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Thank you for reading this post, don't forget to subscribe!Chapter 8. part 1
Zhou An’an didn’t agree immediately. She added him on WeChat, explaining that she needed to discuss it before giving him a final answer. Then, she told Lu Yuan about the offer.
Lu Yuan: “Are you sure it’s a legitimate company? Don’t get scammed.”
Zhou An’an: “I’ve looked it up. The company has been around for almost ten years and has acquired many influencer projects. It should be fine.”
Lu Yuan: “Do you want to sell?”
Zhou An’an: “If I sell, I don’t know how I’ll earn the remaining five hundred thousand. But if I don’t, by the time I’ve earned a million, I’ll have almost no time left for preparations.”
After a moment, Lu Yuan said, “Give him my contact info. I’ll handle the negotiations.”
Zhou An’an asked, confused, “Negotiate what?”
Lu Yuan: “Sell it to him for a million.”
Are you kidding me? Is my project worth a million?
Besides, Doomsday was just over two months away. The buyer wouldn’t make any profit from the acquisition. The thought alone made her feel guilty.
Lu Yuan: “The price of an item isn’t determined by its intrinsic value but by external factors. During a famine, a bag of rice is worth a gold bar; in peacetime, it sells for just a few dozen yuan. I’ll make him see that this project is worth a million.”
Zhou An’an pouted. “Stop bragging.”
His silver tongue worked on her, but that was about it.
Thinking he could earn an extra five hundred thousand with just a few words was pure fantasy.
Lu Yuan: “Give him my contact info, and you’ll see if I’m bragging.”
Fine, I’ll send it. When this blows up in his face, I’m going to laugh my head off at him.
After sending Lu Yuan’s contact card, Zhou An’an waited eagerly to watch him make a fool of himself.
For the next three days, neither Lu Yuan nor the manager sent her any messages.
The negotiations must have failed, she thought. They’re probably too embarrassed to talk to me now.
Unconcerned, Zhou An’an leisurely packed and shipped her orders.
At five in the afternoon, Lu Yuan sent her a message: “Go to their company tomorrow to sign the contract.”
She stared at her phone, dumbfounded. “Sign what contract?”
Lu Yuan: “The one-million-yuan acquisition contract, of course. You’re so young, yet your memory is already this bad?”
Zhou An’an: “HOLY SHIT!!! How did you pull it off?”
Lu Yuan: “With my overwhelming charm.”
Zhou An’an: “…”
Lies! It has to be lies!
That manager wasn’t like her Eldest Uncle, who’d spent his whole life in the countryside and was easily swayed by a few smooth words into handing over hundreds of thousands.
This manager had seen it all. How could he possibly be persuaded by a self-taught amateur who learned everything from watching movies?
Zhou An’an: “I’m not going.”
Lu Yuan immediately sent a screenshot of his chat with the manager. It clearly showed they had agreed to sign the contract tomorrow for an acquisition price of one million yuan.
But that was all the screenshot showed—just those two pieces of information. He had cropped out the rest of the conversation.
Zhou An’an: “You’re not setting a trap for me, are you?”
Lu Yuan: “You’re my teammate. What would I gain from trapping you?”
…He did have a point.
Fine, I’ll go. The manager already agreed; he can’t just back out now.
The next day, Zhou An’an cautiously made her way to the company.
The signing process went so smoothly that it wasn’t until she walked out the company’s front doors that she fully realized the Doomsday Survival Kit no longer belonged to her—and that her bank account was now one million yuan richer.
Wait… did I forget to do something?
Zhou An’an scratched her head, belatedly realizing she hadn’t told Gu Zhao about any of this.
It was thanks to Gu Zhao’s help that her product had been stocked in Xinfeng Supermarket, allowing her to earn so much money in the first place.
Although their contract was based on purchase quantities and didn’t mandate a permanent partnership, she absolutely should have informed him before selling the project.
What she’d done was a serious breach of trust.
The money was already in her bank account; regrets were useless now.
Zhou An’an went to a nearby shopping mall. After browsing several stores, she finally settled on a thirty-thousand-yuan men’s watch, intending it as an apology gift.
The saleswoman packaged the watch beautifully. Zhou An’an carried the bag and headed straight for Xinfeng Headquarters.
Gu Zhao was in a meeting, so she waited outside. Nearly two hours later, she finally saw him.
“An’an?” He looked surprised. “What brings you here so suddenly?”
Zhou An’an bit her lip, wishing the ground would swallow her whole.
“I… I have something to tell you.”
“I haven’t had lunch yet. Have you eaten? Let’s go together.”
The two went to a restaurant next to the headquarters. It was their second time eating together, so Zhou An’an wasn’t as nervous as before. But the thought of her wrongdoing made it impossible for her to even lift her chopsticks.
How do I even start? Maybe I should just kowtow to him…
Gu Zhao had long since noticed her unease. He put down his chopsticks and said, “Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind first? Otherwise, neither of us will be able to enjoy this meal.”
“Gu Zhao…” She mustered her courage and looked up. “I’m so sorry!”
Gu Zhao paused. “…Given our relationship, I don’t think you’re capable of doing anything wrong to me.”
“I sold the project,” she blurted out. “I let down all the support you gave me. Please, take this watch as my apology, okay?”
She held out the boxed watch with both hands.
Gu Zhao couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re really taking this ‘bearing thorns to beg forgiveness’ thing seriously.”
Bearing thorns to beg forgiveness? Is he implying he’s going to hit me?
A man hitting a woman was completely ungentlemanly, but from his perspective, she could understand.
If it means he’ll forgive me, then let him hit me. At least I won’t have to feel guilty anymore.
Zhou An’an resolutely stuck her face forward.
“Go ahead, do it!”
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