The livestream was available across all platforms.
As long as it was an asset owned by Cao Cheng or had any connection to him, the broadcast signal could be accessed.
The footage appeared as early as 8:40 PM.
It showed the entire venue in high definition, with a dedicated host providing commentary.
Some who had caught wind of the news beforehand knew what kind of press conference this was, but others who had come out of curiosity were left puzzled.
It wasn’t until the host explained that they realized—it was actually a real estate launch event.
Seriously?
These days… smartphones get launch events, cars get launch events, cosmetics get launch events, and now even real estate has launch events?
Is that really necessary?
It’s just some houses, right…
A female host in one livestream happened to address this exact point: "You might be wondering—do properties even need launch events now? I used to think the same way. What’s there to announce about houses? Just list the prices, talk about the surrounding amenities, and people can decide whether to buy or not. But…"
She paused dramatically.
The host was quite attractive, dressed in office-lady attire with black stockings, holding a script in hand as she raised an eyebrow and continued, "But after learning more, I realized—it’s completely different. Nothing like the houses I imagined."
"No need to guess—I can see the comments. Some say villas, some say estates, but no…"
"It’s an apartment building."
The moment she said this, the chat exploded with remarks—"pigeon coops," "real estate supremacy debates," "this host must’ve never seen a decent house," and so on.
"I have exclusive first-hand materials provided by Miracle Real Estate. This building is a generational leap ahead of current residential properties."
"Miracle Media has also applied for fourth-and-a-half-generation patents…"
These patents differed from fourth-gen ones, covering minor innovations, but anyone looking to replicate the design would have to pay hefty licensing fees.
The host didn’t go into too much detail, only hinting at a few concepts.
Then she shifted gears: "I’m sure everyone knows who Miracle Group belongs to—yes, it’s Mr. Cao Cheng…"
The moment she said this, the chat flooded with a unified wave of "Cao the Bandit."
The host nearly burst out laughing.
Thankfully, she was a professional. Suppressing her amusement and avoiding the chat, she continued, "From what I know, tonight’s event will be hosted by Eldest Sister. Some of you might have seen her photos through certain channels, but I’ve met her in person. Let me tell you—she’s stunning, absolutely radiant. So… while I have zero interest in the property itself—because let’s face it, I can’t afford it—what excites me is that I’ll get to see Eldest Sister again."
The chat instantly filled with comments about Eldest Sister—"goddess," "queen," and the like.
This also subtly revealed another detail: these properties were expensive. So expensive that even the host couldn’t afford them.
And viewers knew this host had a massive following.
If even she could only admire from afar, these were truly luxury homes.
"Also,"
the host glanced at her script, "I’ve got the guest list for tonight. Listen up, folks—this is important, so I’ll say it three times: the combined net worth of tonight’s attendees could rival the national treasury of any country in the world. And they’d win. We’re talking wealth beyond measure…"
Then, the host pulled out her party trick.
She must’ve rehearsed it countless times, because the chat erupted with a flood of "Holy sht!"
Like a master reciting a menu, she flawlessly rattled off names, weaving them together so smoothly it sounded like poetry.
The rapid-fire delivery left many viewers dazed—some names were too obscure for the general public.
But soon after, the host followed up by detailing each guest’s net worth—all starting in the hundreds of millions, at least.
Some were domestic tycoons, others international magnates.
The bottom line? If a missile accidentally struck the venue tonight, global finance would tremble.
Even if successors stepped in to reclaim their wealth, power, and influence, the shockwaves would be inevitable.
In short, the security tonight was top-tier.
Rumor had it even the military was involved.
A single mishap with these individuals would spell disaster for any government.
It was only then that many viewers grasped the gravity of the event.
Yet, there was also a sense of absurdity.
Was this really necessary?
Just to sell some houses? Inviting all these people?
A few high-profile guests for clout? Sure, that’s understandable.
But this? What was the point?
Just to move properties?
Ridiculous.
It made no sense.
…
Of course, none of them realized that for Cao Cheng, selling properties was only part of the plan. The real goal was emotional engagement.
And not just that.
The emotional engagement was what Cao Cheng needed, while Eldest Sister would gain global recognition, and Miracle Real Estate would cement its worldwide reputation.
Then there were the affiliated construction firms, steel suppliers, interior designers, smart appliance manufacturers…
In other words,
tonight’s event had even caught the attention of the Commerce Department, because if executed well, it could showcase the nation’s modernization to the world.
This was a calling card.
