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."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
