Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 132: The Living Sister Sangsang

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: The Living Sister Sangsang

After Chu Tian appeared, he immediately became the center of attention, surrounded by people like stars congregating around the moon, all vying to converse with and echo his sentiments.

Even someone like Qin Jiaxiang, who prided himself on being a "clean stream" director uninfluenced by capital, lowered his stance and proactively sought Chu Tian for a conversation.

Sang Chuan stood on the outer edge of the crowd, staring blankly at Chu Tian, envy quietly blooming in his gaze.

He couldn’t help but sigh, "Being successful really is great. Unlike us common folks, no one even notices us!"

"Can you stop boosting others while diminishing yourself? Instead of envying successful people, why not work hard to become one yourself?"

Sang Ning poked Sang Chuan on the head, a little dissatisfied with her brother’s lack of ambition.

Though Chu Tian was deep in conversation with others, his gaze intermittently drifted toward the Sang Family.

Sang Ning could faintly sense Chu Tian’s motives weren’t entirely good. Her former stepfather didn’t have any glaring flaws, but he shared the common problem of some elites—a certain sanctimoniousness.

"Brother Sang, I didn’t get the chance earlier to ask—what do you do for a living?"

Chu Tian’s gaze landed on Sang Youming. Though it was just a seemingly casual greeting, it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

The typically outgoing and confident Sang Youming unexpectedly fell silent. He glanced at Chu Tian, noting his immaculate suit and perfectly groomed hair, then looked down at himself.

The clothes he wore were provided by the show’s production team, but his sneaker—yellowed and peeling—was his own.

Sang Youming shrank his foot back slightly, then raised his head to look at Chu Tian and chuckled softly, "Well, I’m just a rough man with a knack for woodworking. I usually take on odd jobs—nothing that compares to someone like you, a big-time boss."

Sang Youming’s tone was deliberately carefree, but to others, it seemed tinged with a lack of confidence.

Hu Zhi’s face changed slightly; she lowered her head, her gaze toward Chu Tian growing increasingly grim.

As if Chu Tian hadn’t interacted with their family before—he should already know what Sang Youming did for a living!

Was this his way of showing off, asking such questions in front of the cameras?

"Oh, so Brother Sang is a craftsman? Then I suppose you’re much better than me. My hands are quite clumsy—if I had to rely on them for money, I’d probably starve. I can only earn a living by using my brain and my words instead."

Chu Tian’s tone seemed genuinely sincere, but his smile carried a trace of insincerity.

[Do all high-ranking individuals speak like this? Chu Tian’s words sound perfectly harmless, yet I can’t help feeling uncomfortable listening to him.]

[What defines a ’high-ranking’ individual? At the end of the day, it’s all about pretending. Chu Tian’s heart clearly doesn’t think much of Sang Youming, and yet he’s putting up this façade of respect—of course you’d feel uncomfortable hearing it.]

"Exactly, exactly. We all make a living with our own skills, don’t we?" Sang Youming curled his toes tightly and laughed awkwardly in response to Chu Tian.

Realizing their conversation couldn’t continue further, Chu Tian shifted his attention to Sang Ning.

Half-joking, he said, "Xiao Sang, you must really admire your father, right?"

Sang Ning almost instantly caught the subtext in Chu Tian’s words. The original host had mentioned to Chu Tian more than once how much they looked up to him as a father figure, particularly for his ability to make money.

Was Chu Tian subtly belittling Sang Youming for not being worth her admiration because he couldn’t earn wealth?

Sang Youming faintly sighed, resignedly closing his eyes.

In Sang Ning’s eyes, he was nothing more than an unrepentant drunkard. She was already fed up with him—admiration was out of the question!

Sang Ning nodded earnestly, "Absolutely. Thanks to my dad, I developed such strong hands-on skills."

Both Chu Tian and Sang Youming froze in surprise.

Chu Tian was particularly taken aback; he hadn’t expected Sang Ning to stand up for Sang Youming.

