It's time to give them a little... shock.

The benefits this incident brought to Young Master Cao were unparalleled.

Building a golden reputation.

Not just domestically, but even internationally, he began gaining fans—because he made enough money and was ruthless enough.

Even if Wall Street tycoons called Young Master Cao a "thief,"

he was "free," wasn't he?

Right.

Plenty of so-called geniuses became devotees of the "Eastern Stock God"!

Besides, if not him, who else could they believe in?

Even the globally recognized stock guru Old Ba suffered significant losses during this turmoil.

Yet the Eastern Stock God defied the trend and soared.

Turning millions into billions.

This was the epitome of individual heroism…

Financial newspapers everywhere began featuring articles about Young Master Cao.

He had essentially built a "personal brand."

Regardless of whether the reputation was good or bad, fame came early.

In the future, as long as he remained in this industry, anything Young Master Cao said would inevitably draw "attention" from the public, institutions, and even some nations.

Just as Tang's Mother had said—a single sentence could make an entire industry tremble.

No one expected it to happen so quickly, but at least the foundation was laid.

……

With some free time, Young Master Cao resumed his remote control.

Following his original plan: game development!

Acquiring various game studios and assembling his own team, he remained the hands-off boss.

Currently, he had purchased a significant stake in Tencent…

Coupled with the fact that many existing shareholders needed liquidity, this gave Cao Cheng an opportunity to join the board.

Though the shares he obtained weren’t substantial,

he still managed to gather nearly 18% from institutional investors and public shareholders.

Later, he bought back even more shares from other major companies.

Becoming one of the largest shareholders.

Of course,

this was with the Tang family’s assistance.

The Tangs had made up their minds.

Otherwise, even with money, Cao Cheng wouldn’t have succeeded so smoothly on his own.

This was the advantage of having influence.

It wasn’t just Tencent—he also targeted other major enterprises he foresaw would thrive, like automotive and drone companies…

Many of these "small and micro" businesses had only been established a few years prior.

Cao Cheng waved his cash around, buying aggressively.

The money seemed endless.

Truly endless.

……

……

In this household, the biggest change wasn’t how much money Cao Cheng had earned.

Honestly, no matter how much he made, his family’s attitude toward him hadn’t shifted much.

Ren's mother still doted on him as always.

So,

the most significant transformation was actually in The Third, Ren Yushang.

She oversaw "Miracle Capital," investing hundreds of billions over the past six months.

As the saying goes, "Position shapes demeanor, nurture refines presence."

Third Sister now carried an increasingly "matriarchal" aura, even surpassing Eldest Sister in poise.

This resemblance wasn’t forced—it was genuine.

Now, only The Fourth remained the little underachiever.

The Fourth was anxious too.

But Cao Cheng told her not to rush—after the New Year, the entertainment industry would take off.

They would acquire cinemas, music platforms, and cultural-entertainment assets, especially various copyrights—music, film, novels, even gaming, which also fell under the cultural-entertainment umbrella!

Many of these copyrights were dirt-cheap at the moment.

Buying them was pure profit.

Meanwhile, other entertainment companies were still stuck in outdated models, oblivious to the value of music, film, and literary copyrights.

By the time they realized, Cao Cheng would have already monopolized the market.

……

The system upgrade took a quarter to complete.

It was far more powerful than expected.

Now capable of harvesting emotions globally…

Encompassing the entire world’s population—something Young Master Cao hadn’t anticipated.

He’d assumed it would upgrade region by region.

Who knew the system would flex its muscles like this?

So,

what would the next upgrade be?

The solar system?

Over these three months,

he’d accumulated three divine treasure chests.

These chests weren’t solely fueled by emotions—some were drawn from gold and diamond chests, all for the so-called [Longevity Tea].

Unfortunately,

its yield was pitifully low.

After all this time, he’d only stockpiled 150-odd packets.

He’d keep hoarding them.

……

"Third Sister! You’re finally back—I’ve been waiting forever!" Cao Cheng exclaimed in delight, rushing forward to grab her.

That evening,

Third Sister had just returned home, still in her work clothes, barely having kicked off her shoes before Cao Cheng dragged her away.

With a doting smile, she chided, "Slow down! Couldn’t you just say what you want? Why all the secrecy?"

"Hehe~~"

Cao Cheng pulled her into his room, grinning shamelessly. "I know you’ve been working hard, so your little brother wants to help you unwind."

Third Sister’s gaze turned scrutinizing—skeptical, wary, probing…

She was certain Fifth Brother wanted a favor.

Indulgent, she reached up to tousle his messy bangs, chuckling. "If you’re buttering me up like this, it must be something big!"