A massive, global advertisement for every connected industry.
The kind of exposure that could trigger corporate upgrades, boost employment, and reveal untapped opportunities for the astute.
It could even promote the "Silk Road" initiative—showcasing how these innovations could benefit countries along the route.
In short,
the average viewer saw a real estate launch.
Those with vision saw multiple critical supply chains.
After all, white goods are a cornerstone of exports.
So it wasn’t just the Commerce Department paying attention—even the highest echelons of power were watching closely.
Given the disparity in perspective, the comments section was a mixed bag.
Some were baffled.
Some blindly supported Cao Cheng’s Miracle Group.
Others ranted about "real estate ruining the nation."
Naturally, the truly sharp minds stayed silent. Why waste breath explaining to those who couldn’t see the bigger picture?
Most had no clue how many industries and jobs real estate could drive.
…
Soon,
9:00 PM.
The event began.
As Eldest Sister took the stage, the world’s eyes were on her.
While it was 9 PM domestically, some international viewers tuned in at dawn.
Ordinary folks might miss it, but the livestream still drew plenty of keen observers.
Eldest Sister was nervous at first.
Luckily, the cameras didn’t add pressure, and the venue lights dimmed, obscuring the audience.
Stepping onto the stage actually calmed her.
She welcomed everyone to the venue and thanked the peers, journalists, and international guests in attendance.
The livestream went wild.
Viewers were mesmerized by Eldest Sister’s beauty and poise.
Photos and news about her had been scarce, but they existed.
Tonight, however, was live.
Whether it was her voice, figure, or appearance... everything about her was utterly captivating.
Some people even took screenshots and shared them in family or friend group chats, causing the number of viewers in the live stream to skyrocket.
Eldest Sister looked exceptionally elegant in her qipao.
A few minutes of gratitude.
A few minutes of opening remarks.
Applause kept coming.
Then,
Eldest Sister turned slightly and said, "Next, let's watch a video to give everyone a more vivid sense of the... charm of fourth-and-a-half-generation residences!"
After that,
the stage lights dimmed.
The large screen at the back lit up, displaying footage.
The scene was broadcast across multiple live streams.
It was a model home.
A model home for a family of four.
Like a short film.
It showed the exhausted male protagonist returning home from a long day of meetings, driving back and entering via a private elevator.
Everything was secured with keypad locks, fingerprint locks, or facial recognition.
A smart home assistant appeared.
As soon as he stepped inside, the entryway lights automatically turned on, and the AI robot greeted him: "Welcome home, Master."
The man loosened his collar and buttons, casually saying, "Xiao Qi, play me some soothing music."
"Of course. 'River Flows in You'—may it ease your fatigue from the day."
As the man walked into the living room, the lights gradually brightened around him.
Illuminating wherever he went.
Tossing his jacket aside and sinking into the sofa, he said, "Xiao Qi, dim the lights a bit."
"Certainly."
The bright living room lighting softened into a gentler glow.
Soon, the female protagonist returned home with their two children, around ten years old, filling the space with lively energy.
The scenes shifted rapidly.
A glimpse of a smart home, already taking shape.
There was even a balcony, a swimming pool, and an indoor forest!
Every appliance was smart-controlled—everything from manual panels to the TV, central air conditioning, toilet, curtains, windows, robotic vacuum, and mop.
Many of these features existed on the market, but none were this advanced.
It all seemed like cutting-edge innovation.
Take, for example, the lidar-equipped robotic vacuum—still not commercially available.
Even the bed was smart-controlled.
...
Technology illuminating reality.
The live stream exploded with reactions.
At a time when most people were just starting to use "dumb" robotic vacuums—cursing at them while they worked—who could’ve imagined that some vacuums even had smart docking stations?
So many things could be cleaned automatically.
Especially Xiao Qi!
How was this thing so intelligent?
Even Xiao Ai didn’t exist yet.
And even if it did, you’d have to call out and wait for a response before giving commands... The level of tech here was something most people couldn’t even comprehend.
Only true experts understood what this meant.
It was only then that everyone realized what "fourth-and-a-half-generation residences" stood for.
Forest homes, with expansive spaces even high above the ground.
And swimming pools.
But this was just the surface.
As the short film ended,
Eldest Sister reappeared.
Now, she began explaining the core features—the real highlight of today’s presentation.
Each product would be introduced, some in more detail than others.
Today wasn’t just about selling homes.
Or rather,
selling homes was only part of it!

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