Meanwhile, Sang Youming raised his head with a puzzled expression, trying to decipher whether his daughter was complimenting or mocking him.

He felt happy... but not entirely.

[For a moment, I really couldn’t tell if Sang Ning was being sincere or sarcastic.]

[Sister Sang’s hands-on skills literally translate to handling situations. On one hand, fighting ability; on the other, woodworking. These are clearly two different concepts, aren’t they?]

Chu Xi didn’t want Chu Tian to give Sang Ning too much attention, so she quickly inserted a topic into the conversation.

She puckered her lips and complained to Chu Tian, "Dad, do you know who the other investor is? Could they possibly be more important than you? You’ve been here for so long, yet they haven’t even arrived."

Chu Tian shook his head. He didn’t know either, and his presence here today was purely accidental.

The Zijin Research Institute had sent a cooperative invitation to the Chu Group, requesting the latter to invest in building an AI gaming venue.

After watching the concept video, Chu Tian found the idea of AI holographic games intriguing and decided to experience it firsthand. He arranged with the Institute to visit the site today personally.

Although he wasn’t sure who the other investor was, Chu Tian speculated their caliber was either equal to or greater than his.

After all, the AI gaming venue required a massive investment—not something ordinary entrepreneurs could manage.

Speaking ill of someone behind their back is ill-advised; often, as soon as you speak, they appear.

From a distance, a small car honked as it approached, drawing everyone’s attention.

Once the car came to a steady stop, Qian Yang quickly stepped forward to greet the arriving party.

The first person to disembark was a middle-aged man in a suit. Qian Yang warmly shook his hand and eagerly greeted, "You must be President Li of Zhuo Ting Technology!"

The man smiled and nodded, "That’s me. You must be Director Qian Yang. A pleasure to meet you!"

Zhuo Ting?

Chu Tian, who had been on the sidelines observing, immediately perked up at the mention of Zhuo Ting.

Zhuo Ting was a subsidiary of Hai Chuan Group. He had always wanted to connect with Hai Chuan Group, though he didn’t even know who the top executive was.

Now the head of one of Hai Chuan’s subsidiaries stood before him—if he could establish ties with President Li, perhaps he’d have a chance to meet Hai Chuan’s CEO someday.

With this thought, Chu Tian quickly stepped forward to introduce himself.

President Li was somewhat familiar with the Chu Group. Although its scale was significantly smaller than Hai Chuan’s, it was still respectable enough.

President Li’s response to Chu Tian’s greetings wasn’t overly enthusiastic but did extend proper courtesy and respect.

After exchanging pleasantries with Chu Tian for a few moments, President Li circled to the back of the car, bent down slightly, and opened the door.

Chu Tian immediately squinted his eyes, staring intently at the car’s interior.

For President Li to act so deferentially, the person in the backseat must outrank him.

Could it be Hai Chuan Group’s CEO?

But as the passenger stepped out, Chu Tian’s expression darkened instantly, disappointed beyond words.

It was just a young girl. Why was President Li being so respectful?

Before President Li could introduce her, the girl dashed out like a lightning bolt, ignoring Chu Tian entirely, and raced past him.

From behind her came an uncontrollably joyous voice, "Ahhh!!! I finally get to meet Sister Sangsang in person! Sister, you’re so breathtakingly beautiful I can hardly believe it!"

Sang Ning was caught off guard as the lively figure pounced on her. Still, fearing the girl might fall, she thoughtfully supported her.

Her gesture inspired the girl to scream even louder, "Ahhh!!! Sister Sangsang touched me! I’m going to die!!!"

Sang Ning: "..."

Sang Ning gently pushed the girl away, staring at her and asking, "Young lady, who are you?"

"My name is Li..."

"She’s Cheng Yao!"

The young girl wasn’t even finished speaking when a deep male voice interrupted.

Sang Ning looked up, her eyes widening with surprise, "Li Juezhou?"