Chapter 1008: 365 Blessings

Tonight, Yangcheng was somewhat sultry; even with the air conditioning on indoors, Zhou Andong and Qiu Qiu were drenched in sweat.

The two took a shower, and after coming out, Qiu Qiu sat on the sofa holding the remote control, watching TV.

Zhou Andong lay on the sofa, his head resting on Qiu Qiu's thigh, reaching out to pick up the ashtray on the coffee table and light a cigarette.

"Remember to call Yuan Wanqi tomorrow, ask her how her relationship with Xiangjiang media is, especially with influential TV stations like Xiangjiang Wireless and TVB."

Qiu Qiu's slender fingers stroked the stubble on Zhou Andong's chin: "What for?"

Zhou Andong took a puff of his cigarette: "Xuri Sheng is going to list in Xiangjiang, I need to build momentum in advance. If the people of Xiangjiang don't know how bright Xuri Sheng's prospects are, who would buy our stock?"

Speaking of this, Zhou Andong most admired Ali's Dama Ge; originally, Ali could have listed directly in Xiangjiang.

But Dama Ge just wouldn't go public; today he attended this forum, tomorrow that forum.

Not long after, the people of Xiangjiang knew that a person with great supernatural powers had come from the mainland.

Everyone believed he had a future, believed he had prospects, believed he had development.

Then, in 2007, Ali first listed in Xiangjiang, with an issue price of thirteen point five Hong Kong dollars per share.

On the first day's closing, it settled at thirty-nine point five Hong Kong dollars, a gain of one hundred and ninety-two percent.

Compared to the current Zhou Andong, the then Dama Ge had no advantage at all, relying solely on bluffing.

But Zhou Andong now can leverage Jiang Xiaobai's fame in Xiangjiang to promote Xuri Sheng.

As long as the people of Xiangjiang know that Xuri Sheng and Jiang Xiaobai belong to the same group, it would achieve twice the result with half the effort.

At this moment, Zhou Andong recalled that when Ali was first established, Dama Ge had been rejected 37 times in financing attempts.

Given my current fame and financial strength at this time, would Dama Ge come to me for financing?

Thinking of this, Zhou Andong curled the corner of his mouth into a smile.

As for whether he would come to me, I don't really care.

Because what I want to do is real industry; if Dama Ge comes to give me money, I won't refuse. If he doesn't come, I won't go looking for him either.

At this time, Zhou Andong felt like Jiang Taigong fishing—those who wish to be hooked will come.

"What are you thinking about?" Qiu Qiu saw Zhou Andong's curled mouth corner, and tapped his lips with her finger.

"I'm thinking about Xuri Sheng's stock price soaring after listing."

Qiu Qiu chuckled lightly: "Just daydreaming."

Zhou Andong's head rubbed against Qiu Qiu's embrace, his ear pressed against her lower abdomen.

"If we could get pregnant next month, then by next October you'd just finish your confinement. If not, it might really be delayed."

Qiu Qiu's face showed maternal radiance: "If that's the case, I'll hold the older one with my left hand and the younger with my right, walking the red carpet."

"No way!" Zhou Andong objected: "You can hold Su Su, but the younger one just turned one month old—how could you hold it out?"

Qiu Qiu rolled her eyes and asked: "Have you thought about the child's name?"

"I've thought it all through." Zhou Andong said confidently.

"Go on." Qiu Qiu's hand gently rubbed Zhou Andong's face.

Zhou Andong reached over and took the ashtray: "If it's a girl, call her Zhou Guo; if a boy..."

"Wait!" Qiu Qiu interrupted Zhou Andong's words, bursting into laughter: "The eldest called Zhou Le, the second called Zhou Guo—Le Guo, pesticide, not small toxicity, tell me, who do you want to poison?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhou Andong had just inhaled a puff of smoke, hearing Qiu Qiu's words, he choked and coughed violently.

"Wife, your thinking is always unique."

