Jiang Qing instructed solemnly, "Your task is crucial. You must stay alert at all times. Even after you clock out, you need to keep a close watch. If Young Master Lin is ever subjected to a massive smear campaign and you fail to report it immediately, I will have to find someone else for this job. Do you understand?"
"Secretary Jiang, don't worry. I promise I'll do a great job," Wang Li vowed.
He was determined to cherish such a fantastic opportunity; he absolutely could not afford to get fired.
"Good."
Jiang Qing nodded.
She immediately ordered someone to clear out an office for Wang Li to settle into.
When Wang Li's former colleagues saw him settled in a private office, they were filled with confusion. "Wang Li, weren't you fired?"
From the looks of it, not only had he not been fired, but he also seemed to have received a promotion and a raise.
"I was fired, originally," Wang Li said, unable to suppress the grin on his face. "But I've been assigned a new position."
"What kind of job?" a colleague asked, curiosity piqued.
Wang Li replied, "My job is to monitor the internet and see if there are any massive smear campaigns against Young Master Lin. If there are, I report them to Secretary Jiang immediately."
"Oh, I see."
The colleagues nodded in understanding.
Wang Li's left hand had been crippled, so this kind of work was indeed very suitable for him.
Still, Boss Su was spoiling Young Master Lin way too much. To think she actually created a specific job position just for this purpose.
"Wang Li," a colleague said with a frown. "Isn't your mother hospitalized? You need tens of thousands for medical bills every month. Will this salary be enough?"
It was unlikely that Young Master Lin would face a massive smear campaign even once in three months.
The workload for such a job was practically non-existent.
They estimated the pay would only be a few thousand a month.
In Yundu, that amount was barely enough to survive, let alone cover massive medical expenses.
"It's enough," Wang Li nodded confidently.
"So, Wang Li, how much is your monthly salary?" one colleague couldn't help but ask.
For some reason, he had a feeling Wang Li's salary wouldn't be low. After all, Boss Su liked Young Master Lin so much that she was willing to spend any amount on him.
Besides, tens or even hundreds of thousands were like pocket change to someone like Boss Su.
The Su Group didn't have a policy forbidding employees from discussing their salaries.
Some employees even posted their pay stubs in group chats.
Wages at the Su Group were essentially transparent.
Wang Li answered without hesitation, "One hundred thousand."
"One hundred thousand?"
His colleagues' eyes widened in unison.
They looked completely incredulous.
The colleague who asked about the salary pressed on, "Wang Li, when you say one hundred thousand, do you mean per year?"
If it was a yearly salary, that would be reasonable.
"No." Wang Li shook his head. "It's one hundred thousand a month."
!!!!
Upon hearing Wang Li's confirmation, his colleagues were consumed by sour grapes.
It was ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous!
For such a minimal workload, he was actually making one hundred thousand a month.
They were working themselves to the bone as programmers, growing gray hair in the process, and they only made ninety thousand a month.
Damn it!
They wanted to work for Young Master Lin too!
Wang Li looked at the envy on their faces and couldn't help but think to himself.
He must repay Young Master Lin's kindness.
He had to keep a close watch on Boss Su for Young Master Lin and absolutely forbid any men with ill intentions from getting close to her.
Of course, this was also to protect his own job.
After all, if Boss Su and Young Master Lin broke up, his job would vanish.
"Young Master Lin, you really are my savior."
If Lin Xuan were there, Wang Li probably would have knelt before him and kowtowed three times right then and there.
"Congratulations, Wang Li. I'm really happy you found such a great job."
"Yeah, Wang Li, you definitely have to treat us to a big meal tonight."
"Wang Li, this is truly a case of 'every cloud has a silver lining.' You lost the use of your left hand, but immediately landed a high-paying, stress-free job."
While they were jealous that Wang Li was making a hundred grand a month so easily, they were mostly happy for him.
However, the conversation soon drifted.
"I really envy Young Master Lin. To receive such love from Boss Su... My god, creating a high-paying position just for the person she likes? That's a plot straight out of an idol drama."
"Right? Boss Su's move was so cool! But of course, I envy Young Master Lin the most. To be liked by Boss Su and have her spend money on him like water."
"Damn! Why haven't I met a woman like Boss Su?"
"Young Master Lin is a true winner in life."
Their voices were filled with envy and jealousy.
When would they ever have a life like Young Master Lin's?
But Young Master Lin was a legend. He was excellent in his own right, and with a girlfriend like Boss Su, they could never hope to stand at the heights he had reached in his twenties.
President's Office.
After Jiang Qing left, Su Hua took out her phone again. Her gaze was fixed on the screen, reading the comments insulting Lin Xuan one by one. A hostile aura condensed in her eyes.
These people... deserved to die.
Su Hua gripped her phone tightly.
She took several deep breaths to calm herself.
She began to think of a countermeasure.
If she simply suppressed the trending searches, the prejudice against Xuan wouldn't decrease.
Instead, they would continue to mock Xuan for using power and money to do whatever he wanted.
She didn't want too many people to like Xuan. Xuan belonged to her alone. She didn't want to see random women on the internet confessing their love to Xuan or calling him "hubby."
But she also didn't want to see so many people slandering and insulting Xuan.
Su Hua thought for a moment, her fingers tapping lightly on the screen.
She opened Weibo and registered a new account.
Then she picked up her phone and called Jiang Qing.
"Jiang Qing, do something for me," Su Hua's cold voice rang out.
"Boss Su, please speak," Jiang Qing said respectfully.
"I am registering a Weibo account right now. I'll send you a screenshot of the account. Contact Weibo and have them verify it as the President of the Su Group," Su Hua said expressionlessly.
Jiang Qing frowned.
Boss Su was actually registering a new Weibo account specifically for this?
And she wanted official verification?
Jiang Qing quickly realized what was happening.
Combined with the events of the day, Boss Su likely intended to speak up personally to vindicate Young Master Lin.
"Boss Su, this will likely cause a huge sensation. People might even connect the dots regarding your relationship with Young Master Lin," Jiang Qing suggested. "Why don't you use the Su Group's official account to support Young Master Lin instead?"
Su Hua: "Just do it."
"Yes."
Jiang Qing could only agree.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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?"
