Miracle Group has quite a few media spokespersons.
In the past, the role was filled by the general managers, legal representatives, or shareholders of each subsidiary—figures like Sister Li and others could represent the company in public statements.
Later, as the company grew, a dedicated communications department was established, handling both publicity and public relations.
Each subsidiary now has one or two designated spokespersons.
As for this Du Long,
he specializes in representing the gaming division and also manages the company's external social media accounts.
......
Faced with reporters' questions,
Du Long chuckled dismissively: "Faith? Religion? What the hell does that have to do with me? We're just making games. The content is driven by the storyline—it serves the narrative. Besides, what’s it to you? Like I said before: love it or leave it. Play if you want, or piss off if you don’t."
A gasp—
The room erupted in shock.
Online statements are just text, after all.
There’s a certain decorum in face-to-face interactions.
Most people, no matter how angry they might be behind the scenes, tone it down when meeting in person.
But this Du Long? His attitude hadn’t softened one bit.
This left all the journalists present utterly bewildered.
Was this the official stance of Miracle Group’s entertainment and gaming division, or just Du Long’s youthful arrogance?
"Is this Miracle Group’s official position?" a reporter—apparently from John Country—snapped sharply.
Du Long nodded. "I speak only for the gaming division. It has nothing to do with the group. But if you insist on dragging the whole company into it, go ahead. You media folks are experts at twisting the truth anyway. Oh, and one more thing—game helmets? Not for you, John Country!"
"......"
The John Country reporter flew into a rage, shouting about discrimination—blatant, outright discrimination.
Truth be told,
Du Long was nervous too.
His natural temperament was actually quite mild—otherwise, leadership wouldn’t have placed him in the role of media spokesperson.
People in this position could be assertive or diplomatic, but they had to be smooth.
And Du Long was usually smooth.
But...
Young Master Cao had told him to act cocky.
To be a dick about it.
As for the online statement, it had actually been posted by Boss Cao.
Now Du Long was left holding the bag.
Yet, he couldn’t deny a thrill of excitement.
Though his true nature was mild-mannered, articulate, and somewhat slick,
he was still a fresh graduate, with a bit of that youthful fire in him.
Taking the fall for the big boss? No problem.
As long as the boss remembered him afterward, a single promotion could save him years of grinding.
......
After a whirlwind of scattered thoughts,
Du Long spoke up again: "Oh, right—you, you, and you..."
He pointed at several reporters—representing Old Len, John, Little Sun, and others—
a dozen or so in total.
Du Long feigned curiosity: "As far as I know, our game helmets aren’t officially sold in your countries. So when you claim players there are protesting the game’s religious elements... how does that make sense?"
"Funny, isn’t it? You’re playing pirated copies and still making demands?"
"Who the hell do you think you are? Huh?"
"Your sense of entitlement is staggering."
"Where’s your respect for intellectual property?"
"Suddenly, when it suits you, copyright doesn’t matter? How do you even allow pirated and smuggled goods into your countries? Answer me. Speak up!"
"Don’t just sit there pretending to be dead."
"Can any of you explain how our products ended up in your markets? From the sound of it, there’s a sizable player base too... Well? Talk."
Silence fell.
The reporters from the named countries shifted uncomfortably,
especially as journalists from other nations burst into laughter around them.
Du Long pressed on: "Fine, stay quiet. Let me reiterate: Our partnered markets all have partial power supply coverage and 5G infrastructure."
"This ensures players can enjoy the game smoothly—and safely."
"As for those without 5G? Tough luck. We currently have no partnerships with you, and in the future... we never will. Our game will keep evolving, and within a few years, we’ll require 6G networks."
"......"
Another wave of shock.
Many countries had only just dismantled or banned 5G.
Now here was Miracle Group already talking 6G.
Fall behind once, stay behind forever.
And the company’s reasoning for restricting exports was airtight—
player safety. What could anyone say?
......
Du Long wasn’t done.
He pulled out a document
and proceeded to read aloud a list of countries barred from future partnerships.
Fifteen in total.
After finishing,
his gaze swept over the reporters from those nations, their expressions sour.
Du Long smirked. "Let this be clear: Any helmets found in these fifteen countries have no ties to Miracle Group. So if safety issues arise, handle them yourselves. Don’t drag us into your mess."
"Everyone..."
"Any other questions?"
......
The press conference lasted nearly an hour.
Du Long spent most of it tearing into people.
At first, it was just Young Master Cao’s orders—act arrogant, be a jerk.
But the young man adapted frighteningly fast. After this media frenzy, it was like Du Long had unlocked some hidden potential.
With Young Master Cao backing him, he grew even bolder.
His relentless takedowns earned him a legion of die-hard fans.
"Long’s the GOAT!"
"Damn right—play or piss off."
"Exactly! Our own players can barely get helmets. Why export? Especially to places without 5G. You’d just lag to death in-game—literally."
"Wait, can lag actually kill you?"
"No, but we can mess with foreigners. They’re dumb enough to believe it. If they boycott the helmets over this, more for us!"
"Totally. Heard the first export batch was two million helmets... Why waste those overseas when our own players are starving for them?"
"Rumor is, before exports, scalpers only smuggled a few thousand helmets to Old Len and Eurozone. But after this deal, smuggling skyrocketed—over 500K in those regions alone..."
"Wait, what? I don’t get it."
"Use your brain! Before exports, smuggling was minimal. Now? Those eight partner countries got scammed out of 400K+ helmets..."
"Holy shit! Two million total, and a quarter got smuggled?"
"It's perfectly normal. How many countries have border controls as strict as ours? Not to mention, money can tempt even the most honest hearts."
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
