As the saying goes...
A desperate struggle.
John was left somewhat demoralized by the blows dealt to him.
Pleading for peace was useless.
Young Master Cao seemed to have made up his mind—if he said he’d destroy you, he’d destroy you. Even if he couldn’t finish you off, he’d make sure to torment you to death.
In short, once enmity was formed, it wasn’t so easily resolved.
To put it bluntly—
You freeze my accounts, I retaliate, and then you come crawling back with an apology?
If I forgave you just like that, what would people think?
Wouldn’t everyone assume that a simple apology is enough to get away with anything?
What’s the point of making an example out of someone?
This is exactly it.
However...
John was still a starved camel—bigger than a donkey.
Aside from Old Len, Silly Bear, and the Eastern District, most other regions still bowed their heads respectfully and called John "Daddy."
This showed that John still had some prestige left.
Especially when it came to manipulating the media.
John’s higher-ups spent a fortune to ensure their largest media outlet, SBC, broadcast a news piece across all global channels without pause.
The headline read: "The Eastern Thief Is Stealing Our Future!"
Young Master Cao had leveled up.
From being labeled a financial thief, he was now upgraded to "Eastern Thief."
The article was exceptionally well-written—
At least when it came to slinging mud, it was a masterclass in professionalism.
After all, SBC (John Broadcasting Corporation) was a top-tier global media outlet, and their writers knew how to wield a sharp pen.
The entire piece detailed Cao Cheng’s influence—
From his initial rise, exploiting financial crises to loot gold coins from Old Len, to pivoting and doing the same to Young Master Europe during their turmoil.
Through these short and long plays, he had openly amassed hundreds of billions.
Not to mention the trillions in destruction and influence left in his wake.
All of it was built on the blood and sweat of Young Master Europe’s people.
And worse...
This thief, Cao Cheng, used that money to fund research in technology and medicine.
Take the later cosmetics industry, for example—his products crippled the old European luxury brands, leaving only L'Oréal standing. But even L'Oréal’s cross-shareholding structure faintly revealed traces of Miracle Cosmetics’ shadow.
In other words...
Miracle Cosmetics had already infiltrated L'Oréal.
Now, the two largest cosmetics conglomerates in the world were both under Cao Cheng’s control.
The article called on all nations to investigate Miracle Cosmetics for monopoly!
Of course...
This was just media manipulation, pieced together with circumstantial speculation.
Cao Cheng’s control over L'Oréal, with its layers of cross-ownership and proxy holdings, was so convoluted that even Old Len couldn’t unravel it—let alone John.
At most, they could only confirm that the structure was mind-bogglingly complex.
So,
John’s article was pure mudslinging, betting that L'Oréal couldn’t produce a full list of its shareholders.
And they were right.
After the article’s release, L'Oréal only issued a statement declaring itself an independent brand, a "Pride of France," and demanded an apology from SBC.
That was enough to placate many.
Besides,
SBC didn’t dwell on this point—they had plenty more ammunition against Cao Cheng.
Since L'Oréal wasn’t a smoking gun, they moved on quickly.
The article continued—
SBC accused Miracle Cosmetics of siphoning vast wealth from the West,
then funneling it into dozens of research labs,
each dedicated to developing new technologies:
Anti-cancer drugs, components for gaming helmets,
chips,
advanced materials for real estate.
Without Miracle Cosmetics’ profits, the Miracle Group wouldn’t have grown so rapidly—even its real estate ventures were packed with cutting-edge innovations.
This meant taking Europe’s money to fund R&D, then turning around to profit from Europe again.
A vicious cycle that would leave Europe poorer...
And Cao Cheng richer.
The most infuriating part?
Cao Cheng developed the gaming helmet—yet refused to sell it in Europe, instead supplying it to those Europe feared.
Like Silly Bear!
In short,
The article was a masterclass in rhetoric—every word sharp, every point piercing.
All distilled into one damning headline: "He Is Stealing Our Future."
Readers couldn’t help but feel it—
Cao Cheng was a demon.
A vampire, sucking their blood, taking their money, then profiting off them again and again.
Though,
Some arguments in the article were... odd.
Like criticizing a company for making money, investing in R&D, and expanding—wasn’t that how business worked?
But these weak points didn’t spark much backlash.
After all, "The outsider’s heart is always treacherous."
This phrase wasn’t just an Eastern concept—it applied everywhere.
Every circle was exclusionary.
And that exclusion could never be undone.
Even if you had wealth,
Even if you understood the West,
Even if you spent years and fortunes breaking into elite circles—they’d smile to your face...
But how many truly saw you as one of their own?
Even one would be a miracle.
So,
Exclusion was universal—whether in social circles or race.
Thus, few rose to Cao Cheng’s defense.
Sure, some did—
Every nation had its traitors.
But they were powerless.
Most were just nobodies.
So,
Once the article spread, online debates erupted.
Other points aside,
The gaming helmet issue took center stage.
Its benefits were now common knowledge—
Playing games to enhance physical health? No one could resist that.
The article’s final arguments whipped the public into a frenzy:
"Why won’t they sell it in Europe?"
"This is discrimination—blatant discrimination!"
"We demand protests... Sit-ins at their embassy!"
"We want answers!"
"We want the helmets!"
"We want the real ones, not overpriced knockoffs!"
The outcry was deafening.
But a few voices of reason chimed in:
"Are you idiots? Falling for propaganda? They won’t sell here because Europe lacks 5G—you even tore it down! And the power grid can’t handle it. They’ve said it clearly: sales start when 5G coverage exists."
That was the crux of the matter.
But alas—
Such comments were either drowned in curses or buried under the tide.
Sometimes, netizens didn’t care about truth or lies.
Only one thing mattered:
"Does it benefit me?"

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