13: Chapter 013 Is the Rich Young Master of Haicheng a Food Deliveryman?

The older sister didn't know what he wanted to do, but it was impossible for him to deceive a poor person like her. Besides, that girl looked like a very good person, and her friend couldn't be a bad person.

The older sister took out her phone and gave him her Douyin ID.

At this point in the Blue Star timeline, it was roughly like the years 2018 or 2019 on Earth in his previous life. A national short-video app called Douyin had also been released.

Qin Xun searched for the older sister's account. He didn't send a friend request but instead clicked into her homepage.

The pinned video showed the older sister holding her child, asking for help from kind-hearted people in society.

Other videos recorded her daily life with her husband: working, eating, the joy of pregnancy, the anxiety of prenatal checkups, and the breakdown after the child fell ill.

Unfortunately, even the pinned video only had a few hundred views.

Qin Xun clicked on the pinned video.

In the video, the older sister's voice sounded out, choked with sobs.

"Hello everyone, my name is..."

He pressed the pause button and opened the comment section.

He found that most of them were words of encouragement.

"Keep going!"

"Everything will pass!"

"May the Bodhisattva bless you."

...

The comment section was harmonious, but no one mentioned donations.

Qin Xun changed his Douyin ID and then posted a comment in the older sister's video comment section.

The Douyin app on the older sister's phone immediately gave a notification. She looked down, and her expression became complicated. She looked up at Qin Xun in shock.

She saw a netizen named "Haicheng Rich Young Master" had written a comment full of hatred-baiting.

"Money? I have plenty of it."

"Buying a bag for my girlfriend costs over 50,000, but if you want me to help you, you have to pay a price. As long as you prostrate every three steps from Huacheng Avenue and crawl to Xianer Bridge, I will donate 50,000 to you."

The older sister looked at Qin Xun's clothes and his young face, her heart struggling.

"Are you serious?"

Qin Xun nodded.

"If it's fake, may heaven strike me with five bolts of lightning!"

As he spoke, he spent 2,000 yuan on dou+ for the older sister's pinned video.

1,000 yuan could get the platform to push the video in front of 100,000 people.

Seeing him casually spend 2,000 yuan on dou+, the older sister started to believe him a bit.

Qin Xun saw the older sister's expression and knew the matter was settled.

"Tomorrow morning at 10 AM, Huacheng Avenue."

He stood up and gave Xia Ning a look.

Xia Ning didn't know what had happened, but she could feel that the older sister seemed somewhat moved.

She stood up as well and said,

"Sister, we'll see you tomorrow."

The older sister looked up, just about to say goodbye, but saw Qin Xun get onto an electric scooter with a delivery box mounted on the back.

She fell silent.

...

On the electric scooter.

Qin Xun rode the scooter slowly and let out a long sigh of relief.

Even though he was used to seeing suffering in the news, seeing it happen right before his eyes still made him feel uneasy.

Suddenly, Xia Ning asked,

"Why did you tell her to go to Huacheng Avenue at 10 AM tomorrow?"

Qin Xun said, "To receive donations from people from all walks of life."

Xia Ning thought about it.

Huacheng Avenue indeed had many people; it was a good place for publicity.

But this kind of publicity was terrible.

Kneeling at the hospital entrance didn't even get reported; what use would it be to go somewhere else for donations?

Suddenly, Xia Ning thought of a problem and frowned.

"You haven't written the proposal yet, and the company hasn't approved it. You just told her to go there—has the implementation already started?"

Qin Xun's expression remained unchanged.

"When a general is in the field, he may ignore some of the sovereign's commands."

"Besides, that idiot boss of our company, who hasn't shown his face for half a month, probably wouldn't understand the brilliance of my proposal anyway. Better to do it first to avoid having it rejected."

"This is called acting first and reporting later!"

Xia Ning frowned deeply.

No boss likes an employee who acts first and reports later.

No matter how capable they are, it's a no-go!

Besides, she didn't hear anything particularly special about Qin Xun's proposal.

Wasn't it just spending 2,000 yuan on dou+ to increase the view count?

What great use would that have?

Suddenly.

Qin Xun asked, "Little Xia, are you very rich?"

Xia Ning thought of how she had twice been unable to resist wanting to donate directly to the older sister, nearly disrupting Qin Xun's rhythm. Thinking Qin Xun was blaming her, she felt a bit embarrassed.

"I'm doing okay!"

Qin Xun said, "Then lend me two thousand. I'll pay you back when I get my salary."

"I only have two hundred left now!"

Xia Ning: "..."

Suddenly, she felt a bit curious and asked,

"Does that 2,000 yuan count as company expenses, or is it your personal donation?"

Qin Xun sighed.

"It's best if the company covers it; if not, I'll take the loss."

"When I resign, I'll put a sack over that son of a bitch boss's head and beat him into a pig's head."

Xia Ning: "..."

"Give me back your phone; I'll transfer 2,000 yuan to you."

...

Xia Ning didn't let Qin Xun take her all the way home. She had him drop her off at a stretch of road where it was easy to catch a taxi.

She thought of the older sister at the hospital entrance, and her heart couldn't help but tighten.

She wasn't a 'Holy Mother' type, but seeing such a miserable person with her own eyes made it easy to feel the impulse to donate.

500,000.

Actually, it wasn't that much.

Soaking in the bathtub.

Xia Ning opened her phone to scroll through Douyin.

It wasn't that she liked playing with it, but this short-video app that had risen suddenly in the last two years would definitely become a major battlefield for marketing in the future.

She needed to be familiar with it.

As she scrolled.

Suddenly.

A video caught her eye. It was actually that older sister's plea for help while holding her child.

"Hello everyone, my name is..."

Xia Ning was a bit surprised.

Was those 2,000 yuan of dou+ that effective?

She just happened to scroll onto it?

She took a look; it already had 30,000 likes.

Xia Ning was a bit confused.

"2,000 yuan shouldn't have this kind of effect, right?"

"How many hours has it been?"

"30,000 likes would mean at least 100,000 views, right?"

"At this rate, won't it exceed 500,000 views in one night?"

She knew Douyin had its own unique algorithm mechanism.

dou+ could only be considered an aid.

For a video to truly have this kind of explosive spread, the content had to resonate with everyone. It relied on high-quality content to gain solid view counts.

"How did this video suddenly become so popular?"

Xia Ning felt it was strange.

"What exactly did that kid Qin Xun do?"

She saw that the comment section actually had over 3,000 comments and couldn't help but be surprised.

"This comment-to-like ratio is way too high!"

She quickly opened the comment section.

The top-liked comment was posted by someone with the ID "Haicheng Rich Young Master."

"Money? I have plenty of it."

"Buying a bag for my girlfriend costs over 50,000, but if you want me to help you, you have to pay a price. As long as you prostrate every three steps from Huacheng Avenue and crawl to Xianer Bridge, I will donate 50,000 to you."

Below this comment, it was densely packed with one comment after another cursing him.

The language was intense, and the words were fierce.

The original poster's entire family tree had been dragged through the mud!

The flaming had gone on for hundreds of replies!

Xia Ning suddenly sat up in the bathtub, water splashing everywhere, her body covered in bubbles.

She remembered what Qin Xun had said to the older sister when they left the hospital.

"Tomorrow morning at 10 AM, Huacheng Avenue."

Instantly.

Xia Ning's face turned cold, and she immediately dialed Qin Xun's number.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

...

The call connected.