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Ruan Huai was somewhat surprised by her words. Lin Xue'er had joined the company over a year ago, and during that time, he hadn't felt that his luck had worsened—except for the recent car accident. However, seeing Ruan Fuxi's serious expression, Ruan Huai nodded in agreement.
"Alright. Since it's my sister saying this, it must be true."
Ruan Fuxi was worried that her brother might take it lightly, so she emphasized, "The magnetic field and luck of a person are not constant. If Secretary Lin continues to stay by your side, she will take away your good fortune, while her own luck will improve."
This was somewhat similar to the practices of the Hehuan Sect, which aimed to balance energies. However, when it came to her brother being the one affected, Ruan Fuxi couldn't tolerate it.
After hearing her words, Ruan Huai suddenly recalled something. "Xiao Xi, what you said reminded me of an incident. On the day of my car accident with Assistant Zhang, Secretary Lin won a prize of two hundred thousand."
At first, he hadn't thought much of it, but now that he considered it, something felt off.
Ruan Huai reassured her, "Don't worry. I will let Secretary Lin go; I'll have her start the resignation process tomorrow."
Ruan Fuxi nodded in relief.
Noticing that it was almost six o'clock, she returned to her room. She remembered that she still needed to broadcast on Shark Platform that evening.
Ruan Fuxi set up all the broadcasting equipment and made adjustments to ensure that the camera only captured the wall behind her before logging into her account.
Seeing that her follower count had already surpassed three hundred thousand, she raised an eyebrow. If she remembered correctly, she had only registered for this account yesterday. It seemed that her fans from Weibo had followed her over to this platform.
However, Ruan Fuxi was quite pleased with the rapid increase in followers.
She started the broadcast, and as soon as she went live, viewers began to enter the stream.
"Haha! It was worth it for me to specially follow the streamer; finally got to catch a live session!"
"I came over from Weibo just to watch you do fortune-telling, I'm so looking forward to it!"
"Hey, why isn't the host showing their face? I wanted to see what the master looks like. Are you afraid?"
Hearing the mocking comments, Yuan Zhao immediately fired back. "What does it matter if I show my face or not? Our master isn't a beauty streamer; as long as the fortune-telling is accurate, that's all that matters."
After saying that, Yuan Zhao began sending gifts.
Yuan Zhao sent a private jet.
Although he was bankrupt, he still had eighty thousand left after cashing in his scratch cards. Since it was the first day of the master’s stream, he wanted to show his support by sending gifts—this was about making a statement.
The sports car effect raced across the screen, looking very flashy.
After sending the gifts, Yuan Zhao received a fan badge. A private jet cost two thousand; ten of them would be twenty thousand. This amount corresponded to a level, with the highest being level ten, which required a hundred thousand.
Once the effects faded away, Yuan Zhao typed in the public chat: "Master, I’m the one who consulted you last night. Thank you; I now have a chance to get back on my feet."
Ruan Fuxi recognized him and, seeing that he had sent gifts, decided to offer some extra advice. "Your new opportunity is in the east; make sure to seize it. Don’t send more gifts; save them for your comeback."
At this moment, some viewers also recognized Yuan Zhao. After all, many had followed Ruan Fuxi because of his posts.
"Oh, it's you! I started following this blogger because of you; I'm really curious if her fortune-telling is as accurate as you say."
"Am I the only one who thinks the blogger's voice is really nice? I guessed she might be a girl, but I didn't expect her voice to sound so youthful."
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