Poor Foreigners, They Don't Even Know How to Say "Holy Shit"

Young Master Cao has always been someone who repays every slight with vengeance—well, perhaps more like petty and vindictive—no, that’s not quite right.

Young Master Cao has always lived by the principle of "don’t provoke others, and others won’t provoke you."

Yes.

That’s the kind of person he is.

Wang Chengye is locked up now, and chances are he won’t be getting out. The sheer amount of evidence he carelessly left on his computer was easily hacked and stolen.

It wasn’t just under-the-table deals and tacky videos.

There was also a list of corporate bribes.

Betraying the company’s interests.

The higher-ups won’t let him off the hook.

Even this public relations disaster counts as gross professional misconduct, causing massive financial losses for the company.

He’s definitely not getting out.

The people who could save him are all tangled up in the evidence chain and are facing their own troubles.

But…

This isn’t over.

Before, so many celebrities and entertainers came forward to criticize Miracle Media, whether at Wang Chengye’s behest or just to ride the wave of attention.

If you jumped on the bandwagon, you’d better brace for Miracle Media’s retaliation.

Though, most of them were third-rate or lower-tier celebrities.

Only a handful were actually famous.

No wonder those A-listers made it to the top—they’ve got brains.

Cao Cheng privately released a blacklist of uncooperative artists.

He didn’t call it a ban.

Young Master Cao doesn’t do things like that.

He just won’t work with them anymore.

Every artist named on that list was devastated, feeling like their future had dimmed, their stardom fading.

Some, of course, refused to accept it.

Like one Z-list male actor who’d played a few minor roles. He took to social media to demand of Miracle Media, "What gives you the right to blacklist me?"

But his outcry against the injustice of fate didn’t get so much as a glance.

Not even the most gossip-hungry tabloids paid him any attention.

A few thousand followers on Weibo—who knew how many were even real?

The company didn’t bother with him either.

Left to wither on the vine.

What a fool, thinking he could fight back?

Even if you hadn’t provoked them first, if they simply didn’t like your face, they could shut you down just like that.

Who would risk offending a tycoon for some no-name actor?

And this wasn’t just any tycoon.

He had money, connections, shows, and a whole chain of theaters.

A full-fledged industry giant in the making.

Not to mention, Young Master Cao’s counterattack had sent Wang Chengye—the loudest of the bunch—straight to prison.

Now, Young Master Cao was riding high on his victory.

His momentum was unstoppable.

Who would dare stick their neck out?

Some smaller agencies, worried that their own Z-list artists’ earlier remarks might have offended Young Master Cao and that the fallout could reach them, preemptively cut ties with those minor talents.

Then they pulled strings to try and apologize.

…

Too bad.

Everyone had misunderstood Young Master Cao.

Cao Cheng had always been a righteous man, never the one to throw the first punch.

Even when striking back, he only went after those who deserved it.

So,

after releasing the blacklist, Cao Cheng had no more time to waste on the entertainment industry.

He was too busy!

Every morning, he still had to wake up early to steal crops, water plants, and kill pests…

The game was insanely popular now. Cao Cheng realized almost all his friends were playing it—everyone was.

It was that ridiculous.

While farming in-game, Young Master Cao couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Thank goodness he’d prepared thoroughly and launched this game. It was the reason he was raking in astronomical amounts of emotional energy every day.

Without that steady stream of emotional energy, Cao Cheng wouldn’t have been able to draw so many treasure chests.

Nor could he have ensured a steady supply of the cosmetic essence.

To go global, he’d need an ocean of X-Essence!

The farming game’s peak wouldn’t last long—a year or two at most.

But its lifespan wouldn’t be short either.

He estimated it would run for a decade before shutting down.

Based on its current success, it would sustain Cao Cheng until his next big game—something like a battle royale or a MOBA.

After some quick calculations, Cao Cheng confirmed he wouldn’t run short on emotional energy anytime soon, so he relaxed.

Back to sipping tea.

…

The cosmetics industry had also been bustling lately.

After making a splash at the Spring Festival Gala and then gaining fame at its launch event, Miracle Cosmetics quickly went quiet.

Its offline presence was limited, but online, people still fought daily over the limited stock.

Gradually, many began to notice that Miracle Cosmetics’ products were getting scarcer.

At first, you could still snag something, but soon it became harder to get than Moutai.

Partly because more people were buying.

But mostly because supply had dwindled.

Then, whispers spread within the industry:

"Miracle Cosmetics is being suppressed by foreign giants. Their herbal essence raw materials have been snatched away, and production has nearly ground to a halt. They can only produce a tiny amount daily, making their cosmetics nearly impossible to find."

"It’s a scalper’s paradise. A bronze set that originally cost 380 yuan now sells for up to 2,200 yuan in the resale market."

"Silver sets go for as high as 8,600 yuan."

"Gold? Sixty thousand!"

"…"

The news spread fast.

Suddenly, everything made sense—why it had gotten so hard to buy.

"Damn, no wonder I couldn’t get any!"

"My silver set’s almost out, and I was about to buy another, but after a week of trying, I got nothing. Turns out it’s the scalpers."

"Wrong—it’s not just scalpers. Production’s down, and scalpers are swarming in. Regular folks don’t stand a chance."

"Yeah, I heard some scalpers use bots, hundreds of accounts snatching stock at once…"

"Wahhh, what do I do? Who’s got a set to sell me? The scalper prices are insane…"

"Damn those foreign bastards, can’t stand seeing a homegrown brand succeed."

"They’ve always crushed domestic brands—buy them out and dismantle them. Now they’re at it again?"

"Different race, different heart. They’ll never accept us."

