The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 75: 073 Boss Ying She Is Really a Fortune Teller?2 Updates?

Chapter 75: 073 Boss Ying She Is Really a Fortune Teller?2 Updates?

Nie Chao threw it with all his might.

After buying the eggs, he even took special care to crack the shells to the point where they were broken but not shattered.

When splashed on, the eggs shattered with a crackling sound.

“Ah—!”

Ying Luwei let out a shrill scream, completely stunned.

The commotion was not minor, attracting the attention of those who had not yet left.

They all looked over, quite surprised.

Especially Ying Luwei’s face, covered in red rashes, coupled with the egg white and egg yolk, was simply an unsightly mess.

“That woman is so ugly, what’s that on her face?”

“She’s too ugly, she still comes out to scare who.”

“Wait, isn’t she Ying Luwei? She looks like…”

The sound of cameras clicking was incessant, and someone was already opening Weibo ready to post.

“Don’t look! No one is allowed to look!” Ying Luwei was nearly hysterical, covering her face with her bag, “Go away, all of you go away!”

Lu Zhi hurried forward, grabbing her hand, “Luwei, let’s go.”

Ying Luwei dared not stay any longer and ran with her head down.

“Hey, that’ll teach you to be arrogant.” Nie Chao clapped his hands, seeking approval from the girl, “Boss, I did pretty well, didn’t I?”

It was just like him.

“Mm.” Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows, “Next time, I suggest you use garbage.”

“Ah?”

“It’s too wasteful.” Looking at the broken eggs on the ground, Ying Zijin felt it was a pity, “Could have hatched many chicks from those.”

Nie Chao: “…”

These days, why are all the bosses set on farming?

Truly unique.

“Boss, I think you might really be a fortune teller.” Nie Chao scratched his head, “Can you predict when I will find my Predestined Lady without getting kicked?”

Fu Yunshen had just come in from outside when he heard this.

He glanced at Nie Chao, indifferently, “Go clean up.”

Nie Chao scurried off.

“Everything’s been taken care of.” Fu Yunshen stroked the girl’s hair, his lips curving up, “Don’t worry, they have no chance to appeal.”

Ying Zijin nodded, “The Nie Family is…”

“No need to worry about them, he just happened to have nothing better to do.” Fu Yunshen was languid, pausing before continuing, “What were you looking at just now?”

“It wasn’t anything important, just that I think—” Ying Zijin fell silent for a moment before saying, “Trying to save my grandfather money was a particularly wrong idea.”

Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, “Hmm?”

He leaned in a bit to see the content on the phone.

It was a freshly baked Weibo post.

[@YoungerEveryDay: Retweet this post, randomly select one hundred people to give ten thousand yuan cash, drawing on March 24th, re-draw for Ying Luwei’s fan club members and for those who participated in cyberbullying, no particular purpose, just have some money, let’s have some fun [fist],[fist]]

Fu Yunshen: “…”

Old Master Zhong was really keeping up with the latest trends, even using the new Weibo emojis, shrewd and savvy.

Why couldn’t his grandpa just get over it and stop being mortal enemies with Master Zhong?

Isn’t this just asking to be played?

“I’m going to Shao Ren Hospital for a bit,” Ying Zijin handed a medicine bottle to the man. “You do your thing, and I’ll visit the Fu Family to check on Grandpa Fu another day.”

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes twitched slightly, his pupils as deep as the ocean.

He chuckled lowly, “Okay, brother will wait for you.”

**

At this time, because of a single Weibo post by Old Master Zhong, the internet was immediately set abuzz.

Old Master Zhong’s personal account posted funny videos every day, attracting a lot of netizens.

Although netizens weren’t clear about his identity, they all knew he was an elderly man.

So when they saw this Weibo post, they were all shocked.

[Wow, grandpa’s a tycoon! Ten thousand yuan, pick me!]

[Lining up here because I’ve never won anything before.]

[If I win, I’ll buy a pack of spicy strips for everyone who likes this.]

[Here I am, here to lower everyone’s chances of winning.]

The retweets soared minute by minute, and in less than ten minutes, it reached twenty thousand and went straight to the top of the trending searches.

Ying Luwei’s fans couldn’t possibly miss it.

Especially when they saw the phrase “If a Ying Luwei fan is picked, redraw,” they got so angry that their eyes turned red, and they couldn’t control their keyboards.

[Don’t care if I don’t win the draw, it’s just ten thousand yuan, who gives a damn, can you afford a Chanel lipstick?]

[Heh, as expected, there’s a sugar daddy backing them up, dealing with money, we Luwei fans disdain to participate in the draw.]

[Just by looking, you can tell it’s some nouveau riche that popped out of nowhere, Luwei is the true socialite from a wealthy family, not associating with such people, thanks but no draw for us.]

[Probably some underage, uneducated rich second-generation who wastes so much money on draws, trash.]

Seeing these comments, the netizens participating in the draw all got mad.

Are they actually bullying an old man?

But before they could roll up their sleeves and prepare to fight on the keyboard, they found that the blogger @GettingYoungerEveryDay directly jumped into the fray.

[Didn’t even want to draw you, no need for your damn concern, blah blah blah.]

[Feeling sour, aren’t you? That’s what I want, to make you jealous, are you mad, are you mad? Ah, even if you’re mad, I won’t draw you, dying from anger would be best.]

[I don’t buy Chanel lipsticks, the smallest gifts I give are ten sets of La Mer, you probably don’t even know what La Mer is, poor kid.]

Netizens: “…”

Sorry to bother you.

Grandpa’s fighting power is even stronger than theirs.

They were too naive.

After Old Master Zhong finished mocking Ying Luwei’s fans, he was in such a good mood that he even opened a bottle of red wine to celebrate.

Zhong Manhua sat on the couch, seeing Old Master Zhong grinning and smiling, quite puzzled, “Dad, what are you laughing at?”

That day, she and Old Master Zhong had parted on bad terms, and now Old Master Zhong had called her over again, not knowing what for.

“Nothing much,” Old Master Zhong tried hard to hold back his laughter, his face regaining severity as he coughed, “I called you here because there’s an important matter I need to discuss with you.”

Since Old Master Zhong deigned to manage her, Zhong Manhua couldn’t very well keep up her act.

She smiled, “Go ahead.”

“Today is the 17th, and in a few days, on the 24th, it’s Zijin’s birthday,” Old Master Zhong glanced at the calendar. “Last year when you brought her back, you didn’t throw her a party. This year, you need to organize her birthday party properly.”

“I don’t have time,” Zhong Manhua refused outright without a second thought, replying coldly, “I’ve agreed with Zhenting to go to O continent to celebrate Wanwan’s birthday, we’re leaving in a few days.”

Where would she find time to organize a birthday party?