Qiu Qiu pinched Zhou Andong's face, smiling with narrowed eyes: "Originally it was like that—who would name a child Le Guo?"

Zhou Andong scratched his head: "Then you come up with one."

Qiu Qiu pondered for a moment: "Our eldest is Zhou Le; Le (le) is a polyphonic character, also pronounced Le (yue). In ancient Chinese music theory, it follows the cycle of fifths, starting from the gong note to the yu note, in order: gong, shang, jiao, zhi, yu.

Ancient gentlemen must wear jade, right zhi and jiao, left gong and yu. This means gong music and yu music both carry the meaning of peace and ease, giving a gentle and graceful feeling, as well as the skill of mastering musical tones.

So, if it's a girl, call her Zhou Yu; if it's a boy, call her Zhou Zhi."

Zhou Andong raised his thumb, flattering: "Impressive, wife, in naming I yield to no one but you."

"Go on!" Qiu Qiu gave Zhou Andong a sideways glance: "Don't be afraid of horses."

Zhou Andong hehe laughed, just about to say something, when he heard singing from the TV.

"There are three hundred and sixty-five sunrises in a year, I send you three hundred and sixty-five blessings, the clock turns one thousand four hundred and forty times each day, my heart hides one thousand four hundred and forty plus longings every day..."

Zhou Andong and Qiu Qiu both looked toward the TV, only to see Cai Laoshi sing a few lines of the song, then appear in a very luxuriously decorated room, and then heard Cai Laoshi say:

"The world's first full-house custom home furnishings, 365 Home, beautiful life, companionship every day."

Zhou Andong glanced at the station logo—it was actually Yang Da Ma. Although not prime time, it wasn't bad either.

Moreover, they had hired Cai Laoshi as spokesperson; you should know that in this era, Cai Laoshi is absolutely the national male god.

From seventy- or eighty-year-old grandmothers down to kindergarten toddlers, everyone can hum a few lines of 356 blessings.

Qiu Qiu said with a smile: "This advertisement effect is not bad, the spokesperson they hired has good vision."

"Let them two mess around as they like." Zhou Andong stood up: "Come on, let's go to sleep."

………………

Not knowing when, outside started to rain. Not heavy, a drizzle, the rain threads swaying in the breeze, drifting down.

Si Wei entered the hotel lobby carrying a bottle of Jiang Xiaobai, then shook off her damp clothes and hair, glanced at the lobby clock—it was already nearly eleven.

She didn't go up immediately, but instead smoked a cigarette in the lounge, read a newspaper for a while. Seeing it was past twelve, she then stood up and walked toward the elevator, then pressed the 28th floor button.

The elevator rose quickly, Si Wei opened the bottle cap of Jiang Xiaobai.

With a ding, the elevator stopped, the elevator doors slowly opened, and Si Wei stepped out.

She stood at the elevator doorway for two or three minutes, then raised her wine glass.

Gurgle gurgle, she downed Jiang Xiaobai in one gulp, her face instantly flushing crimson.

Then she tossed the wine bottle into the nearby trash can and walked toward Room 2831.

At that moment, the storage room opposite had already been taken over by another cleaner, who saw Siwei and hurriedly said.

"The guest in Room 2831 has been inside the room the whole time, not even going out at night."

Siwei reeked of alcohol: "Have you seen that extremely beautiful woman coming and going?"

The cleaner shook her head: "No!"

Siwei smiled, reaching out: "Give me the key."

The cleaner hesitated for a moment, but eventually handed the key to Siwei.

Siwei took it: "You can go now—no matter what happens here, it has nothing to do with you."

The cleaner nodded, locked the storage room door, and hurried away.

Siwei took the key, gently opened the door to Room 2831, and tiptoed inside.

Then she quickly stripped naked and gently pushed open the bedroom door.

Her goal was simple: to sneak onto Zhou Andong's bed and ruin his reputation.

Then she would use the jealous Zhuo Qihua to deal with Zhou Andong—as for directly killing Zhou Andong, she wasn't that foolish.