"Hang in there, Miracle."

"Stay strong, Miracle."

"Miracle… we’ve got your back~~~"

It sparked a wave of national pride.

…

That day,

L'Oréal’s new CEO arrived in Zhonghai.

The company held a press conference.

To ensure a smooth transition in leadership, the acting CEO announced no major personnel changes—only promoting one deputy, a European-Chinese woman, as the new CEO Vincent’s second-in-command.

The press conference wasn’t just about personnel. There was also a product announcement.

CEO Vincent rambled on in flawless French for a while.

Then the translator spoke up.

"Mr. Vincent says that L'Oréal will soon launch a revolutionary new product…"

"Infused with herbal essence—X-Essence."

"…"

The reporters froze for a second. Then camera flashes exploded—click, click, click!

Rumors had been swirling that Miracle Cosmetics’ essence had been stolen by foreign competitors. Miracle had stayed silent, and no executives were available for comment.

But now, L'Oréal had dropped a bombshell.

This all but confirmed the rumors—L'Oréal had snatched the herbal X-Essence.

One reporter asked, "Mr. Vincent, there’s speculation that L'Oréal and other international brands used underhanded tactics to take Miracle Cosmetics’ X-Essence. What’s your response?"

Vincent didn’t speak Chinese.

After hearing the translator's feedback, he began to ramble on for quite a while, but the disdain on his face was unmistakable—utter contempt for the market's narrative.

A moment later.

The translator spoke up: "Mr. Vincent's stance is that this is just market competition. The X Essence isn’t something exclusive to Miracle Media. Whoever gets their hands on it, wins."

"This essence is produced by another factory. We paid three times, five times, even many times more to secure it. This is just normal market competition—highest bidder takes all."

"It’s the factory’s own choice, the most standard market behavior."

"As for the reporter’s claim that we ‘stole’ it… that’s nonsense."

"If Miracle Cosmetics had the capability, they could just as easily take things from us. As long as they have the strength."

With that, the translator mimicked Vincent’s expression, smirking faintly at the crowd.

The reporters were left speechless.

A few were visibly furious.

Not necessarily out of loyalty to Miracle Cosmetics, but simply because they couldn’t stand the foreigner’s arrogant attitude.

But…

This was Zhonghai.

The battle against blind admiration for foreigners hadn’t even begun here. Whether it was the bourgeoisie or finance professionals, they all had a certain… fondness for these "foreign devils."

If the foreign devils won, they felt like they won too.

……

The press conference ended.

L'Oréal also launched a full-scale marketing campaign.

As the saying goes, a new broom sweeps clean. Vincent announced his arrival with the release of a new product.

The product was rolled out almost simultaneously worldwide.

The pricing followed Miracle Cosmetics’ strategy—just one word: expensive.

And the product was divided into grades A through F, with F being the lowest and A the highest!

Prices ranged from a few hundred for the most basic version to several million for the top-tier!

Yes.

Several million.

Even more ruthless than Young Master Cao.

……

The day after L'Oréal’s product hit the market.

Young Master Cao made a statement on his social media: "ABCDEF? Damn, if you added one more G, I could sing the whole alphabet! These foreign devils are so pathetic they can’t even say ‘what the hell’!"

"……"

Fans were baffled.

What the hell was he talking about?

Soon, someone decoded Young Master Cao’s meaning—he was just lashing out in frustration.

A frustrated Young Master Cao, at a loss for words, could only mock the grading system.

Though his criticism had some merit.

But…

It still reeked of sour grapes.

L'Oréal’s fans were already chirping away.

"Isn’t this way classier than that ‘Bronze’ and ‘Silver’ nonsense from some people?"

"Exactly. This makes the hierarchy clear at a glance. Unlike that other guy’s ancient ranking system—are we in the Middle Ages or what? Lol."

"Lol my ass. With your bias so obvious, why don’t you just emigrate already?" A hot-tempered guy couldn’t hold back and unleashed a torrent of insults.

But he was quickly swarmed by the "fairy sisters."

"Market competition has nothing to do with bias. If you’re so great, why not make a better product? Cheaper, more effective… Oh wait, you can’t? Then shut up. Lol."

"Girls, who here gets it? They can’t compete, so now they’re trying to silence us?"

"Ohoho, this uncle here, do you even know anything about cosmetics? Don’t guilt-trip us. We earn our own money—we’ll spend it however we want."

"Exactly! Sisters, don’t waste your breath on these men!"

The incident didn’t blow up too much.

Just a small-scale online spat.

Young Master Cao took one look and was overjoyed.

Had his "protagonist’s mockery aura" activated?

Perfect.

He casually noted down the IPs of these "fairy sisters," planning to dig up their real identities later.

When certain products requiring real-name verification went on sale, they’d be blacklisted.

Young Master Cao cackled sinisterly.

These angry fairies would probably provide a ton of emotional energy, huh?

Sweet!

……

Over the next month, not just L'Oréal’s brands, but others too—including American cosmetic giants—rolled out their own versions of the X Essence.

All priced exorbitantly.

Global promotions!

A flood of soft ads, product placements in big-budget films (paid for at great cost), and endorsements from royalty.

No denying it—these brands’ parent companies had serious clout. Queens, princesses, even first ladies of various nations sang praises for the essence at high-profile events.

Upper-class women couldn’t get enough.

……

This was something Young Master Cao’s channels could never achieve.

If he tried promoting cosmetics at this level, it’d be near impossible—simply because of his skin in the game.

"When are you planning to wrap this up?"

"We’re just getting started. Let them make their profits. The more they earn now, the more they’ll cough up later—with interest."

This was the exchange between Big Sister and Young Master Cao.