Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

"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.

Ye Qingqing felt incredibly sweet inside upon hearing this. She hadn't misjudged him; her husband truly loved her. Otherwise, why would he offhandedly offer such a status-symbol car to her family?

But one thing remained clear, even if it's for her father, the money must be paid!

"How about selling it to my dad for 1.8 billion?"

Ye Qingqing giggled foolishly as if money were raining from the sky.

"That doesn't seem quite right... After all, it's our dad..."

"What's wrong with that! Even blood brothers settle accounts clearly! 1.8 billion isn't small change!"

Ye Qingqing twisted her head, then said, "That settles it. My dad isn't short on money, he will definitely be happy to see this car!"

Beneath the display, the broadcaster's hand holding the mobile phone bracket was trembling slightly. He had not expected that Song Yun was actually the owner of the Silver Spectre!

Thinking back on how shamelessly he had gone to threaten the other party, he felt a wave of fear.

Meanwhile, in the live stream, the viewers were also dumbstruck.

"What background does Song Yun have exactly? Who can look him up?"

"My God! 1.5 billion! Is he really just a college student?"

"I hereby declare unilaterally from today that Song Yun is my husband! Handsome and rich, where else can you find such a man?"

Manager Bi sneered at the live streamer, subtly pressed down on the phone stand, and whispered in the streamer's ear, "Those who can afford this car are all nobility. Can you afford to offend them? Just an internet celebrity with millions of followers, huh? If they want you out of the business, it's just a matter of saying the word—think about what you'll do for a living after this!"

The live streamer, hearing this, sat down on the ground with a thump; he finally understood why Song Yun had been ignoring him.

It was because the other party's status was too high, too disdainful to argue with him.

And there he was, thinking about using Song Yun to make money—blinded by greed!

Just then, the live streamer's broadcast was abruptly terminated, and his account was officially banned, instantly reducing his millions of followers to zero.

As for the money on the live-streaming platform, not a penny could be withdrawn.

This kind of streamer was connected to the platform's super moderators; he immediately made a call to a super moderator he was familiar with.

All he could think about right now was getting his account back. He didn't care whether Song Yun was a tycoon or not; he was only concerned about the almost one million in his account!

"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!"