"Sir, if you're here to buy a car, our sales staff are over there, but if you're here to cause trouble, then I won't hesitate to call security!"
Manager Bi stood in front of Song Yun, speaking in an unfriendly tone.
In the Rolls-Royce 4S store, if he could not protect the privacy of the customers, then there was no point in him being the manager.
"Who are you? Don't you recognize me? I'm a top broadcaster with millions of fans!"
The broadcaster spoke indignantly, "I was just trying to interview Song Yun for a bit, and if you keep blocking me, I will expose you!"
"I am the general manager of this store, my surname is Bi, and I hope you will stop all live streaming activities! Otherwise, I will contact the legal department to sue you!"
What does a broadcaster fear the most? Not being popular! He didn't care about any lawsuits—in fact, if he hyped up this incident, he might even gain a million followers from it!
"Filming is my right!" the broadcaster shouted, neck stiff with stubbornness.
But soon he saw that Song Yun wasn't paying any attention to him; instead, Song Yun walked straight towards the Silver Spectre Rolls-Royce.
What the fuck???
What does this mean???
The Silver Spectre, just recently restricted from being filmed, was now being checked out by Song Yun, who even opened the door and test-drove it.
Could it be that Song Yun was buying this car???
Impossible!!!
Not just the broadcaster, but also the viewers in the live stream fell silent at this moment.
As regular live-stream watchers, of course, they knew how much the hosting fees for broadcasters were. Currently, the most expensive online contract was with Kitty Cat, at 130 million a year, but that money wasn't even enough to cover the down payment for a Silver Spectre!
Wasn't Song Yun just a college student? Where did he get that much money???
"Honey, did you really buy this car?"
Ye Qingqing couldn't hide the shock on her face, caressing the Silver Spectre's interior. She never imagined her husband could pull so many strings, even buying the 1.5 billion-valued Silver Spectre!
To know that Father Ye had asked many people for a long time, and even the Rolls-Royce headquarters hadn't budged, refusing to custom-make one even with a price increase.
"How about this car? However, it seems too ostentatious for everyday use, let's give it to my father-in-law," said Song Yun. To be frank, he didn't feel much for the car; even though it was extremely valuable, he saw it merely as a means of transportation.
"Super moderator, Daddy! Why has my live-streaming room been banned?"
The live streamer asked anxiously.
The person on the other end also paused after hearing this, then checked the internal company network, sighed, and said, "Your live-streaming room was banned by higher-ups' specific instructions, and you've been blacklisted across the whole platform."
"Why? I've built this account from the ground up! I haven't done anything that violates the rules!"
"You must've meddled with someone you shouldn't have, right? They say you've led minors to spend on gifts and have promoted negative social influences. Take my advice, while you're young, find a different job."
The super moderator then hung up the call.
The live streamer sitting on the ground felt tears welling up, without a chance to shed them. Song Yun's connections worked too fast, didn't they? It'd barely been any time at all before he faced retaliation. Moreover, from the super moderator's tone, it seemed there was no chance of making a comeback...
It was over, all over...
After completing the final procedures, Song Yun drove away with Ye Qingqing, leaving behind the Lamborghini. A professional would drive the car back to the Magic Capital villa.
Song Yun and Ye Qingqing then made their way back to her parental home.
At that time, Ye Qingqing's father was not at home, and her mother had also gone out to play mahjong. Song Yun parked the car in the garage, sat with Ye Qingqing for a while, and then went back to his own home.
Meanwhile, at the Ye Corporation.
Ye Qingqing's father sat at his desk, looking through pages after pages of investigative reports, appearing very troubled.
He sighed at his assistant and said, "The Nangong Family from Forty-nine City is reaching too far, aren't they? Are they already planning to join forces with the Magic Capital's Zhuang family to start a reshuffle?"
The Nangong Family from Forty-nine City had profound heritage, having been established for hundreds of years, with terrifying backing. Even the Deng Family was insignificant compared to them.
As for the mysterious Zhuang family from Magic Capital, they had unique insights in the investment sector; nobody knew just how much they were worth. But whether it was Jack Ma or the tech giant from Shenzhen, both had shares held by them.
If these two families joined forces, the Ye family, the apparent leader of wealth, would undoubtedly be affected.
It was a case of "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down," and it was all too appropriate here.
Ye Qingqing's father's assistant, named Fan Yiru, had been with him from the start of his career, serving as his right-hand man.
After a moment of silence, he slowly asked, "We shouldn't meddle carelessly in this matter. How about asking our son-in-law to contact some of the big shots in Forty-nine City? After all, our son-in-law's status is not ordinary either."
"Everything about my son-in-law is fine; it's just that he's too mysterious for me to know which big family he comes from. Well, let's just play it by ear!"