In an unfamiliar room, a middle-aged man in a white shirt was also keeping an eye on Jiang Qiuqiu's community, but he—was no fan.
As he watched the number of posts on the front page about where the crabs had gone multiply, his fingers trembled slightly. A bead of sweat trickled from his forehead into his collar.
'Damn it.'
'Are these people insane?'
'It's just a couple of crabs. Are you the only ones allowed to buy them? Can't anyone else? What is there to even discuss!'
Watching the topic climb higher on the trending list, he clenched his fists. In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and pulled out his terminal to dial a familiar number.
"What is it?"
"Mr. Qian... we have a problem."
The person on the other end paused for a moment. "The deal is done. What else could there be?"
The man in the white shirt quickly explained what was happening on the Star Network.
The younger man sounded extremely annoyed. "You got paid. Deal with it yourself—"
