Are You Crazy, Why

After dinner and a shower,

By eight o'clock,

Everyone retreated to their rooms to start gaming.

These days, entertainment mostly revolved around games, and each person had their own gaming pod.

And not just any gaming pods—these were special.

Equipped with cutting-edge technology unavailable to the public, some features even surpassed what Old Cao had access to.

Cao Cheng knew the importance of distinguishing between close allies and outsiders.

Old Cao could use them.

The mature beauty could too.

But for everyone else… it was better to take things step by step.

Good things should be enjoyed by insiders first, and only after thorough use would they be released to the public.

Take these gaming pods, for example. When someone grew tired in-game, a short twenty-minute deep sleep inside the virtual world was equivalent to four or five hours of rest in reality.

In other words,

Sleep was almost unnecessary now.

Busy with work during the day, and at night, if there was nothing pressing, they could exercise and enjoy a second life.

Take Second Sister, for instance—she adored this lifestyle, though she was also somewhat addicted.

In reality, she worked in criminal investigation.

In the game, she essentially cheated, asking Young Master Cao for martial arts manuals before becoming a constable.

A constable of the Six Gates.

Talk about professional alignment.

Modern interrogation techniques were already a crushing advantage in an ancient setting, not to mention her formidable skills—only slightly inferior to Young Master Cao himself.

So,

With Young Master Cao providing her cheats, she quickly rose to a leadership position.

The other sisters secretly mocked Second Sister’s choices.

Here they were, finally able to experience a completely different life—more immersive than any actor’s role in a movie.

Yet she chose to be a detective in reality and a constable in the game?

What was even the point of gaming then?

Or, to put it bluntly, why not just quit her real job?

After all, the game was so much more fun.

……

Of course,

Not all the sisters stuck to the martial arts world—sometimes they played battle royale too.

Though the battle royale game wasn’t commercialized.

Currently, it was exclusive to military training, but Cao Cheng’s gaming pods could still connect to it.

And surprisingly,

Of the four sisters, Eldest Sister was the most fond of battle royale.

Meanwhile, the usually wild and unruly The Fourth wasn’t as aggressive—she’d played a few rounds but spent most of her time in the martial arts world running a brothel.

Yes, a brothel.

On the surface, it was a brothel. Behind the scenes, it was an intelligence network.

The most formidable intelligence organization in the game.

This was actually inspired by Cao Cheng.

He’d once remarked that since she ran an entertainment company in reality, she could do the same in the game—except in ancient times, there were no entertainment stars, so it naturally translated to a brothel, specifically one with courtesans who didn’t sell their bodies.

To put it bluntly, ancient courtesans were far more respectable than modern celebrities.

The Fourth found the idea brilliant.

And so, the Moonview Tower was born.

She aimed to open one in every major city, though expansion would take time.

Once complete,

Every major city would have a Moonview Tower, and the volume of intelligence gathered would be staggering.

Then came the task of sifting through the noise to extract the most valuable information to sell.

The Fourth didn’t need money.

But she found the business intriguing, full of sophistication.

……

Finally, there was The Third.

The Third doted on Young Master Cao the most—this was undeniable.

It had always been that way.

Even in gaming, she rarely had her own preferences—mostly just playing whatever the others were playing.

If everyone scattered to do their own thing, she’d stick with Young Master Cao.

She was essentially the ultimate support among the four sisters.

Only Young Master Cao knew that The Third actually had her own strong opinions—she just didn’t like to compete or fight for things.

Unwilling,

But not incapable.

Besides, much of her attention was on her troublesome little brother or the company, so everything else was trivial.

Especially games.

What did it matter what they played?

Were games really that important?

Not necessarily.

What truly mattered was who you played with.

……

No wonder she was the most like Ren’s mother.

She had her own convictions, her own temper—outwardly gentle, but at her core, a hopeless romantic.

Ren’s mother was the same.

If not for her romanticism, would she have waited all these years for Old Cao?

How many women could wait for a man that long?

Did she think she was He Chaoqiong?

Besides,

Personality was multifaceted—being a romantic didn’t mean she was foolish.

In fact, she could be quite shrewd.

The two weren’t mutually exclusive.

Everyone had contradictions within them—take Young Master Cao, for example. Noble, chivalrous, graceful… yet occasionally just a tiny bit wicked.

And that was normal.

Not everyone could be like Guo Jing, utterly selfless—would that even make them human?

……

……

Time flew.

New policies emerged at the higher levels.

Like visa-free entry for certain regions.

Or tax-exempt zones.

These were designed to attract global attention while also allowing foreign patients or gamers to experience the country’s advancements during their visits.

After all, not every region or nation had access to Miracle Medical’s treatments.

Nor did every country have gaming helmets.

And it wasn’t just overseas.

Even domestically,

Gaming helmets were still limited to 1.5 million pre-orders per month. Scalper prices had dropped but hovered around 150,000, struggling to go lower.

That was still five times the official price.

Frankly, gaming helmets had become a lifeline for hundreds of thousands, sustaining entire supply chains.

Not just scalpers—even OEM factories were raking in profits, their stock prices soaring.

The only regret was…

Miracle Group had no subsidiaries going public.

Otherwise, their stocks would’ve skyrocketed.

……

Meanwhile, short videos were exploding in popularity abroad.

Cao Cheng didn’t deliberately steer the discourse.

Big-name influencers were polarized—some praising, others criticizing.

Patriots existed, but so did the indifferent.

Yet…

Love it or hate it, nobody hated gaming helmets.

That was the key.

So,

As short videos proliferated and game clips went viral, gamers abroad without access grew increasingly furious.

Protests erupted every other day.

Against local officials for inaction, against fiscal policies, against customs…

The message was clear:

Why weren’t these incredible products being imported?

Don’t give us that nonsense about Miracle Games not selling them—who’s buying that?

Just look at the clips circulating—most weren’t even from China.

Sure, some Chinese players’ footage leaked, but not much.

Most came from other countries, particularly Eastern Europe.

Why could Eastern European nations import helmets?

And in such quantities?

Meanwhile, Western Europe had none?

Not a single one—just scalpers charging hundreds of thousands.

Are you kidding?

Why the disparity?

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