Just like that, Jing Shu inexplicably became famous, and with her, her grandparents also shot to fame by association. On the platform, she was known as Xiao Jingjing, and her fans all called her "My Sister Jing." Quiet, competent at washing vegetables—that became Jing Shu's public persona, because aside from washing vegetables, she did nothing else.
Jing Shu's popularity soared to over two million followers. Unsurprisingly, many of these were disruptive bots bought by Zhu Zhengqi and a number of returning pregnant viewers.
What??
Since the pregnant mothers had their appetites opened by eating Jing Shu's pickles despite morning sickness, expectant parents flocked to her livestream. A phrase like "receiving good luck in pregnancy" brought even more expectant mothers, hoping to stock up on pickles and reduce stress.
At some point, the back-and-forth trolling with Zhu Zhengqi's bots shifted to "receiving good luck in pregnancy." Even if there were hundreds of thousands of bots, the three words instantly drowned them out. The crowd was just too strong.
Zhu Zhengqi's plan not only failed, but it also unintentionally made Jing Shu famous. One wonders how he felt. Oh, Jing Shu figured he probably hasn't had the time to express his feelings lately.
After pickling all the vegetables, the month was ending, and everything at home piled up. Jing An was indeed called to a board meeting to handle the tempered glass incident and given two options: 1. Cover the shortfall and maintain the profit to sell at the planned price, which required an extra 190,000 yuan, even more than the cost. 2. Sell his shares and leave.
"Goods stored for over a year can be processed at cost. Wang Zhong wants me out. He's wanted to kick me out for a long time. I've seen through these people—Wang Zhong, Chen Yong, Xie Wumao. Very well!"
Jing An chose to sell his shares, taking 700,000 yuan and leaving the company he had been with for over twenty years. That evening, he went to a farewell dinner with Captain Chen and a few close colleagues, then parted ways. The next day, he moved all miscellaneous items and clothes from the two-bedroom apartment in the city to the villa with the moving company.
From December 1, that house officially belonged to Yu Caini.
Jing Shu was also invited to a certain "harmonious" place to deal with Sun Yinrui. His wife, Yang Yunyun, his son Sun Zijian, and Sun Zijian's girlfriend Xiao Cao were all present.
As the nephew who had caused Jing Shu so much suffering in her past life, she was naturally ready to begin her performance. New grudges and old grudges alike were about to be settled.
Sun Yinrui, his face haggard and stubbled, opened his mouth wide as he listened to Jing Shu recount the facts. Pieces of the puzzle in his mind seemed to finally connect. He hoarsely shouted, "It's you, it's you! If everything is because of you, then it all makes sense!"
Sun Yinrui pointed at Jing Shu with a furious expression, growling, "Why! Why did you harm me!"
Jing Shu smiled at Sun Yinrui. This was perfect. She loved this feeling. See? Sun Yinrui was shocked and filled with hatred upon realizing it was her. Just as it should be—the more hatred, the better.
Though Sun Yinrui looked ten years older, having suffered both mentally and physically in recent days, it was still not enough, far from enough. His whole family would pay, and Jing Shu would deliver their retribution.
"Quiet!"
Two staff members restrained the bloodshot, furious Sun Yinrui.
On the other side:
"When did I ever say those things to Jing Shu? My brain is getting worse," Sun Zijian nervously thought, staring at his father's murderous glare. Had he misremembered? He meant it for Xiao Cao, not Jing Shu? He was doomed. God, just take his father away, or he would be beaten to death!
With Jing Shu as the setup, Heng Jin had prepared thoroughly. Every piece of evidence hammered down Sun Yinrui's actions over the years, and the final hammer proved Sun Yinrui's affair during his marriage, complete with all evidence involving Su Meimei.
Strictly speaking, the marital affair was minor, but Sun Yinrui's wife immediately rushed in, thrashing him and demanding a divorce. Because Yang Yunyun was overly emotional and the scene chaotic, it was temporarily halted.
Sun Yinrui was directly taken into custody. His life was basically over, and Heng Jin would upload the results online, stirring who knows what kind of storm.
The second step: not only ruin Sun Yinrui's reputation, but make him lose everything. After the apocalypse, for someone already marked, it was like a living nightmare.
Sun Yinrui's wife, Yang Yunyun, dragged Sun Zijian into a car heading straight to confront Su Meimei. Jing Shu guessed correctly. Judging by her furious expression, she was going to confront someone.
Poor Su Meimei. She might be beaten badly.
Although Jing Shu anticipated it with some excitement, she did not follow. What if the emotionally charged parties lost control and beat her?
"Pleasure working with you! Looks like that family really crossed you. That person he keeps outside—still your relative, right? Hehe, you can never offend a woman." Heng Jin said, clearly in a good mood.
"Pleasure working with you." Jing Shu was also in a good mood, surprisingly not contradicting him. For the first time, she seriously appraised this young man who wasn't exactly a playboy. He was average-looking but reasonably attractive. Compared to normal appearances, his patience and restraint were exceptional.
She wondered how someone like him would survive in the apocalypse.
As for reminding people to gather supplies—what a trivial, mindless task.
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Back at the villa, Jing Shu began that day's livestream. Zhu Zhengqi could no longer manage the bots. The crowd fighting bots was gone, leaving only true viewers who enjoyed watching Jing Shu and her grandparents cook. Luckily, there were only about a hundred thousand, still significant for a livestream with millions in general popularity.
Today's menu: marinated chicken and quail eggs, and salted duck eggs.
The Cube Space had produced too many eggs, and it was time to process them. When Jing Shu returned, her grandparents had already washed the eggs and salted the duck eggs. Whether Jing Shu was present or not made little difference.
"Oh my, My Sister Jing is here. The eggs are all washed. What else can you do?"
Jing Shu's task was to peel the eggs. She secretly moved a batch of freshly boiled eggs to the Cube Space, peeled them instantly there, then casually cracked a few from the bottom layer in front of the camera, tossing the peeled eggs into the brine. The process was extremely fast.
By the end of the day, all the eggs were marinated and cooled. Jing Shu packaged one chicken egg with three quail eggs per vacuum-sealed portion. They were long-lasting, convenient to eat, and peeled ready-to-eat, even without cracking the shells.
Each set, priced at 998 yuan, contained fifteen eggs. The marinated eggs were loved by viewers, selling dozens of portions. Jing Shu had her dad mail them daily, keeping him busy. Otherwise, he would spend his days arguing with Grandpa Jing.