Chapter 42: 3 Billion Arrives! The First Thing to Do When You're Rich: Forget Your Roots!

Kan Jiashu opened the internal audit permissions.

Ling Yue spent 1.2 million to buy a week of Qian Xu's time. He took his assistant and investigated for three days, and as expected, the results were good.

Today, the three parties met with photographers present and held a small signing ceremony.

"My lawyer has drafted the equity structure. Miss Ling is investing 300 million, the largest amount, so she should hold 58.82%. Mr. Xun Ji is investing 50 million, which should be 9.81%. However, since both of you will be hands-off owners and won't participate in operations, I need to be compensated with some extra shares."

"After recalculation and planning, Miss Ling will hold 50%, Mr. Xun will hold 8.33%, and I will hold 41.67%. Do either of you have any objections?" Kan Jiashu raised an eyebrow as the new contracts were handed to Ling Yue and Xun Ji by the lawyer.

Ling Yue tossed the contract to Qian Xu; seeing so many words made her head ache.

It was better to let a professional handle professional matters.

Xun Ji was more direct; after a quick glance, he signed his name.

"The contract is fine," Qian Xu whispered in Ling Yue's ear after carefully checking the last line.

Ling Yue picked up the pen and, under Qian Xu's guidance, signed her name in various places on the contract.

The three parties finished signing the contract.

Kan Jiashu capped his pen, stood up, and extended his hand to Ling Yue. "Thank you for your trust, Miss Ling! I look forward to our successful partnership."

Ling Yue also stood up and gave his hand a light squeeze. "I'll instruct my lawyer to head to the bank and transfer the funds now. If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."

Today was the official start of the broadcast, and Gu Shaonan and his group were still waiting to cause her trouble. Who would turn down resentment value delivered right to their door?

Ling Yue left first, and Xun Ji stood up a second later. "I'm leaving too."

"Wait, wait, wait! Don't go! Come over and help me take a look!" Kan Jiashu took a step forward, reaching out a desperate hand to call back his friend.

Xun Ji dodged him as slickly as a loach. "The old man called me home for dinner. Bye-bye!"

"Xun Ji, you have no heart!"

Xun Ji really left, leaving Kan Jiashu feeling very dejected.

In a certain stall in the restroom.

It had been a long time since Ling Yue had drawn from the gacha in such a sneaky way.

Qian Xu said the transfer would take about half a working day. To avoid missing out, she drew in advance just to be safe.

She watched the colorful wheel spin and spin in front of her.

It stopped.

It landed on the green triangle!

Holy crap!

10x cashback!

I'm stunned! I've struck it rich this time!

Ling Yue held back her excitement, humming a little tune as she washed her hands. "I love money~~~ such a clear, such a firm belief~~~"

She slowly strolled over to the live broadcast site.

There were currently three streamers: a young woman acting as the host, asking questions; an elderly woman acting as the participant, sharing her thoughts; and a middle-aged man playing the role of the 'son,' occasionally adding a few words and guiding viewers to click the little windmill icon for consultations.

This wasn't the first time they had done an outdoor broadcast. Group Four and Group Six worked well together, and everything was busy but orderly.

"Ling Yue, where have you been? You've been missing all morning!" Supervisor Liao Yifeng finally spotted Ling Yue. Like a puppy hiding in the grass waiting for its owner, he lunged out frantically as soon as he saw her, barking impatiently to get her attention.

Ling Yue was in a good mood, so even her retort carried a hint of a smile. "Go bark somewhere else. Shouting at a live broadcast site—and you call yourself a supervisor."

[resentment value: 34%]

Liao Yifeng was so angry he felt like clawing his own heart out. Ling Yue's attitude made his blood boil. "You've been MIA for days! Today is the official broadcast, and you were supposed to be in charge of the first shift. Where did you run off to? Zhou Ze had to cover for you."

"He should cover for me," Ling Yue said with total confidence.

Liao Yifeng thought that even if Ling Yue tried to argue, her abandoning her post during work hours was an undeniable fact. He didn't expect her to have an excuse.

