Chapter Forty-One: My Brother Wang, the Pioneer of Reverse Marketing

The next day. Bai Qingming awoke from his bed.

The sun was shining brightly, and his spirits were high.

“Hey, you dog of a man, breakfast’s ready!” called the new housekeeper, Dummy Girl.

Bai Qingming emerged from the bedroom and saw this old woman slurping down century egg and lean meat porridge, laughing and scrolling through videos, cackling like a mother hen.

“Dog man, you really are talented, aren’t you?” Dummy Girl praised as she saw Bai Qingming. “Your ‘Simpering Disco’ song is so real—I’ve seen loads of comments from netizens swearing never to be simps again.”

“You’re dressed for the occasion too,” Bai Qingming remarked, a little surprised as his gaze swept over Dummy Girl from head to toe.

It wasn’t a holiday, yet she was wearing black stockings.

To wake up in the morning and be greeted by a pair of legs—not to mention, today’s porridge could easily go down three bowls.

Dummy Girl rolled her eyes at him. Bai Qingming sat down and began to eat.

Honestly, the porridge tasted great.

But for some reason, his chopsticks were unusually slippery today—he couldn’t control them, and kept dropping them onto the floor.

Seeing this, Dummy Girl’s lips curled into a smile.

As expected, no man could resist the allure of black stockings.

After dropping his chopsticks more than a dozen times, Bai Qingming finally had his fill of looking and managed to eat properly.

While sipping his porridge, he scrolled through his phone as well.

Coincidentally, Brother Wang was streaming at this hour, so Bai Qingming clicked in.

As soon as he entered, Bai Qingming was a bit surprised.

Thanks to his help with traffic, Brother Wang’s streaming room had reached four hundred thousand followers, and today he was starting to promote products for various merchants.

Out of curiosity, Bai Qingming wanted to see how Brother Wang would handle the sales pitch.

Right then, Brother Wang had a pile of goods before him. He picked up a transparent plastic jar, opening it as he spoke.

“Brothers, our family’s black garlic is really delicious. This garlic, let me tell you, is truly garlic.”

Just then, he opened the jar, and a pungent smell hit Brother Wang’s nose.

Immediately—

“Ugh!”

The viewers: “???”

Brother Wang quickly covered his mouth and composed himself, finally managing to continue:

“Over seventy yuan a jar—ugh!”

“They say it’s like chestnuts, very sweet—ugh!”

With each sentence, Brother Wang couldn’t help but dry heave at the end.

The viewers were thoroughly entertained.

“This black garlic must be awful—even before tasting it, he’s reacting like that.”

“Brother Wang is really dedicated. If it’s too much, just let it go.”

“These dry heaves are killing me.”

…

Seeing things go south, Brother Wang grew anxious.

This was his first live product pitch—he couldn’t mess it up.

Determined, he decided to play his trump card.

“Don’t rush, brothers. Maybe it just smells bad but tastes good, like stinky tofu. I’ll try a sample for you now.”

He said this, and this time managed not to dry heave.

Suppressing the offensive odor, he quickly popped a piece into his mouth, holding his breath as he chewed.

In the next instant, his eyes lit up.

“Wow, it’s really delicious! Brothers, it’s really good, honestly!”

Truth be told, during chewing, he didn’t dare let his tongue touch the black garlic. These words were uttered with great effort.

But this lasted barely a second before he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Ugh!”

This time, it wasn’t a dry heave.

He actually vomited.

“That’s it, cards on the table—I’m done pretending. This stuff is truly disgusting. I won’t make money off this.”

Brother Wang threw in the towel.

The viewers were doubled over with laughter.

“Haha, reverse product pitching, Brother Wang is a legend!”

“To be honest, after watching his taste test, I kind of want to buy some—to feed my bestie.”

“I want some too—just to see how bad this black garlic really is. If it can disgust Brother Wang, it must be something.”

In fact, not even the merchants expected this reaction.

They thought Brother Wang had ruined everything, but, unexpectedly, the orders started pouring in.

Within five minutes, two thousand people had already placed orders—more effective than some professional taste-test streamers.

Seizing the moment, the merchant handed Brother Wang another box.

This time, to be safe, they also gave him a sheet of paper with the lines he should say.

Nervously, Brother Wang opened the box. Inside was a crate of plums.

At last, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought it might be something lethal again, but it was just fruit—no problem.

No matter how bad fruit tasted, it surely couldn’t be worse than black garlic.

Besides, he loved plums, so surely the previous disaster wouldn’t repeat.

With this in mind, Brother Wang glanced at his script, then picked up a plum and looked at the camera.

“Brothers, let me recommend our Black Amber plums.”

No sooner had he finished than a merchant’s plant started spamming questions—asking if they were sweet.

Brother Wang continued, “Everyone’s asking if our Black Amber plums are sweet. Well, I can tell you—”

He paused, and the merchant, out of the camera’s view, whispered, “Take a bite, then say ‘sweet!’”

Brother Wang didn’t hesitate, took a big bite.

“Pfft!”

At the first bite, his expression twisted as if he’d donned a mask of agony.

This was absurdly sour.

Not even a farm mule could handle such sourness!

“Hurry, say ‘sweet!’ Hurry!” urged the merchant.

It took Brother Wang more than a minute to recover from the sourness, finally managing to control his expression. He faced the camera, gave a thumbs up, and struggled out the word:

“Sweet~”

“Take another bite—finish the whole thing!” urged the merchant.

“Screw you lot! You unscrupulous merchants, treating me like a fool? I’m not doing this anymore.”

Brother Wang snapped.

On the screen, viewers flooded the chat with “666,” laughing in unison.

“Well said! These shady merchants, look how sour they’ve made Brother Wang.”

“Brother Wang, you’re killing me. I just had surgery yesterday and now my stitches have burst!”

“Upstairs, was it the little brother’s ‘seeing the sun again’ surgery? Come to our hospital—the second one’s half price!”

“What are you talking about? What ‘little brother seeing the sun again’ surgery? I don’t understand—can someone explain?”

…

“Pfft!”

At the table, Bai Qingming spewed his porridge all over Dummy Girl’s leg.

“Dog man, what’s your problem?” Dummy Girl was baffled.

“Couldn’t help it, sorry, sorry,” Bai Qingming apologized quickly.

He hadn’t realized Brother Wang was such a character.

As Brother Wang’s good friend, Bai Qingming tipped him a treasure map.

Instantly, the stream exploded.

“The Singlehood Godfather is here?”

“Everyone rise!”

“Salute the spiritual leader!”

Seeing Bai Qingming’s ID, Brother Wang laughed.

In front of all the viewers, he couldn’t resist showing off.

“Bro, you’re here! How was yesterday’s ride? Didn’t my Ferrari’s acceleration blow you away?”

Bai Qingming: “……”