Chapter 286
In Qinglin University's No. 2 Cafeteria, the area by the window was bustling with noise.
Gu Ran sat sprawled in his dining chair.
He held a piece of spare rib in one hand, gnawing on it with great relish.
His other hand was idly scrolling through his phone.
On the screen, the search term for the MicroChat-Unicom data-free SIM card had already surged to the top of the trending list with unstoppable momentum.
He lifted his eyelids, looking at Ye Zhenzhen opposite him. He raised his eyebrows, unable to hide his smile.
"Dr. Ye, please remember this golden rule of the future internet that I'm telling you today."
"Getting things for free is the primary productive force of humanity."
"As long as they don't have to spend money, the potential of users is limitless."
The aloof girl was taking small sips of her soup.
Hearing this twisted logic, she curled her lips in disdain.
She then skillfully picked up a piece of broccoli with her chopsticks and stuffed it directly into the mouth of the boy opposite her.
"Just eat your food."
"You bad apple, all your wicked ideas are used to scheme against people."
Gu Ran naturally chewed the broccoli and retorted indistinctly.
"How vulgar, this is called business wisdom!"
"Do you understand business?"
Hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen rolled her eyes at him and slowly swallowed her food.
Then, with a flushed face, she pushed her phone over to Gu Ran's hand.
"Um, help me grab one too."
"The internet in our dorm has been too laggy lately."
"Of course, I'm not just trying to get freebies, I need it to look up medical materials."
Gu Ran looked at the girl's tsundere appearance, saying one thing but meaning another, and laughed out loud. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch her soft cheek.
"Alright, alright."
"So that our Dr. Ye can smoothly look up her materials, let alone one data-free card."
"I'd even bring the whole Unicom store back for you."
Seeing this, Ye Zhenzhen slapped his hand away and glared at him reproachfully, but did not argue further.
The two bantered back and forth, the atmosphere exceptionally relaxed.
Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Penguin Building in Shenzhen.
The air pressure in the office was low.
Liang Dong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
His eyes were bloodshot, full of anger and unwillingness.
The tablet on the desk was still playing the joint announcement on loop.
Those bold words highlighting "data-free" made his cheeks sting with pain.
He was unwilling to be like Su Wan, losing to a hillbilly company.
He turned around, grabbed the landline receiver, and dialed the private number of the internet water army leader, Brother Hei.
The call connected.
He gritted his teeth and said word by word.
"Brother Hei, it's me."
"The budget is doubled, spread the smear articles immediately."
"Just say that MicroChat secretly drains data and stealthily deducts phone credits."
"I want to make sure they can't sell a single one of their trash cards!"
On the other end of the phone, Brother Hei's spirits lifted when he heard the budget was doubled.
He patted his chest and guaranteed, "President Liang, you can rest completely assured."
"We take people's money and eliminate their disasters."
"Wherever Penguin points, our brothers will strike."
"Within ten minutes, I guarantee MicroChat will be drowned by the spit of the entire internet."
After getting the guarantee, Liang Dong finally exhaled a breath of stale air, then slumped into his leather swivel chair.
Seeing this, the assistant nearby immediately put on a smiling face and stepped forward to flatter him.
"President Liang, this is a brilliant move."
"Under heavy rewards, there are bound to be brave men."
"Once this wave of public opinion warfare is launched, even if MicroChat doesn't die, they'll lose a layer of skin."
Hearing this, Liang Dong picked up his cold coffee and took a sip.
"That trash company GR thinks they can turn the world upside down just by making a data-free card."
"They don't understand what it means that a repeated rumor becomes a fact."
"As long as the seeds of doubt are planted in the users' minds, they can forget about selling their cards."
On the other side, Brother Hei hung up the phone and rubbed his hands together.
He opened the large water army group chat of two thousand people.
He skillfully typed on the keyboard, sending a message to all members.
"Brothers, a big job is here!"
"Our sugar daddy Penguin is paying double the price!"
"Spam smear articles all over the internet targeting MicroChat's data usage issues!"
"You must push the heat to the number one spot within ten minutes!"
The message was sent.
Brother Hei picked up his teacup, leisurely waiting for a response.
One minute passed.
Two minutes passed.
The group chat, which usually responded by the hundreds to a single call, was dead silent at this moment.
There wasn't even a single person following up.
Brother Hei frowned, thinking the network was lagging.
