"The more I can’t find evidence, the more I suspect it’s her," thought Jane Sampson, considering Jillian Carter’s capability, it would be normal not to find anything on her in a short ti. "Sister Tin, could you keep an eye on the ti for , and arrange it for after my twitter raffle? I’ll do a live stream making small cookies and spicy shredded beef for the winning netizens."
"Okay," Rock Bell agreed, and imdiately replied to the person in charge on the other end after hanging up the phone.
As soon as the other company heard that Jane Sampson had agreed, the company’s high-level executives were overjoyed. They valued this cooperation very much and drafted the contract that sa afternoon, with the boss bringing the person in charge to sign the contract at Jane Joy Studio in person.
Jane Sampson’s live streaming on this platform could bring benefits to the company that were far beyond calculation.
Once the contract was signed, the live broadcast platform advertised on various major internet portals. This was a rare new user acquisition event for the platform. Jane Sampson’s participation could bring a lot of new users to the platform, stimulate the activity of the platform’s users, and inject new blood into it.
After hanging up the phone, Jane Sampson followed Jas Carter to the tea service room for food, hopping and jumping, while constantly sending ssages to Peter Gingery on WhatsAPP.
Jane Sampson guessed right last night; indeed, Peter Gingery and Jas Black had been out for tasks, and they only returned to the guard team at 11 o’clock in the morning. Peter Gingery had already gone back to the dormitory at this ti, but it seed that Jas Black was still busy. Worrying that Jane Sampson might call him and he wouldn’t be able to answer, he even left his mobile phone with Peter Gingery.
Peter Gingery’s only reason for calling Jane Sampson was to mooch so small cookies and spicy shredded beef.
After seeing Jane Sampson’s twitter, he imdiately reposted it, but upon seeing over 200,000 retweets, he felt it was unlikely for him to be one of the ten lucky ones, so shalessly decided to directly ask Jane Sampson for them.
All my teammates are reposting your twitter, and soone said that the more reposts, the higher the chance of winning. So people even reposted it ten tis. — Little Protein Prince who’s been abandoned.
A bunch of lunatics. [Mysteriously proud] — Little Protein Prince who’s been abandoned.
Jane Sampson logged onto twitter again, and amidst the hundreds of thousands of reposts, she didn’t notice Peter Gingery’s teammates—it was, after all, too crowded.
Upon reflection, Jane Sampson curiously clicked into Jas Black’s twitter.
She burst into laughter, holding her mobile phone, upon opening it.
There on Jas Black’s twitter hopage, were all reposts of her giveaway post.
Jane Sampson counted them.
Ha, this guy actually reposted it twelve tis within half an hour?
Twelve tis?
This desire to win the prize could be felt by Jane Sampson through the mobile phone screen.
Bright Sampton and Peter Gingery both knew to directly ask her, but is Jas Black secretly being sly, happily reposting on twitter and waiting to be drawn to win himself?
"The takeaway is here, stop hugging your phone and laughing like a dumbfounded person," Kendal Smith said as he brought in the takeaway from the doorway, placing it onto the tabletop. Turning to Jas Carter, he asked, "Did she get so sort of shock? Why is she continuously laughing while holding her phone?"
"Like a single dog like you wouldn’t understand our kind of married young lady’s happiness," Jane Sampson slowly put her phone into her pocket.
"Single dog?" Kendal Smith snorted, "Please add ’s’ after that word of yours, make it ’yous’! Married young lady? What kind of species of human is that? Is Jas Black sohow incompetent, so you’re a married young lady?"
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