Cao Gongzi: You're Welcome, Just Call Me a Good Samaritan

The atmosphere on Young Master Cao's Weibo page was quite lively.

Hardly anyone was hurling insults anymore.

In the past, those who dared to criticize would either get their IPs banned or face Young Master Cao's fiery comebacks—he never held back.

With his stake in the platform, banning an IP was as easy as snapping his fingers.

Whether it was banning or clapping back, both generated negative emotions, so why not indulge?

Over time, troublemakers learned not to overstep.

Especially the water army companies—they genuinely didn’t dare act recklessly.

An IP ban would cost them dearly, forcing them to relocate servers or re-register countless accounts just to regain access. What a hassle.

As a result, Young Master Cao’s followers were mostly genuine fans—loyal supporters.

Young Master Cao posted:

"Looks like none of you managed to snag one, huh? Well, as a major shareholder of Miracle Cosmetics, I can’t stand seeing my longtime fans unable to get their hands on what they want. So..."

"I’ll give other brands a little nudge to restock ASAP. Once supplies are unlimited, you can buy as much as you want. No need to thank me—just call me a saint!"

"..."

"Are you even human?"

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

"I understand every word, but I still don’t get it~~"

"What’s not to get? This Cao guy’s messing with us."

"Damn, he really is. Young Master Cao, if you’ve got the guts to spout nonsense, how about a fan meetup? Bet we’d beat you senseless!"

"..."

Young Master Cao chuckled as he scrolled through the comments.

Eldest Sister shot him a sidelong glare. "Instead of wasting time, why not help me sort through these documents? All you do is play around!"

Cao Cheng had come to the Ren Corporation today to discuss the luxury gift boxes.

Everything was ready—all that remained was for Young Master Cao to make his move.

The situation was ripe; the final blow could be struck anytime. But...

Young Master Cao wanted to wait a little longer.

No need to rush!

Major brands still had inventory, and many consumers still had stockpiles at home.

Truth be told, the market was saturated.

Despite the frenzy, people were panic-buying out of fear of future shortages—not because there was actually no supply.

Even if some items were sold out, the numbers were negligible.

And those who missed out were likely first-time buyers hopping on the bandwagon.

So,

this wasn’t the time to act.

Young Master Cao would wait until all major brands ran out of stock, until consumers exhausted their stashes, and until the uproar grew even louder. That’s when he’d strike.

Put simply, you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.

Right now, they hadn’t lost anything—they were just anxious.

In other words,

the emotional stakes weren’t high enough yet.

He’d wait until they were truly desperate.

...

"Heh~~"

Cao Cheng sidled up behind Eldest Sister and began—massaging!

Kneading her shoulders, he grinned. "It’s not that I won’t help with the paperwork, but I’m clueless about the family business. You know me—I’m hopeless at corporate stuff. I’d probably make a mess of it."

"Keep talking nonsense," Eldest Sister snorted, then asked casually, "When are you planning to lift the purchase limits? And what about the luxury gift boxes? The warehouses are overflowing."

"What’s the hurry? A single gift box lasts two months with moderate use—heavy users stretch it to twenty days."

Cao Cheng shook his head with a smile. "Let them burn through their supplies first. Besides, other major brands are also controlling their shipments while secretly scalping their own products. They’ll keep this up for at least another half-month."

"So, patience!"

Eldest Sister finally understood. "You’re really going for the kill?"

"What else?" Cao Cheng laughed.

"Eldest Sister, that’s a strange question. After setting up this elaborate scheme, did you think I was just toying with them?"

Truthfully, Eldest Sister still had a soft heart.

Even though she’d reclaimed her bold, icy demeanor, she wasn’t the type to annihilate opponents.

In her view, the smarter play was to keep collaborating with these major brands, hike up raw material prices, and profit off them indefinitely.

Just like companies in Europe and America—they milked domestic firms for exorbitant patent fees year after year.

...

Honestly,

Eldest Sister’s approach was more business-savvy. No bloodshed, no mutually assured destruction.

By controlling raw material output, Miracle Cosmetics could rake in massive profits annually from cosmetic giants.

In other words, force these brands to work for them.

A win-win partnership.

But,

who was Young Master Cao?

Money?

Irrelevant. He didn’t care about wealth—he already had more than enough.

Or rather, money was secondary.

What he craved was emotional energy.

And nothing generated more emotional energy than driving people to ruin.

As for how many went bankrupt or leaped off buildings under crushing debt? Not his problem.

Plenty of domestic businessmen had taken the plunge—why shouldn’t a few foreigners join them?

Bottom line:

All for the sake of emotional energy.

The more ruthless, the better.

Besides,

Young Master Cao feared no consequences—so why not live dangerously?

His only concern was the safety of those around him.

