Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

Seeing that Su Ning'er didn't want his help, Gong Shenzhi didn't say anything else.

The stomach medicine has taken effect now and the pain is not as severe as before.

He only said one sentence when Su Ning'er got off the elevator:

"Call Assistant Su if you need anything. We'll be flying back to Fengcheng the day after tomorrow."

"Okay." Su Ning'er looked at him and said, "You need to take care of your stomach. You must eat well three times a day."

Gong Shenzhi's eyes darkened: "I understand."

Su Ning'er then turned around and went back to her room.

I played for an entire afternoon and went to the hospital. I was pretty tired.

Qian Qian comforted her while yawning:

"Don't worry, Mr. Su. Mr. Gong will be fine."

Su Ning'er was a little surprised:

"You know I'm worried about him? Is it obvious?"

Qian Qian nodded:

"Look at Mr. Gong's eyes, they're so gentle that they almost make me wet. Mr. Su, you really like Mr. Gong, right?"

Su Ning'er: "..."

Over the years, has she ever forgotten Gong Shenzhi?

Especially when he was not around, the memories of him were her spiritual food.

I say I want to forget, but I never forget.

Especially the last fire.

When she learned that Gong Shenzhi had not come out, the heart-wrenching pain made her realize that she would never be able to forget Gong Shenzhi in her life.

But she was very clear, she knew that there would be no future between her and him.

I just hope he can live well for the rest of his life.

If even Qian Qian could see it, then Gong Shenzhi must have seen it too.

It seems I have to exercise restraint in the future.

Su Ning'er smiled and said, "Hurry up and take a shower and go to bed. We'll go there early tomorrow."

Both bedrooms have bathrooms. Qianqian came out of the shower and screamed in surprise:

"Boss Su, the live classes are really effective. The sales during the evening live broadcast are five times higher than usual."

Su Ning'er came out wrapped in a bathrobe:

"Really? How's the fan feedback?"

Qian Qian said happily:

"The live class had a peak attendance of 10.8. Fans all thought the course was a good one because it was free to watch, and they praised our broad resonance."

The number five times sounds like a lot, but in fact the online sales tonight were only over a hundred, mainly because the previous sales were too poor.

But no matter what, it shows that the live class was the right move. If her estimate is correct, tomorrow's sales will be even higher.

After all, today is the first live class, and many parents are definitely still waiting and watching.

At least I can get some good sleep tonight.

But this is not enough.

Su Ning'er's goal is not just to clear the inventory, she wants to promote the Wuyou Drum.

Originally, she planned to promote the guqin first, but the guqins sold were all high-quality products with high costs. A good guqin was even more valuable, making it unsuitable for promotion.

The Wuyou drum is very suitable. It is not expensive, easy for students to learn, and has an ethereal and beautiful tone.

It would be great if we could start a craze for Wuyou Drum.

Su Ning'er watched the replay of Xiaomi's live class and pondered in her heart.

At this moment, Qian Qian suddenly uttered a rude word:

"I go!"

"This is too shameless. President Gong is clearly in the hospital tonight."

"What's wrong?" Su Ning'er didn't look up.

Qianqian came over with his phone:

"Mr. Su, look, these paparazzi are talking nonsense."

It turns out that Lu Zhu is on the hot search again, and the entry is more evidence of Lu Zhu’s love affair.

Qianqian was so angry:

"What a joke! If we hadn't been with Mr. Gong all this time, we would have been fooled by these people."