He deliberately refreshed it, but there was still no activity in the group.
This bizarre silence made anger flare up in his heart.
He directly called out a few top generals in the group.
"Where the hell did everyone go?"
"You don't even want to make money, is there water in your brains?"
A moment later, Core Member A finally replied with a message.
"Boss, please wait a moment."
"I'm lining up at the Unicom store over here."
"There are still three people in front of me, it's almost my turn."
Brother Hei looked at this message, a bit dumbfounded.
But before he could react, Core Member B posted a screenshot in the group.
"I grabbed a data-free card with a premium number!"
"The last three digits are sixes!"
"???"
Brother Hei stared at the glaring screenshot of the data-free card.
His eyes went wide and round, somewhat unable to believe that his elite troops were actually lining up in the enemy camp?!
A surge of anger rushed straight to the top of his head. He held down the voice record button and roared into the group.
"You bunch of ungrateful brats!"
"You bite the hand that feeds you, don't you!"
"Penguin is offering double pay!"
"Where is your professional ethics!"
"You have no backbone at all!"
"Believe it or not, I'll deduct all your bonuses for this month!"
The roaring echoed in the group, and the group fell silent once again.
A moment later, Core Member A sent a long voice message.
Brother Hei clicked to play it.
The other party's steady voice came out from it.
"Boss, it's really not that the brothers have no backbone."
"It's because MicroChat is truly completely data-free."
"Think about it, we idle our phones to farm comments every day."
"One person has dozens of phones, running multiple accounts."
"The monthly data fees are a huge expense."
"Using this card, we can save several hundred a month."
"That little bit of water army fee from Penguin, once distributed to the brothers, isn't even enough to pay the phone bills."
"Now you want us to smear MicroChat."
"Isn't this smashing our own rice bowls?"
After listening to the voice message, Brother Hei was completely stunned.
His mind rapidly calculated the studio's data reimbursements.
That was a huge sum of money that made his heart ache, but if they all switched to MicroChat data-free cards, the money saved would be more than taking on ten orders from Penguin.
The moment this math became clear, Brother Hei's attitude changed immediately.
He rapidly recalled his cursing voice message, his hands typing furiously on the keyboard.
"Are there any quotas left?"
"Get one for me too!"
"Quick, quick, quick, help me reserve one with an eight at the end!"
"I'll transfer the money to you right now!"
As for Penguin's smear campaign task, it had long been thrown to the back of his mind.
The entire water army studio was immersed in the joy of getting freebies, exclaiming how sweet the deal was.
In the face of absolute interests, any smearing was ridiculous and laughable.
The law of true fragrance had completed the most perfect dimensional strike.
Half an hour later.
In the executive office of the Penguin Building.
Liang Dong crossed his hands, his eyes locked tightly on the computer screen.
He was waiting for the smear campaign to fully ferment, and had even thought about how to report this beautiful counterattack to the board of directors.
But as he continuously refreshed the page, the overwhelming black material he imagined didn't even show a shadow.
Instead, after consecutive refreshes, a new update popped out.
Liang Dong fixed his eyes on it, and his face turned deathly pale.
It was not the smear campaign he had expected, but a status update from the official account of Brother Hei's studio.
"Just got the MicroChat Unicom free-data SIM card."
"The internet speed is crazy fast."
"Unlimited data."
"It's amazing!"
Below it was a high-definition photo of the free-data SIM card.
Liang Dong stared at the update, his vision going dark and his chest heaving violently.
He grabbed his mouse and smashed it fiercely against the floor.
The sound of the plastic casing shattering was exceptionally piercing in the room.
He collapsed into his swivel chair in despair, the melancholic background music of falling snow involuntarily echoing in his mind.
Qinglin University, Unicom Store.
Gu Ran held his cola, looking at Ye Zhenzhen's rosy cheeks with a triumphant and breezy smile.
"Dr. Ye."
"Times really have changed."
The young woman leaned forward and bit the straw of her cola, shooting the smug boy an exasperated glare.
"Get my free-data card sorted out first before you start bragging."
Gu Ran smiled and leaned in close to her, lowering his voice.
"I will."
"I absolutely will."
"For you, never mind a free-data card."
"I'd even give myself to you entirely free of charge."
Ye Zhenzhen's ears burned hotly at his blunt words, and she discreetly reached out her foot to step on his toe.
"Shameless~"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”