Lei Hui gathered his thoughts and sent a message to a group chat.
[Tonight, I'll have to trouble you all to promote Jiang Tong Company's skincare products and ointments. When it's time to arrange for the trending topics, I will contact you.]
The CEOs of the various platforms: !!!
The CEO of Weibo couldn't help but ask: [General Manager Lei, may I ask what the relationship is between your company and this Jiang Tong Company?]
Lei Hui answered truthfully: [Our boss invested in their company a long time ago.]
The CEOs: !!!!
Lin Xuan had actually invested in the recently viral Jiang Tong Company.
Wait a minute.
How was it that whatever Lin Xuan invested in turned into gold?
If President Lin had invested, then there certainly wouldn't be any issues with Jiang Tong Company's skincare products.
Their wives had used the ointment from Lin Qingwan's company and ruined their faces. Surely, the ointment from Jiang Yutong's company would be able to help restore their skin.
No, they had to quickly buy some ointment to keep in stock. Otherwise, if it became a bestseller later, they might not be able to get their hands on it.
[Gentlemen, I wonder what the cost for the trending topics will be?]
Lei Hui sent this message to the group.
[CEO of Weibo]: No need, no need. It's such a small amount, Mr. Lei. There's no need to be polite. Given our friendship, why talk about money?
[Boss of Bilibili]: Exactly, exactly. There's no need to pay.
[Boss of Zhihu]: Mr. Lei, look at you, trying to give us money. Isn't that treating us like strangers?
They actually did want the money.
Lei Hui frequently asked them to boost or remove trending topics; it amounted to tens of millions a year.
But how could they dare to ask for it?
Even though Sky Curtain Group was now a top-ranking company in Yundu and wasn't short on cash, their boss, Lin Xuan, was extremely stingy.
If they dared to take money this time, the next time Lin Xuan wanted to boost or remove a trending topic, he might just hack into their backend and do it himself.
And in the process, he might "accidentally" destroy something in their system—like their security firewalls.
That was a consequence they couldn't afford.
Damn it!
It was so frustrating!
They were worth tens of billions, yet they had to be so humble.
What was worse, they were angry but couldn't do anything about it.
Lei Hui nodded with satisfaction.
[Alright, I'll trouble you all then. I'll treat everyone to dinner another day.]
The secretary walked in and happened to see the smile on Lei Hui's face.
"General Manager, what happy occasion have you encountered?" the secretary asked curiously.
Lei Hui smiled and said, "Nothing much. I just asked those platform CEOs to arrange some trending topics, and they didn't charge me."
The secretary's expression was complicated.
Was General Manager Lei addicted to freeloading?
"What's wrong? Secretary Wang, why are you looking at me like that?" Lei Hui asked with a frown.
The secretary couldn't help but say, "Mr. Lei, isn't it bad for us to keep freeloading off other platforms for trending topics like this?"
It wasn't like they couldn't afford the money.
Lei Hui replied, "Why refuse something free? Besides, they have huge businesses; they won't miss this little bit of money from our company."
"But, General Manager, I feel we still need to maintain good relations with them," the secretary said.
"That's not necessary. Our boss knows hacking techniques. They are all internet companies. Even if our relationship with them was terrible, they wouldn't dare let out a peep unless they want their platforms to crash," Lei Hui said with a smile.
"True." The secretary nodded.
Those CEOs really couldn't do anything about the boss. Moreover, the boss had President Su as a backer.
"General Manager," the secretary couldn't help but say again, "I feel like you and the boss are very, very alike in one aspect."
"Oh, really? How am I like the boss?" Lei Hui asked curiously.
The secretary answered, "It's just that... you are both very stingy."
"Am I?" Lei Hui frowned.
"Yes," the secretary answered with certainty.
Lei Hui suddenly smiled. "There's nothing wrong with being a bit stingy; it helps save money."
He was simply ensuring the company's funds were utilized reasonably.
Rushing to spend money where it wasn't needed—wouldn't that make one a fool?
At the Lin residence.
Lin Qingwan was still drinking in a daze.
Lin Qingwan's secretary called her.
"What is it?" Lin Qingwan asked.
The secretary answered, "President Lin—"
She had just spoken when she was interrupted by Lin Qingwan.
"My company has gone bankrupt and closed down. I am no longer your President Lin, so you don't need to call me that anymore," Lin Qingwan said with a bitter smile.
She... she was just a useless person with no job now.
Her years of hard work had been destroyed just like that. After the bankruptcy, she truly didn't know what else she could do.
"Alright then, Miss Lin." The secretary had to change the form of address. "I received news that tonight, Mrs. Chen will be attending a high-society banquet. She has been using the ointment provided by Jiang Yutong's company for about a week now, and the condition of her face will be the center of attention."
"If her face has really improved significantly, Jiang Yutong's company is sure to skyrocket."
Lin Qingwan clenched her fists.
Jiang Yutong's company had always been her competitor. Now that her own company was bankrupt, why should the company of Jiang Yutong, the culprit behind it all, still be doing well?
She really didn't want to see Jiang Yutong's company continue to develop.
The secretary asked, "President Lin..."
As soon as she said it, she quickly corrected herself, "No, Miss Lin."
"Miss Lin, should we use some means to stop this?"
"Stop it?" Lin Qingwan wore a self-deprecating expression. "How can we stop it? Jiang Yutong is backed by the Jiang family, and now she has Little Xuan's help. Meanwhile, my company and my father's company have both gone bankrupt. What can we possibly do against Jiang Yutong?"
If the ointment from Jiang Yutong's company was truly effective, she could only watch helplessly as their products sold like crazy.
Then, Jiang Yutong's company would become the hottest beauty company in Great Xia, and might even go global.
There was nothing she could do. Nothing at all...
The secretary fell silent.
Indeed, they had no options right now.
Lin Qingwan smiled bitterly. "You don't need to report matters regarding her company to me anymore. You should go find yourself a good job."
After saying this, Lin Qingwan hung up the phone with a bitter smile.
Today, as long as Mrs. Chen attended that banquet, it would definitely trend on social media.
Lin Qingwan couldn't resist opening the Weibo app on her phone. She wanted to see for herself whether Mrs. Chen's face had healed or not.
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?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
