At this hour, besides Meimei's and Qian Xingxing's teams, another group of people was also observing Jiang Qiuqiu.
In a home theater, Jiang Qiuqiu's livestreams, from the moment she'd registered with the company, were playing on numerous split screens.
Qian Song and Wang Henli sat on opposite ends of the sofa.
When expressionless, Qian Song was actually rather handsome, with a composed demeanor that gave off the air of a domineering CEO. "What do you think of this streamer?"
"This streamer..." Wang Henli tapped his fingers on his chair. "I don't see anything special about her."
"Her voice is pleasant, but she doesn't show her face—" An unwritten rule of the streaming world was that you could show anything, but showing nothing at all was basically an injustice to the world and to yourself.
"Her way of speaking is pretty unique, though. She knows how to capture her fans' hearts."
"What else?"
