so worked up?"
"It’s this one. A simple elementary school math problem."
Xu Lin grabbed the workbook and handed it to Lin Jiang.
"Take a look. Problem number three."
Lin Jiang glanced at it and read the problem aloud to himself:
"A little white rabbit has 7 square candies, 9 round candies, 4 triangular candies, and 8 rectangular candies. For lunch, the little white rabbit ate 3 square candies, 7 round candies, 3 triangular candies, and 6 rectangular candies. What does the little white rabbit have now?"
’After reading it through, it didn’t seem like a big deal.’
"This is just a normal math problem, isn’t it? You just have to do the subtractions."
"Just ask him what his answer was," Xu Lin said, exasperated.
"What’s your answer?" Lin Jiang asked, looking at Zhao Wenxuan.
"Diabetes."
Lin Jiang: ...
’No comment.’