Hence the need for a top-tier security firm.

During his recent trip to the capital, he’d already secured his father-in-law’s backing.

Thanks to the old man’s connections, the plan was now in motion...

Without him, this would’ve been nearly impossible.

This wasn’t some backwater country where retired officials could waltz into military-industrial complexes—ahem.

Anyway,

progress was smooth, and security had been significantly upgraded.

Worst-case scenario—

if someone still got hurt, or worse,

Young Master Cao had a contingency.

This time, the system’s rewards included elixirs.

His luck had struck gold: a small vial of Revival Pills.

Capable of resurrecting anyone who died within the last 48 hours.

Genuine, no-strings-attached revival!

Only catch: the body couldn’t be vaporized—no ashes, no revival.

And the supply was limited.

Plus, a major side effect: the longer the death, the more memory loss.

Soul damage.

So,

avoid death if possible. The pills were just a last resort.

...

Faced with Young Master Cao’s reasoning, Eldest Sister was at a loss.

"I know you’re not just playing games, but if you push this too far, I worry entire industries might boycott or sanction you."

Cao Cheng understood her concern.

But Young Master Cao only smirked.

Right now, sanctions were the least of his fears.

The system’s latest upgrade had given him unshakable confidence.

If any industry dared sanction him, he’d instantly "dedicate himself to R&D" and unveil revolutionary products that would crush the competition.

He was practically begging for sanctions—just so he could flaunt his power.

I mean, he couldn’t very well sanction himself, could he?

Bring it on.

Cao Cheng grinned. "Eldest Sister, relax. You know I’ve invested everywhere, and I couldn’t care less about R&D costs. In the future, I’ll be making enemies across countless industries—countless people will despise me."

"If I have to tiptoe around everything, I might as well quit working and just give you massages all day."

Eldest Sister chuckled. "That works too. I’ll pay you a salary for daily massages."

"My rates are steep—I’m Cao Cheng, the gold-class masseur."

Eldest Sister shot him a sidelong glance. "Cut back on visiting those kinds of places."

"Sis, you’re wronging me here. When have I ever gone to anyone but you or Lao Si for a massage? With you two around, how could I ever settle for those cheap imitations?" The flattery clearly pleased her.

Eldest Sister nodded with a smile and let it drop.

Just as the siblings were enjoying their harmonious moment—

Ring-ring! The phone rang.

It was the office landline.

Eldest Sister’s expression gradually cooled, her demeanor turning frosty.

She picked up the call, her tone even icier. "Speak. Fine, patch it through."

Soon, the secretary connected the call.

"President Ren."

"What is it? Why call me directly?" Eldest Sister spoke while glancing at Young Master Cao.

After a moment, she nodded and handed the phone to him. "It’s for you."

The caller was Xu Qing—also known as Qing-jie, who managed Miracle Cosmetics.

These days, Young Master Cao’s phone was either on silent or turned off.

Unable to reach him, Xu Qing had somehow tracked him down to Eldest Sister’s place.

"Hey, what’s up?"

"Director Cao, an international call just came through to your office. Since you weren’t there, your secretary asked me to take it."

"International? Who was it?"

"Paul!"

"Well, well… isn’t he dead yet? Didn’t he have stomach cancer? Can that even be cured?" Cao Cheng sounded surprised.

"!!!" Both Xu Qing and Eldest Sister rolled their eyes. Young Master Cao might be easy on the eyes, but his mouth was practically laced with venom.

Xu Qing sighed and explained, "Director Cao, Paul’s condition isn’t advanced yet—there’s a chance he can recover. But he called to discuss formula and raw material issues with you."

"Fine, I’ll turn my phone on now. Tell him to call me directly." Cao Cheng didn’t refuse.

After all, he was counting on Paul to manage his European operations.

When you’re this good, the big shots will bend over backward to justify you. Nothing’s impossible.

After hanging up, Eldest Sister asked curiously, "Didn’t Paul retire? Why’s he calling now about formulas and materials? What does he know?"

Cao Cheng smirked. "Paul’s sharp—one of the few clever foreigners who really gets our culture."

"My guess? He’s pieced together some clues. He knows more than the average person, especially since Miracle Cosmetics hasn’t shown any supply shortages these past few weeks."

"The old fox had a brush with death—it’s made him wiser. Probably figured out some of the open and underhanded schemes."

"This call feels more like a probe than anything else."

Eldest Sister nodded. "Makes sense. But no matter how smart he is, he’s no match for your… ahem, I mean, he’s no match for your brilliance!"

"..." Cao Cheng shot her an exasperated look before suddenly striking a pressure point.

"Ah!" Eldest Sister yelped in pain, her shoulder nearly giving out.

[Ding~ Negative emotions +10002]