Chapter 86: From Today On, No More Swearing—Begin

At this moment, Bai Qingming’s mind was utterly blank.

Even though he now possessed luxury cars and mansions, and his bank account held tens of millions, he was still overwhelmed with shock.

In Bai Qingming’s view, tens of millions was already a staggering sum—yet now he was being told that the unit of calculation wasn’t ten thousand, but a hundred million.

Who could possibly handle such news?

He snapped back to reality and began counting on his fingers.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred million, ten billion, hundred billion.

“One digit, two digits, three digits, four… My god, the number is as long as a phone number!”

Bai Qingming was utterly dumbfounded, his mind replaying one phrase over and over.

Hundreds of billions—hundreds of billions!

He could never spend it all in a lifetime, not in a hundred lifetimes!

“Mr. Bai, are you still listening?” After a long silence on the line, the female assistant couldn’t help but ask.

Bai Qingming snapped back and quickly coughed to cover his embarrassment.

“Go on,” he said.

“Alright, Mr. Bai. Let me give you a report on the company’s current situation.”

For the next half hour, the assistant rattled on about all sorts of things.

Bai Qingming understood none of it, but one thing was clear: he was now the largest shareholder of the LV company.

If he had to describe it in two words—

Absolutely powerful.

In short, he was a big deal now.

“Well, Mr. Bai, when would you be available to visit the company headquarters? The board is waiting for you to attend a meeting,” the assistant said respectfully.

Bai Qingming considered this.

“I won’t be coming over. Tell them the company should continue as it always has. As for meetings… I’ll attend whenever I have time,” he instructed.

The assistant’s earlier explanations had nearly left him bewildered; why bother with meetings, as long as he received his share of profits.

At the end, Bai Qingming remembered something and spoke again.

“By the way, prepare some of our company’s products for me. I want to give them away. You can choose what to prepare, for both men and women, and make sure there’s plenty.”

“No problem, Mr. Bai. I’ll get right on it!”

The assistant agreed.

“Also, Mr. Bai, I’ve added your WeChat. My name is Tang Shi, but you can call me Xiao Tang. My profile picture is of myself—I’m twenty-two, one meter seventy-two tall, weigh ninety pounds, won first prize in a modeling competition, and my measurements are… I don’t have a boyfriend. If you need anything, just let me know; I can handle anything.”

She emphasized the word “anything.”

…

After giving her the address for the delivery, Bai Qingming hung up.

To be honest, big companies really are different. Even an assistant must meet high standards for figure, weight, and measurements—and can’t have a boyfriend.

What an eye-opener.

But then, Bai Qingming mused, perhaps he could occasionally livestream “A Boring Day in the Life of a Rich Man,” and whenever viewers sent gifts, he could thank them with a cheeky, “Thanks for the gift, you poor soul.”

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

No, that would be too ostentatious—he’d risk getting beaten up.

Better to take a nap and rest up.

So be it.

As noon approached, there was a knock at the door: PDD, Dashima, and other streamers had arrived.

…

The previous night’s fan meeting had ended, and Bai Qingming had become even more famous.

Viewers who watched the stream dubbed the event “The Battle of the Gods”—though the “gods” referred to the wealthy patrons from the luxury guild, and those streamers like PDD who helped Bai Qingming climb the ranking charts.

Unsurprisingly, Bai Qingming’s performance of “Wild Wolf Disco” once again swept across major short-video platforms, and those who lived off editing his livestream content were nearly delirious with joy.

Many netizens who were late to the trend listened and commented that “Wild Wolf Disco” was simply too catchy.

On the first listen, everyone wondered, “What is this nonsense?”

On the second, they thought, “Actually, this sounds pretty good.”

By the third, before the song even started, they were already singing, “Draw a dragon to my left, a rainbow to my right!”

In no time, “Wild Wolf Disco” became a viral sensation across the internet.

Some people had never intentionally listened to the song, but those around them kept playing it; unknowingly, they caught the bug, their brains memorizing the lyrics and melody, and when the intro played, they couldn’t help but sing along—utterly addictive.

At this moment.

Inside Bai Qingming’s home, seven or eight streamers sat together.

There was PDD, Dashima, Zhixun, Dumb Girl, Aunt Zhou, and others—everyone who could come had arrived, and those who couldn’t had already sent their regards.

They sat at the dining table, enjoying the seafood feast Bai Qingming had prepared in advance, chatting as they ate.

PDD said, “Hey, brother! Watching your stream, I thought you used beauty filters, but you’re actually this handsome in real life—almost as good-looking as me at my peak! I was crazy handsome back then, damn it, I swore I’d stop cursing, so that just now doesn’t count. From today, no more cursing—starting now!”

Everyone: “…”

Zhixun then spoke, looking seriously at Bai Qingming, “Brother, when will you solo with me? Is tonight good?”

Aunt Zhou chimed in immediately, “Once you’ve soloed with him, can you play a few games with me?”

Dashima chuckled, his mouth full of seafood, but still managed to speak, “Let me tell you, when it comes to eating seafood, I’m the expert. Honestly, this king crab is superb, and the Boston lobster isn’t bad either.”

Bai Qingming smiled.

“If you like it, eat more. When you leave, each of you can take home a few king crabs and lobsters.”

Dashima was even more delighted.

He hadn’t eaten breakfast, waiting for this meal—and now, he could even take some home.

Absolutely fantastic!

Such generosity!

“By the way, last night I told my fans that a bunch of us were coming to your place for a meal. If you don’t mind, can I start a livestream right now?” PDD suddenly remembered and sought everyone’s opinion.

“I don’t mind.”

“No problem, I’ll stream too.”

“Let’s do it together.”

Everyone chimed in.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Dumb Girl, who was getting up to pour water, went to open the door.

When the door opened, outside stood a young woman in uniform, dressed as a secretary.

She was very attractive, with an excellent figure.

As a fellow woman, Dumb Girl’s first instinct was to notice the differences between herself and the woman at the door—her shirt was stretched tight across her chest, the buttons threatening to burst.

Dumb Girl glanced down at herself.

Well… she could see her slippers, nothing blocking the view.

“Hello, is Mr. Bai here?”

The woman outside spoke.

“Mr. Bai?” Dumb Girl was puzzled. “You must have the wrong address—there’s no Mr. Bai here.”

“No, I’m sure.” The woman checked the address on her phone. “This is Mr. Bai’s home!”

Then, Dumb Girl realized.

Mr. Bai—a surname of Bai.

It seemed only the dog-man here had that surname.

Could it be…

Meanwhile.

At the dining table, Bai Qingming heard the commotion and stood up.

“Who’s calling me?”

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