Damn it, I'm surrounded by childhood sweethearts-Chapter 585 - 412. Thinking about how to marry five wives_2
Zhang Chunxue's chopstick movement also paused momentarily, and she thought to herself, "You shouldn't say such things out loud!"
The originally slightly noisy private room suddenly fell into dead silence, and everyone turned their gaze toward Xu Qingfan, who was so frightened that he dared not even breathe.
Fortunately, the deadlock did not last long, as just then, the waiter came over with a tray of dishes.
After the waiter left, Xu Qingfan feigned confusion and asked, "Why aren't you guys talking? I was just kidding around; nobody took it seriously, right?"
"Hmph," Xia Xiaoxiao curled her lips contemptuously.
"Tea, right? Here you go." Xu Qingfan played waiter and filled Xia Xiaoxiao's cup with tea.
"You spilled!" Xia Xiaoxiao gave him a look and wiped the spilled water with a napkin.
"Goose goose goose~ Brother Fan, you look so awkward trying to change the subject," Xiao Ruawen pointed at him and laughed.
It was Lin Wanning who was always the most sympathetic toward her brother. Seeing that Xu Qingfan couldn't save face, she finished her cup of tea and said, "Brother Qing Fan, I want some tea too!"
"Okay~ Pouring tea for Wanning." He sent a meaningful look to Xiao Ruawen and then quickly changed his demeanor to pour tea for Lin Wanning.
After pouring tea for everyone present, he sat down again without further incidents.
Zhang Chunxue watched this scene unfold and found it quite amusing.
She had realized long ago that several of the girls liked Xiao Fan, and now their feelings seemed to be intensifying.
"Won't they end up fighting one day?"
Zhang Chunxue was vaguely looking forward to seeing what would happen.
"Cough cough~ Let's eat, the dishes are getting cold," Xu Qingfan cursed himself inwardly for letting his thoughts slip out and said with a straight face.
"Brother Qing Fan, here's some broccoli for you."
Lin Wanning picked some broccoli from her plate for Xu Qingfan, and the others followed suit. frёeωebɳovel.com
"Here's my bell pepper for you."
"Brother, eat some tomato."
"I don't eat cilantro."
Wu Lingyu looked down at her plate, seemingly without any pickiness.
"I can't fall behind."
"Brother Fan, the rice... I have too much, I can't finish it."
Lin Juan and Zhang Chunxue witnessed this scene, and for a moment, they exchanged glances.
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After dinner, they first dropped Lin Juan and Wu Lingyu home, and without lingering, they took a car back to Li City.
By the time Xu Qingfan and Xia Xiaoxiao got home, it was almost eleven o'clock at night.
Lin Jing and Yao Jiping were watching TV in the living room. Seeing the two come back, Yao Jiping said, "Have you had supper? There's still some hot soup in the kitchen. If you're hungry, I can cook some noodles for you."
Xu Qingfan smiled and nodded at Lin Jing, then said to his mother, "Some soup will do. I'm going upstairs to take a shower. Where's dad?"
"Gone fishing crazy, said something about staying out all night to fish," Yao Jiping said dismissively, "Don't you ever learn from him!"
Xu Qingfan, uninterested in getting involved in his parents' quibbles, shook his head and went upstairs to shower.
"Mom, Aunt, what are you watching on TV?" Xia Xiaoxiao then seized the opportunity to bond with her future mother-in-law.
"It seems to be called 'Temptation to Go Home.' This Hong Shixian is really terrible. Xiaoxiao, come over and watch with us," Yao Jiping shifted over and waved Xia Xiaoxiao over to sit.
"Sure!" Xia Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up; it was her turn to score points.
Meanwhile.
After a shower, Xu Qingfan lay in bed playing with his phone.
Ever since he handed his social media over to the company, he hadn't opened it for a long time.
After logging back into his account, he discovered that his fan count had increased by millions, but he could no longer make it on the trending lists of Weibo. He hadn't paid attention for months, and surprisingly, some artist with the surname Yao had broken the billion mark in followers—utterly ridiculous.
