Chapter Thirty: Promotion to Chief

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Cheng Ziqiu watched the scene without the slightest trace of pity.

That old bastard had been so arrogant earlier. It was only right that he got a taste of defeat now.

Cheng Ziqiu walked over to Han Lishan and looked down at him from above.

“Mr. Han, you were gracious enough to concede.”

Han Lishan abruptly raised his head and glared furiously at Cheng Ziqiu.

“You... What trick did you use?!”

Cheng Ziqiu gave a disdainful laugh. “A trick? Do I even need tricks? You’re not worthy of seeing what I’m truly capable of.”

He bent down and leaned toward Han Lishan’s ear, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear.

“Remember this: in this world, strength is all that matters. And you? You’re not strong enough.”

Han Lishan froze, his mind going completely blank.

“Mr. Han, in the future, when you do livestream sales, remember to find yourself a better team. Try not to embarrass yourself like this again.”

With that, Cheng Ziqiu straightened up and ignored Han Lishan, who was sprawled helplessly on the floor. He turned and walked toward Chen Churan.

A smile played at the corners of Chen Churan’s lips, though she deliberately let out a regretful sigh.

“Mr. Han, a wager is a wager. The company has always placed great importance on keeping promises, so...”

She spread her hands, leaving her meaning perfectly clear.

Han Lishan’s face turned livid.

He looked around. The employees who had once fawned over him were now watching him with expressions of gleeful anticipation.

“What is it? Are you planning to welsh on the bet, Mr. Han?”

Cheng Ziqiu folded his arms and regarded Han Lishan at his leisure.

“Hmph!”

Han Lishan snorted coldly and angrily swept the documents off the desk.

“You don’t need to throw me out. I’ll leave on my own!”

He staggered toward the door. As he passed Cheng Ziqiu, he shot him a vicious glare.

“Young man, just wait! Don’t think winning once means you’re anything special! Fortune changes hands, and we’ll see who has the last laugh!”

“Take care. I won’t see you out.”

Cheng Ziqiu shrugged, looking utterly unconcerned.

Trembling with rage, Han Lishan slammed the door behind him and left.

The moment he was gone, the office erupted in thunderous cheers.

“Brother Ziqiu, you were incredible!”

Little Li excitedly grabbed Cheng Ziqiu’s hand.

“Brother Qiu, you’re our company’s chief livestream host from now on. We’ll be counting on you to look after us!”

The other employees gathered around as well, their enthusiasm in stark contrast to their earlier attitude toward Han Lishan.

Cheng Ziqiu smiled faintly and accepted their praise.

Chen Churan watched him with amusement in her eyes, then walked up and held out her hand.

“Congratulations, Cheng Ziqiu. Starting today, you’re our company’s chief livestream host.”

Cheng Ziqiu took Chen Churan’s soft hand, feeling the warmth in her palm. His heart stirred with an inexplicable ripple.

“Thank you for trusting me, Ms. Chen. I won’t let you down.”

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“I believe in you.”

Chen Churan withdrew her hand, the smile at the corners of her lips deepening.

Cheng Ziqiu looked at her, his heart beating a little faster.

This woman was dangerously beautiful when she smiled.

There was a mature charm about her, completely different from the young girls he had known in his previous life.

Although Cheng Ziqiu had been a tomb raider in his previous life, he had seen all kinds of people.

Yet he had never encountered anyone with an aura quite like Chen Churan’s.

“Ahem.”

Cheng Ziqiu cleared his throat, trying to conceal his momentary distraction.

“Ms. Chen, what kind of benefits come with being the chief host? You’re not just giving me an empty title, are you?”

Chen Churan burst into laughter.

“Don’t worry. I won’t shortchange you. As chief host, you’ll receive the standard five types of social insurance and a housing fund, along with a base salary and commission. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”

She paused, a hint of slyness flickering in her eyes.

“However, if your performance is poor, I’ll have to dock your pay.”

Cheng Ziqiu thumped his chest in assurance.

“Ms. Chen, just wait and see! I’ll definitely double the company’s results!”

“What a smooth talker.”

Chen Churan gave him an affectionate, reproachful glance, though she could not hide the amusement in her eyes.

“All right, go home and get some rest. You officially take over tomorrow.”

“You got it!”

Cheng Ziqiu left the office in high spirits, already happily planning out his blissful future.

Luxury cars, a mansion, and a beautiful boss—this trip through time had been worth it!

After leaving the company, Cheng Ziqiu hummed a little tune and headed straight for the market.

He had to celebrate properly today and wash away all the bad luck brought on by being pushed around by that old bastard Han Lishan.

“Boss, how much for the pig’s feet?”

Cheng Ziqiu stopped at a meat stall and pointed at the plump, pale pig’s feet.

“Son, you’ve got a good eye! These just came in fresh today. They’re rich without being greasy, and perfect for soup or braising! I’ll give you a good price—twenty-five per pound!”

The butcher greeted him warmly in a thick local accent.

“Twenty-five? That’s a bit expensive. How about twenty?”

Cheng Ziqiu immediately switched into bargaining mode.

In his previous life, he had traveled all over and met every kind of person imaginable.

Dealing with street vendors like these was a piece of cake.

“Son, that’s a brutal price cut! I couldn’t even buy them wholesale for twenty!”

The butcher clutched his chest in mock anguish.

“Boss, look how happy I am today. I’ll buy more if you give me a better price.”

Cheng Ziqiu grinned and pointed at the stall piled high with pig’s feet.

“I’ll take the whole lot. How about that?”

The butcher’s eyes lit up. This was a major sale!

“You’re a man of action! Since you’re being so sincere, how about twenty-two per pound?”

“Deal!”

Cheng Ziqiu snapped his fingers and agreed readily.

Carrying two bulging bags of pig’s feet, Cheng Ziqiu picked out several kinds of fresh vegetables and finally grabbed a bottle of strong white liquor. Only then did he head home, completely satisfied.

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Back home, Cheng Ziqiu efficiently washed the pig’s feet, chopped them into pieces, and put them in a pot to simmer.

The aroma gradually spread through the room, teasing his appetite.

“Grrr...”

Cheng Ziqiu began to drool, and his stomach helpfully rumbled.

The fragrance of those pig’s feet was more tempting than any funerary treasure he had ever stolen from an ancient tomb in his previous life.

“Mmm, that smells wonderful!”

Cheng Ziqiu poured himself a glass of strong white liquor and took a blissful sip.

“Now this is the life!”

In his previous life, he had spent his days wandering through dark, damp burial chambers.

He had eaten dry rations and drunk cold water. How could that compare with the comfort he enjoyed now?

The pig’s feet had been stewed until tender, the meat falling from the bones, while the thick broth gleamed with oil.

Cheng Ziqiu picked up a piece and eagerly stuffed it into his mouth. His lips filled with rich, gelatinous goodness, and it was so delicious he nearly swallowed his tongue.

“This treatment after crossing into another world... Tsk tsk. Even the emperor himself couldn’t have lived better!”

Cheng Ziqiu was savoring this rare moment of leisure when a sudden knock at the door interrupted his “imperial feast.”

“Who is it?”

Cheng Ziqiu grumbled impatiently.

“Brother, it’s me!”

A clear female voice came from outside.

Cheng Ziqiu froze.

Brother?

Where had he gotten a younger sister from?

Did the original owner of this body have a sister?

Cheng Ziqiu opened the door. A vibrant young woman stood outside, a suitcase in her hand.

She wore her hair in a shoulder-length bob. Her features were delicate, her skin fair, and her large eyes sparkled with lively intelligence.

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