"Pray tell, why should he?"

The Operations Department had its own schedule. It was clear who was on leave, who was covering, and who was late or left early on any given day.

Ling Yue shared the schedule with Liao Yifeng. "I used to cover for Zhou Ze all the time. Look at this schedule—he owes me 25 hours of work."

Liao Yifeng inwardly cursed Zhou Ze for being such an idiot, then added, "But Zhou Ze didn't agree to it! Even if you wanted someone to cover for you, you'd need his personal consent."

Unexpectedly, Ling Yue sneered, "When Zhou Ze asked me to cover for him in the past, he never asked if I agreed either."

"At the time, I even reported it to the group leader—oh, that's Gu Shaonan. He said, 'Oh, we're all in the same group, we should help each other out.'"

"How come it's 'helping out' when I do it, but not when Zhou Ze does? How strange. You're not going to be a hypocrite like Gu Shaonan, are you?"

Liao Yifeng cursed Gu Shaonan again. The guy was gone, but he'd left behind a mountain of historical baggage.

Ling Yue dragged over a stool and sat down casually, crossing her legs with a look of annoyance. "Got anything else to say? If not, scram. You're blocking my air."

Liao Yifeng's face turned beet red. He felt the frustration of throwing a punch at cotton, only for it to bounce back and hit him in the face. Panting like a bull, he stomped away.

He desperately needed somewhere to cool off.

[resentment value: 42%]

[resentment value: 49%]

[resentment value: 58%]

Heh, with such weak mental fortitude, he actually tried to pick a fight with her.

Outdoor work, but no actual working.

With no one buzzing in her ear and the weather being so nice, Ling Yue simply lay back and soaked up the sun.

She didn't know how much time had passed.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Two consecutive vibrations from her pocket pulsed against her palm, waking her from her slumber with a numbing tingle.

As her consciousness gradually returned, she realized she had actually fallen asleep at the broadcast site.

"Still broadcasting..." Ling Yue rubbed her eyes groggily. Her vision was blurry, but her hearing was sharp; she could hear the young host describing the scale of the nursing home.

She yawned and fished out her phone.

Damn!

It was already 5:08 PM!

She should have clocked out already!

Ling Yue clocked out on DingTalk and noticed a little red dot on the message icon in the bottom left corner.

She opened it to take a look.

[Bank card ending in 4456 transferred 300,000,000 RMB to another account at 17:51 on March 3rd. Balance: 0 RMB.]

[Bank card ending in 4456 received a transfer of 3,000,000,000 RMB at 17:51 on March 3rd. Balance: 3,000,000,000 RMB.]

[Gacha Draws: 19]

Ling Yue's eyes widened.

She sat up abruptly and shoved the screen right in front of her face.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands, millions, ten millions, hundred millions, billions... Three billion!

Does anyone understand? The feeling of waking up from a nap to find nine extra zeros at the end of your bank balance.

Ling Yue stood up so suddenly that the stool, pushed back by the force, slammed heavily onto the ground with a loud bang.

"Ling Yue, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Liao Yifeng finally caught his chance. Like an eighty-year-old man taking a bride, terrified she would run away, he charged toward Ling Yue in several large strides. But before he could get a word of accusation out, a blur streaked past him.

"Don't you know the rule about speaking softly at a broadcast site? Hey, Ling Yue, I'm talking to you! Wait, why are you running?!" Liao Yifeng chased after her for a few steps, but Ling Yue was moving as if a ghost were after her. She slipped into her car, and a second later, it sped away.

The whole process took less than a minute.

This time, being completely ignored, Liao Yifeng mentally stabbed a voodoo doll of Ling Yue.

Meanwhile, the resentment value climbed:

[resentment value: 59%]

[resentment value: 63%]

Ling Yue had no mind to pay attention to the bottom right corner; the wild joy in her heart was already uncontrollable.

As a super-rich woman with a ten-figure net worth, she only wanted to do one thing now: forget her roots.