"The era of the navy army is coming," Xu Qingfan muttered.
If he didn't want to be led by the nose in the future, he had to join in or have his own megaphone.
Thinking about the blue ocean of short videos in the future, Xu Qingfan felt an itching desire, a pity he still had to wait three more years for the 4G era.
Xu Qingfan wasn't worried that the race for short videos would be preempted by others because when 4G just arrived, capital seemed unanimously optimistic about the prospects of live streaming platforms, throwing money at them, while the real version answer—short videos—were ignored by everyone.
The same went for rural e-commerce. Capital generally believed that the domestic economic environment would get better and better, and consumption upgrades would be the norm in the future.
People living in the great tide of the era were yet unaware of struggle and decay. Facing occasional setbacks, they also regarded them as mere interludes, confident in everything and believing they could see the road ahead clearly.
"By then, holding three companies each with a market value of a trillion, marrying five wives wouldn't be too much, right?"
In his murmuring, the clock ticked away, reaching midnight.
The video set for a timed release updated instantly; Xu Qingfan clicked on Xiao Ruawen's avatar and retweeted her latest Weibo post.
At the same time, Haowei Cloud, which he had scheduled for download on his phone, also popped up a notification; Xu Qingfan clicked to download it from the Apple Store.
The initial logo of Haowei Cloud was a multicolored cloud, which would also change according to your music listening habits. For example, if you recently listened to mostly sad love songs, it would automatically turn into a dark cloud.
Because the next day was the official National Day, there were especially many people staying up late across the country tonight.
With money spent on trending searches, within minutes, keywords like "100th Anniversary of the Xinhai Revolution," "Happy National Day," and "Misaligned Time" surged into the top ten of the trending list.
"Xu Qingfan, Xu Qingfan, your new song made it to the trending list!" Xia Xiaoxiao ran over hurriedly after a shower, her face still dotted with water droplets.
Xu Qingfan glanced at her; her thin silk nightgown and dazzling long legs were barely hidden.
He swallowed and quietly pulled up the covers.
"I saw it."
"I've downloaded your app. I opened the comments section but didn't see anything special?"
Xia Xiaoxiao, still oblivious to the inappropriateness of her attire, kicked off her shoes and jumped onto his bed, then sat down beside him.
"Take another look." Xu Qingfan opened the comment section of Misaligned Time; this time, the comments his team had written were already posted.
"What's this?" Xia Xiaoxiao leaned over to look at his screen, and with just one glance, she couldn't take her eyes off it.
[Our test sites, are their entire lives.]
[They were the first to awaken... they were also the first to die...]
[I always knew they were great, but I didn't realize they were this great.]
[I used to watch anti-Japanese dramas and just think they were really brave, but after watching this video, I suddenly realized their sacrifices weren't something that could be summarized by the word 'bravery.' The prosperous times I live in were fought for by their unhesitating, advancing, and valiant battles at a time when they didn't know if victory was possible. I know the eight-year war against Japan ended in victory, but they didn't know if their sacrifices were meaningful, yet they died without regret, wishing for a prosperous age like this!]
["That day I had a dream, a hundred years later, the Olympics being held right in front of our house!"]
[...]
The lyrics of "Misaligned Time" echoed in her ears as Xia Xiaoxiao browsed through the comments, unknowingly feeling choked, her vision gradually blurring.
Although Xu Qingfan didn't cry so dramatically, he too quickly entered Wise Mode.
He opened up the new song with the edited video on his tablet, and the two quietly watched it sitting at the head of the bed.
Scenes like these unfolded beside countless people that night.
Spread by countless viral channels and further expanded, it was past one in the morning, and the video's views were still soaring.
Almost every time he refreshed, the video's view count increased by tens of thousands, with comments increasing by the same amount.
The theme of patriotism never fades, no matter the era.
When Xu Qingfan received a call that Haowei Cloud's downloads had broken a million overnight, he knew that this marketing campaign had succeeded again.
Xia Xiaoxiao, also plunged into Wise Mode, vowed to become someone useful to the country and then left Xu Qingfan's room.
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