My stepmother forced me to donate bone marrow, so I retaliated by slapping my scumbag father in the

Wang Xiaolong immediately asked, "Who should we sign?"

"Celebrities, internet celebrities, creators in niche fields, and ordinary live streamers with a stable fan base."

Shen Ze said, "We should not only look at the number of fans, but also at the level of trust among fans and their ability to drive sales."

"Beauty products, clothing, food, home appliances, and daily necessities—we need to plan ahead for each category."

"Simultaneously connecting with major merchants."

"We can talk to brand owners, distributors, and factories."

"Let them prepare the products, prices, and inventory; the platform will provide the streamers and traffic."

Wang Xiaolong's breathing quickened: "Are you preparing to officially launch live-streaming e-commerce?"

"It's not time for a full rollout yet."

Shen Ze looked at him: "First, secure the resources of the livestreamers and merchants."

"Select products, determine commission rates, set up transaction processes, and test live streaming functions."

"Once all the processes are running smoothly, we will open it up all at once."

Wang Xiaolong nodded vigorously: "Understood. I'll gather the team tonight, sign the first batch of livestreamers, and start connecting with merchants at the same time."

Shen Ze added, "Right now, people outside think that Douyin (TikTok) is unprofitable, and merchants only see the platform as a free traffic channel."

"This is actually the best time for us to make our plans."

"Let them experience the benefits of traffic first, and then connect short videos, live streaming, and transactions."

"By then, they won't refuse."

The senior executives in the office exchanged glances, their excitement growing stronger.

Outsiders only see the 1.5 billion investment and the money the platform burns every day.

But they know that Douyin's downloads, daily active users, and merchant resources are paving the way for live-streaming e-commerce.

Twenty-five million daily active users are not a burden; they represent twenty-five million potential consumers.

Once live-streaming e-commerce is truly launched, those who mocked Douyin for not being able to make a profit will soon understand just how much that traffic is worth.

At the same time, a passenger plane from Shanghai landed at Shanghai Airport.

Zhou Xuan walked out of the airport and, without resting, went directly to Xingchen Group by car.

He has liked Yu Binglan for eight years.

Over the years, he has sent flowers and jewelry, and has traveled from Shanghai to the city time and time again.

But Yu Binglan never gave him a chance.

In recent months, he has changed several phone numbers to contact him, but each one has been blocked.

The less he could contact her, the harder it was for him to let go.

Half an hour later, the car stopped downstairs at Xingchen Group.

Zhou Xuan straightened his suit and walked into the hall.

The receptionist quickly stepped forward: "Sir, who are you looking for?"

"Yu Binglan".

Do you have an appointment?

"no."

The receptionist looked embarrassed: "Sorry, you can't go up without an appointment."

Zhou Xuan took out a business card, her tone somewhat arrogant: "I am Zhou Xuan from the Zhou family of Longdu. I have come here specifically to see her."

Upon seeing the business card, the receptionist became more polite, but still shook her head: "Mr. Zhou, this is company policy."

"I can contact the chairman's office for you, but you cannot go upstairs without permission."

Zhou Xuan has been blocked by Yu Binglan too many times. If she asks the front desk to call, the result will be the same as before.

His gaze swept over the security guard next to the elevator, and he walked straight past him.

A few minutes later, the security guard hesitated before swiping the SIM card to grant him access to the designated floor.

Zhou Xuan took the elevator to the top floor and pushed open the door to the president's office.

Yu Binglan was sitting behind her desk when she heard the noise and looked up.

Upon recognizing the person, her expression immediately turned cold: "Who gave you permission to come up here?"

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "Binglan, it's been a long time."

"go out."

"I came all the way from Longdu, and you won't even give me a few minutes?"

"I don't want to."

Yu Binglan showed no politeness whatsoever: "Also, don't call me that."

Zhou Xuan's smile froze slightly: "We've known each other for eight years, is it necessary to be so distant?"

"I've said it many times, I have no feelings for you."

Yu Binglan picked up the internal phone: "Security department, come to the chairman's office."

Zhou Xuan hurriedly stepped forward: "I just wanted to invite you to dinner. You blocked my number, so I couldn't contact you and had to come in person."

"Binglan, I've liked you for eight years. Isn't this enough of a show of sincerity?"

"Feelings aren't measured by time."

Yu Binglan's voice was cold: "I don't like you, whether it's eight years or eighty years makes no difference."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured directly onto Zhou Xuan's head.

The office door was quickly pushed open, and two security guards strode in.

One of them turned noticeably pale when he saw Zhou Xuan.

Yu Binglan looked at him: "Did you let him up here?"

The security guard lowered his head: "Chairman Yu, Mr. Zhou said he is your friend and came all the way from Longdu..."

"Are there any company regulations that allow friends to freely enter the chairman's office?"

"no."

"Wages will be deducted as a penalty."

The security guard looked distressed but dared not argue: "Yes, Chairman Yu."

Yu Binglan turned to Zhou Xuan: "Please leave now. Do not enter Xingchen Group again without an appointment."

"If it happens again, I will call the police immediately."

Zhou Xuan stood there, feeling a tightness in his chest.

He was a highly sought-after second-generation capitalist in Longdu, and given the size of the Zhou family, countless people wanted to get close to him.

But when he stood before Yu Binglan, his status, family background, and sincerity seemed utterly insignificant.

Two security guards stood beside him.

"Mr. Zhou, please."

Unwilling to make things worse on the spot, Zhou Xuan could only turn around and leave.

As he reached the door, he turned back and said, "Binglan, I won't give up."

Yu Binglan didn't even raise her head.

Zhou Xuan was escorted downstairs by security guards, but did not leave.

He walked to his car, glanced at the time, and saw that there was less than an hour left before Xingchen Group closed for the day.

He didn't believe that eight years of perseverance wouldn't earn him a single opportunity.

As long as Yu Binglan is willing to have dinner with him, he can show her his true feelings.

Zhou Xuan leaned against the car door, already having planned out the next steps.

He would personally open the car door for Yu Binglan and take her to the best restaurant in Shanghai.

A quiet private room, a meticulously prepared dinner, and his sincerity in coming all the way from Longdu.

No woman could remain unmoved.

As the workday was drawing to a close, a custom-made black Rolls-Royce slowly pulled up in front of the Xingchen Group building.

Zhou Xuan looked up a few times. He could tell that the car was very valuable, but he didn't recognize the people inside.

The car door opened, and Shen Ze got out of the back seat.

Zhou Xuan sized him up, making sure she hadn't seen this face before at any important business event in Shanghai, and quickly looked away.

A few minutes later, employees of Xingchen Group began to walk out of the building.

Yu Binglan also came out of the hall.

Zhou Xuan immediately stood up straight, a smile returning to her face: "Bing Lan!"

Yu Binglan seemed not to hear. When she saw Shen Ze standing next to the Rolls-Royce, her cold and aloof expression softened instantly, and she quickened her pace.

Shen Ze went up to her and took the bag from her hand: "Are you tired today?"

"fine."

Yu Binglan naturally took his arm: "Have you been waiting long?"

"Just arrived."

"Dad wants us to go home for dinner tonight."

"Then let's go back now."

"it is good."

Zhou Xuan's smile froze completely. He had been pursuing Yu Binglan for eight years and had never seen her take the initiative to hold hands with any man.

But at this moment, she leaned against Shen Ze, her tone gentle, her eyes seemingly only holding him.

The two men walked past Zhou Xuan without giving him a second glance.

The driver opened the back door, and Shen Ze helped Yu Binglan into the car before following him.

The car door closed, and the black custom Rolls-Royce slowly drove away from Xingchen Group.