"It’s nothing, really! I just think managing the company alone must be exhausting. Your little brother doesn’t understand business, so I can’t help much. The least I can do is offer a warm haven, so you always come home to comfort…" The flattery poured out relentlessly.

Third Sister knew him too well.

She didn’t call him out, though.

With a soft hum, she said, "If you really cared about my workload, you’d raise my salary."

"Salary? Pfft. How about shares instead?" Cao Cheng declared grandly.

"Alright, out with it—what do you need me for?" Third Sister burst out laughing, then crossed her arms and settled onto the chaise lounge in his room, legs elegantly crossed.

She was still in her office attire.

Grey sheer stockings adorned her legs.

The pose accentuated her allure.

Cao Cheng moved behind her, massaging her shoulders. "Seriously, it’s nothing. I just wanted some sibling bonding time, to help you relax. Carrying the weight of an entire company must be stressful. If those delicate shoulders collapsed, the guilt would haunt me forever."

The sweet talk kept coming.

Third Sister soaked it all in—she adored her brother’s affection.

"Really nothing?"

"Really nothing. Just relaxation."

"Fine. Then I’ll indulge."

She stopped pressing him, leaning back to enjoy the treatment.

They were family, after all.

After all these years, they knew each other inside out.

If there were an actual request, Young Master Cao wouldn’t beat around the bush so much.

This time, it really seemed to be nothing.

Third Sister relaxed fully.

However…

As Cao Cheng kneaded her shoulders, Third Sister kept her eyes closed, casually discussing some of the company’s recent investments.

Not a formal report, just idle chatter to keep him informed.

But Cao Cheng’s mind wasn’t on business.

Mainly because he was busy taking advan—ahem, busy opening treasure chests.

Borrowing Third Sister’s luck.

"Open!"

Three chests.

[Ding~]

[Congratulations, Host, on witnessing a miracle! Divine chest unlocked: acquired the next two decades’ worth of domestic and international hit songs!]

Whoa—

Just as expected.

Third Sister’s luck altered the outcome.

While this wasn’t as precious as life-saving items, one or two of those were enough.

Young Master Cao had no intention of risking his neck for anyone.

Besides,

this haul’s value was immense—possibly even greater than the earlier "intel."

Intel was a one-time deal, with a capped profit ceiling.

But a hundred hit songs…

Both domestic and international.

It’s practically high-dimensional suppression of the music industry.

Cao Cheng had some songs in his memory, but not this detailed, and certainly no sheet music. If needed, he’d have to painstakingly transcribe them one by one.

This made things so much easier.

A hundred golden hits.

Enough to propel any music company to the top tier of the industry.

[Ding~]

[Congratulations, Host, for witnessing a miracle! You’ve drawn a divine treasure chest and obtained the top 100 domestic and international TV dramas of the next 20 years!]

"……"

[Ding~]

[Congratulations, Host, for witnessing another miracle! You’ve drawn a divine treasure chest and obtained the top 100 domestic and international films of the next 20 years!!]

"!!"

"It seems…"

"It’s time to give the entertainment industry a little… shock."

Cao Cheng instantly brimmed with confidence.

Putting everything else aside, just these three treasure chests alone were enough to push any entertainment company to IPO, with valuations in the tens of billions, hundreds of billions, or even trillions…

Hell, even Hua Brothers once hit a market cap of 900 billion.

Let alone a company like Miracle Entertainment.

Nice~~

Cao Cheng was overjoyed.

He didn’t care much about money, but he did care about how much emotional energy he could harvest while making it.

Nothing could harvest emotions quite like music, TV dramas, and films.

Well, maybe except for video games!

……

Third Sister seemed to sense the joy radiating from Cao Cheng.

She thought it was because she’d updated him on the company’s progress, and Fifth Brother was pleased.

Which made sense.

Recently, the company had invested in dozens of industries, dozens of companies big and small, and deployed hundreds of billions in capital…

Not just Young Master Cao—even Third Sister was exhausted, but happily so.

Especially since the company’s value had skyrocketed, surpassing the Ren family’s entire fortune in just a year or two.

Third Sister had witnessed Young Master Cao’s rise from nothing, step by step.

She’d been part of it all.

And she was proud of it!

Click—

Just then, the door swung open.

Seriously?

No manners at all…

Of course.

It was The Fourth.

The Fourth had just returned and heard from the housekeeper that the young master had dragged Third Sister upstairs.

After changing shoes, she barged straight in.

And what did she see?

Third Sister lounging like royalty, enjoying Fifth Brother’s massage.

The Fourth was instantly jealous.

"Me too, me too!"

"Me too what?"

Cao Cheng rolled his eyes but felt relieved.

Thank goodness he’d already opened the treasure chests.

If The Fourth had shown up even a moment earlier, who knows what else might’ve popped out?

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