The next day.
Day 145 of Young Master Cao's affluent second-generation life.
Blissful!
Staring at the ceiling, he zoned out for a while.
Gathering his slightly scattered thoughts.
Hmm…
The next thing on the agenda is still earning emotional points.
No matter how much money or fame he gains, emotional points come first.
Can’t put the cart before the horse!
Though,
In the future, when he’s made enough, he can flaunt his wealth—that also brings in plenty of emotional points.
But it has to be done with finesse.
Blatant, forced displays of wealth not only clash with core values but would likely yield one-time emotional gains at best.
So,
Showing off requires strategy.
This can be pondered slowly—no rush!
The act must be smooth and polished.
Young Master Cao has risen above vulgar pursuits; he’s long past the age of squeezing emotional points out of Aunt Wang alone.
Now that summer vacation has officially begun,
He wonders how Aunt Wang is doing.
He’ll ask her later how her son’s exams went!
Last time, she didn’t give a clear answer.
Sigh!
These folks from his hometown are way too guarded around him.
Aren’t I the epitome of chivalry?
Why can’t they just trust me completely?
It’s downright frustrating!
……
Today seems like another fine day.
After getting up,
The eldest sister, second sister, and third sister had all left for work.
Only The Fourth was lazing around at home like a freeloader.
She had to be given something to do.
This household doesn’t tolerate idlers!
Seeing her idle, Cao Cheng was so annoyed he lost his appetite for breakfast. He went straight to the couch and nudged her leg with his foot.
She shot him a sidelong glare but still scooted over to make space.
Cao Cheng plopped down beside her and said sternly, "Did you handle what we discussed yesterday?"
"What?" The Fourth blinked.
Cao Cheng frowned. "I told you to help register a cultural media company and poach some well-known agents in the industry. Such a big deal, and you forgot after one night’s sleep?"
The Fourth was floored. "You were serious about this?"
"Of course! I said I was dead serious." Young Master Cao glared.
The Fourth pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh as she turned her head away.
Young Master Cao gave her a playful shove.
She collapsed onto the couch, giggling uncontrollably.
"Could you be a little more serious?"
After a long pause,
The Fourth finally composed herself, cheeks flushed, forcing herself back into conversation mode.
She asked, "Have you even thought through how to pull off this music talent show you want to create?"
"First off, you’re not part of a TV station’s variety department. You have no artists, no resources."
"And do you know anything about stage design? Program planning? The show’s positioning, format, style…"
The Fourth knew the industry.
Even if she hadn’t worked directly in it, being part of the behind-the-scenes crew meant she’d picked up a thing or two.
Getting into the details, she stopped laughing and rattled off, "Then there’s the director, the music team, the production crew, the photography team, post-production…"
"Not to mention well-known judges and celebrity guests—who do you have in mind?"
"Where’s the stage? What equipment do you need?"
"Online and offline channels, fan management."
"Media partnerships for promotion."
"And most importantly—where’s the profit?"
"Little brother, this isn’t something you can just dive into on a whim. Money alone isn’t enough; you need connections…"
The Fourth shook her head. "I know you’ve got some funds now, but if you’re clueless, no matter how much you pour in, it’ll just go down the drain. Trust me, sis won’t steer you wrong. The waters here are way deeper than you think."
She pointed at the TV. "Take that singing competition we watched yesterday—huge influence, massive network mobilization, tons of sponsorships and ads, and even then, they might not turn much profit."
"Whether they make money, and how much, depends on the final showdown’s ad revenue, artist development, fan engagement income… and so on."
"Only then can you gauge whether Hunan Broadcasting’s venture was a win or a loss."
……
Cao Cheng wasn’t exactly an expert in this.
But he had a rough idea, thanks to the far more ‘transparent’ online environment of the future.
A lot of information was publicly available.
Even ordinary people, without deliberate study, could piece together insights from fragmented data—things they’d never have access to otherwise.
Knowledge gaps are real.
Take the stock market, for instance…
Some scams and accounting frauds that became common knowledge decades later were still mysteries to many in finance today.
Like the Zhangzidao scandal a few years down the line!
Dubbed "Southern Moutai, Northern Zhangzi."
A garbage company cooking its books, yet rivaling Moutai—even surpassing it at times.
All because of that era’s cognitive divide.
But…
Cao Cheng never planned to do this alone, nor was he in it for the money!
He’d be fine with losses.
Just like how Young Master Cao lost big at mahjong on purpose—consider it compensation for his sisters’ emotional distress.
Besides, the spinning-chair gimmick from The Voice was light-years ahead of its time.
Later, it became a meme.
Right now, it’s pure genius.
Failure isn’t an option.
……
"Sweetie, you’re so good to me!" Cao Cheng cooed.
The Fourth knew this tone—whenever he got sugary, trouble followed.
But… he called me sweet!
Cao Cheng continued, "I know you mean well, and I get how complicated this is. That’s why I need your help, sweetie!"
The Fourth’s defenses crumbled. "How?"
"We throw money at it—hire pros to run the company. Since we’re clueless, let the experts handle it. What do you think?"
"I guess… that could work." The Fourth mumbled.
Cao Cheng added, "And there’s you! I might not know much, but you do."
The Fourth shook her head vigorously. "No way, I can’t manage a company that big."
"……"
Cao Cheng side-eyed her. Who said anything about letting you manage? I know your limits.
"You’d be the supervisor… err, the executive producer!"
"Point is, you know the industry. Let’s call this a joint venture."
Young Master Cao began painting his grand vision.
And it was grand—big and shiny.
This wasn’t just about The Voice. There’d be idol survival shows too—101 Dalmatians… wait, was that the name?
Whatever, it was huge.
Then there’d be his future star, Kun.
Movies, TV dramas—any of it could rake in emotional points.
Profits? Just a bonus.
Oh, and another thing.
Perfect timing—next year’s market slump meant dirt-cheap land. Some state media even reported a 50%+ drop in land sales and revenue.
Translation:
No one’s buying.
Golden opportunity.
Snatch up a few prime plots.
Leave them untouched, and in a few years, they’d be worth billions. Of course, location matters.
Maybe partner with Ren's Mother—though she’s probably busy. The eldest sister, then.
She still owes me ten massages anyway.
The three-month bet is about to expire.
Time to pay up, huh~~~
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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