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~~~
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
