Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 422 - 441: He Is Not My Brother

The branches in third and fourth place, as well as those in sixth through ninth, were all busy strategizing. Only Jiang Qiuqiu’s branch wasn’t discussing it at all.

Everyone in the holographic conference room was talking about Qian Xingxing.

"How did he suddenly get a brother... What kind of brother is this?" The worry on Meimei’s face was the most obvious. "Is this why he’s been going back home so often lately?"

"It feels so sudden. Little President Qian didn’t tell us anything in advance," Wanxing added.

Jiang Qiuqiu had also seen the announcement. It was extremely formulaic, not at all what you’d expect from someone who had just found a long-lost relative.

"I just sent him a message, but he hasn’t replied." Meimei’s thoughts were completely focused on Little President Qian.

He was an only son, and now suddenly there was news of an older brother.

’If this brother was easy to get along with, that would be one thing. But if he isn’t...’

’It would probably feel like his life has been invaded.’

"He’s probably busy with something."

Just as the three of them were chatting, a notification popped up in the holographic conference room: a fourth person had joined.

Meimei immediately looked toward the entrance. "Little President Qian!"

"What are you all discussing?" For the first time in a while, Qian Xingxing showed a smile. It was a little tired, but genuine. "Are you talking about tomorrow’s competition?"

"Not really," Jiang Qiuqiu said, shaking her head. "We were talking about you."

"...Me?" He sat down. "Talking about that announcement on the Star Network?"

"Yes, Little President Qian. Is that news true?"

"It is." He lowered his gaze. "If it weren’t true, how could it have been sent from my terminal?"

Everyone could clearly see that his spirits dampened and his mood soured whenever the topic of that person came up.

They were all considerate people, so they quickly changed the subject and didn’t bring it up again.

With the ever-so-career-focused Qian Xingxing now present, the meeting instantly became more formal. They discussed data on their competition opponents, their opponents’ styles, who wasn’t a threat, and who might be eliminated tomorrow.

They also discussed how to arrange the menu. On the Star Network, gossip from other circles had been mostly buried by Qian Xingxing’s new post.

But within the small food community, there was still an endless stream of people discussing Jiang Qiuqiu and expressing their curiosity about her.

The operations department’s main task was to properly channel the traffic from this group of people.

The subsidies from the previous event had to be distributed. This had become a small-scale phenomenon, so Qian Xingxing said he would find a media outlet to do a short interview about it. This would let it leave its mark on the livestreaming world and also serve as a notable achievement on Jiang Qiuqiu’s record.

Qian Xingxing arranged all of this methodically.

As the lead editor, Meimei logged off to start making arrangements as soon as her tasks were assigned.

Wanxing quickly received her tasks and left as well.

As they talked, soon only Jiang Qiuqiu and Qian Xingxing were left in the conference room.

"Stay seated, Qiuqiu. There’s something I need to talk to you about too."

"What’s wrong, Little President Qian?"

"Things haven’t been going well for me lately." He didn’t try to hide it; his first sentence got straight to the point. "You’ve probably noticed that I’ve been having some problems."

"Is it a family matter?"

"Yeah."

"Does it have to do with your new brother?"

For some reason, hearing the word "brother" come from the mouth of someone he knew was utterly nauseating. "He is not my brother."

That one sentence said it all.

Jiang Qiuqiu seemed to understand in an instant. The reason Qian Xingxing’s recent posts had been so formulaic, cold, and distant was because he hadn’t been the one posting them.

"This is something I shouldn’t be telling anyone, but I want to tell you."