Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 331 - 326: Extremely High Consistency (6)

July 15, 2015, 18:06

Master Y announced a "Y·Y Brand Announcement Special Notice" through email and push notification.

The content is as follows:

"The brand song" will no longer only be chosen from the most popular original songs.

The number of winning hip-hop songs will increase to three.

The first prize will be raised to 200,000 dollars.

The second prize will be 150,000 dollars.

The third prize will be 71,600 dollars.

For the top three popular singers and their team members, if their final vote-pulling city isn’t in New York,

a private jet will be arranged for each group for transportation.

Other rules remain unchanged.

At the end of this "special notice", Master Y also attached a personal grievance:

The creative director of Y·Y is really brain-dead.

Dancing in Rockefeller Center out of nowhere.

Don’t people usually get paid to dance well?

If you dance poorly, just getting kicked out would suffice.

This silly girl dances...

and ends up in this situation now.

I really don’t want to admit that this dumb lass actually has a close connection with me, Master Y.

P.S. Even as the boss, I, Master Y, can’t help but rant: What a profligate woman!

...........

The increase in prize money was a last-minute decision by Yan Yan.

Master Y’s "oral" complaints are also clearly written by Yan Yan herself.

Crisis PR requires a quick and decisive response to take responsibility for the negative impacts one has caused.

The basket was poked by Yan Yan herself, and now, while she’s still leisurely coming out to eat, everyone else is undoubtedly swamped.

Yan Yan must find a solution herself.

And it had to be the most sincere way imaginable.

The fans of Y·Y’s care for the brand far exceeded Yan Yan’s previous expectations.

They spontaneously maintained order and fought back against those who attacked the brand without knowing the truth.

It was only now that Yan Yan fully realized that without the sincere support of a large number of fans, the monthly re-openings that Y·Y used to have couldn’t have continued without becoming a public safety issue in any city.

Y·Y not only has a fan club president for every store but also a national fan club president.

These people, unofficial, voluntary, help Y·Y successfully open store after store.

Such efforts, if the brand itself sought to do them, would not only be impossible to this degree but would also cost a fortune.

Yan Yan’s way of taking responsibility was very straightforward and showed enough sincerity.

The direction of online opinion quickly shifted again.

The online comments quickly returned to the state they were in before the live broadcast.

The conspiracy theory that Y·Y arranged for the New York contestant to win to save money was disproven on its own.

A few dozen minutes later, the "Y·Y Brand Announcement Special Notice" became a trending topic.

The heat of the topic about Y·Y launching shoes tomorrow surged to a brand-new height once more.

After dealing with this emergency, Yan Yan showed the message she received from Master Y to Qi Yi.

"Do you think I’m a profligate woman?

I danced, and the prize money went up by more than double.

Aside from giving out an extra 261,600 dollars in prize money, it’s likely that I’ve got to arrange for two more private jets.

Spending four or five hundred thousand dollars on a dance, isn’t that a bit much?" Yan Yan asked Qi Yi somewhat self-deprecatingly.

Lately, Yan Yan’s life theme had been reduced to two characters—’seeking scolding’.

Not satisfied with just finding rappers to diss her, she’d just taken the liberty to call herself "a profligate woman" using Master Y’s "mouth".

"As long as you’re happy," said Qi Yi, who seemed to be taking a ’none of my business’ attitude.

"Hey, it’s clearly all your fault, and what’s with that attitude?" Yan Yan glared at Qi Yi, venting her frustration.

"Hmm, Xiao Qizi made a mistake, he apologizes first. But he’s still not sure what he did wrong, do you want to tell me? Or do you want me to figure it out myself before you’ll accept my apology?" Qi Yi picked up the conversation and partially apologized first, regardless of "right or wrong".

"Me telling you directly... of course, that’s impossible.

You have 30 seconds to think, and if you don’t figure it out...

I’ll punish you on behalf of the moon," Yan Yan said, doubting Qi Yi’s intelligence with a look in her eyes.

Yan Yan was quite confident in Qi Yi’s intelligence; it was just that today she was really embarrassed, and she was looking for a way to regain some ground.

"If I hadn’t brought you here for dinner, you wouldn’t have encountered the Evil Spirit; if you hadn’t met the Evil Spirit, you wouldn’t have ended up dancing; if you hadn’t danced, then you wouldn’t need to become ’a profligate woman’." Qi Yi didn’t even take time to think; he immediately logically pointed out his own mistake.

Turns out this guy was pretending when he said he didn’t know where he’d gone wrong.

Yan Yan, now playing the spendthrift, was quite angry: "You know your mistake and you still dare to smile? Are you asking for domestic discipline?"

"Since when did our household have such rules? What exact clauses are there? Do I have the right to request some amendments or to add or delete one or two clauses?" Qi Yi feigned an overly shocked expression, raising his questions meekly.

"Do you think there’s any chance of that?" said Yan Yan, looking down at Qi Yi with an air of superiority.

"If I don’t ask, how will I know if there’s a chance? Maybe you’ll actually be very interested in the household rules I propose?" Qi Yi said, his expression summarizing as three words: "not serious at all".

Further described in five words, it would be "extremely not serious".

Yan Yan was honestly a bit angry, but a tiny expression from Qi Yi made her entirely back down.

Yan Yan shook her head, looking at Qi Yi with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile: "Look at you now, getting bolder by the minute. Xiao Qizi originally had no rights to begin with, and today you’ve made a mistake; it’s like you’re knowingly provoking the master, huh?"

"Actually, deep down in Xiao Qizi’s heart, he feels that he hasn’t done anything wrong today. Xiao Qizi’s inner thoughts go something like—no idea who initially suggested coming to Rockefeller Center for dinner." Qi Yi continued to express his views cautiously, pretending to really be Xiao Qizi.

Yan Yan glared at Qi Yi fiercely, determined to kill him with her gaze.

But Yan Yan pouting and being angry didn’t look threatening at all, and Qi Yi felt like laughing when Yan Yan glared at him.

Qi Yi already foresaw if he laughed at that moment, his girlfriend might actually get angry for real.

Knowing when to stop was undoubtedly a boyfriend’s due duty.

Qi Yi’s trying to suppress his laughter but not quite managing looked exactly like how he was when he first found out Yan Yan had made a blunder.

It was really like proclaiming one’s innocence while hiding illicit silver, like the proverbial neighbor, Li Si, who has never stolen.