My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 343

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Went to Film a Dating Show with Someone

After a round of enthusiastic chatter, Cecelia immediately brought out her second gift.

It was a robot vacuum shaped like a turtle.

Julian Sherman’s eyes lit up once more.

"Vaughn Group made this too? Does your company’s design team have such a wild imagination? I’ve never seen such a weird robot vacuum before!"

Cecelia smiled. "This is a new product from our company. It’s not on the market yet, so I brought it out to give you a sneak peek. Our design team doesn’t just have a wild imagination; their technical skills are top-notch too."

She turned on the machine and demonstrated for him.

"See? Its head and limbs can extend into nooks and crannies to suck out dust and debris, while its body cleans the main floor. Watching it do chores is not only fun, it’s also stress-relieving. And the best part is, can you guess how it gets rid of the trash at the end?"

Filled with curiosity, Julian Sherman picked up the robot and examined it from all sides.

"Don’t tell me it... poops it out? But I don’t see a button."

"You’re so clever!"

Cecelia feigned surprise and patted him on the shoulder.

"That’s exactly it. Place your hand on its back and press down."

Julian Sherman did as she said, and a hatch on the robot’s rear immediately opened.

Its head tilted up, and its two front legs propped it up, striking a pose as if it were doing its business.

It wasn’t just Julian Sherman; even the cameraman burst out laughing.

"This is amazing! Who came up with this? It’s hysterical. The older generation might think this thing is absurd, but it’s a perfect match for my aesthetic."

He wasn’t the only one who loved it—the fans did, too.

"Holy crap. No wonder this woman is here to do housework. She’s actually promoting her company’s products. What a product placement. But I gotta say, I’m into it."

"I always thought Vaughn Group was some prim and proper company. Turns out they’re a bunch of jokesters. Now I’m actually excited to see what other fun stuff she has in her suitcase."

"News flash! Ladies, ladies, guess how much this robot vacuum costs?"

"Just tell me the price so I can die in peace! All the robot vacuums on the market are for rich people to free up their hands. A poor person like me can’t afford one, waaaah..."

"1999! Ladies, that price is a steal!"

"For real? Vaughn Group actually sells something that cheap? I can’t, I have to go to their official website and do some serious digging!"

"Don’t leave, don’t leave! Mr. Sherman is still here! At least stick it out until the show is over!"

The robot vacuum was also voice-controlled. Cecelia had named it "Ninja."

At Julian Sherman’s command, it scurried off to get to work, and Cecelia continued pulling products from her suitcase.

No matter what she brought out, Julian Sherman was amazed, and so were the fans.

What was supposed to be a TV show recording had turned into a full-blown product launch for the Vaughn Group.

The show paused for lunch, and the director pulled Cecelia aside for a talk.

"This can’t go on. The Vaughn Group hasn’t paid our show a dime in sponsorship, yet we’ve been giving them all this free publicity. It’s against the rules. You’re lucky this is a live broadcast. If it were pre-recorded, this entire segment would’ve been cut and re-shot."

Cecelia thought his point was very reasonable.

She had already achieved her goal for coming on the show. ’If I can’t showcase the products anymore, so be it.’

She was confident that with Julian Sherman’s sales-driving influence and his passionate fanbase, the Vaughn Group’s sales department was already going haywire.

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