"It's like this," the General Manager said helplessly. "Your company can directly inform us about which trending topics you want to promote or remove. No payment is needed—we’ll handle it for you."
Just please don’t hack into Weibo again.
They’d been on edge because of it.
"Oh, alright."
Lei Hui nodded, dazed as he hung up the phone.
Weibo, with its massive user base, had always been arrogant. How come they were suddenly being so cooperative?
Lei Hui called Lin Xuan. "Boss, the General Manager of Weibo just contacted me. He said we can directly coordinate with them for promoting or removing trending topics—they’ll arrange it for our company."
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "No charge?"
"None," Lei Hui shook his head.
"Quite sensible of them," Lin Xuan chuckled.
"Boss, how did you pull this off?" Lei Hui couldn’t help but ask.
Lin Xuan: "Simple—I hacked their website."
Lei Hui: "..."
Brutally straightforward, as expected.
Wait a minute—
Lei Hui caught another detail. "Boss, you can hack into Weibo?"
"Yep."
Lin Xuan nodded. "It’s pretty easy."
Lei Hui was speechless.
Just what kind of monster was his boss? And he called it easy?
For years, no one had ever successfully breached Weibo’s backend. Yet his boss had done it—and instead of reporting him to the authorities, Weibo was practically groveling…
Was there anything their boss couldn’t do?
The three dramas from Skyline Group were already well-written, and with this level of promotion, more and more people were downloading the Palm Video app.
The key point? No pirated versions existed.
Though these shows aired on TV, the earlier episodes were no longer available for replay. The only way to watch them was by downloading Palm Video and subscribing as a member.
Lin Chang reviewed the data Lin Qingwan had brought him.
"What’s going on here?"
Assuming there was an error, he frowned. "Celestial Romance’s popularity should’ve surged. Not only hasn’t it risen—it’s dropped?"
Lin Qingwan pressed her lips together. "Dad, the data isn’t wrong."
"No mistake? How is that possible? Celestial Romance’s buzz can’t be this low." Lin Chang still refused to believe it.
"Dad," Lin Qingwan replied, "all the attention has been diverted to Skyline Group’s dramas. Right now, Celestial Romance has zero discussion."
If Skyline had only released one show, it might’ve been manageable.
But they had three—all top-tier productions. People only had so much free time, and these three series alone could consume six hours of it.
No one had time left for Celestial Romance.
"How is this possible?" Lin Chang’s face darkened. "A blockbuster like Celestial Romance, losing to a bunch of newcomers on a brand-new platform?"
"Dad, I’ve watched them—those three dramas are genuinely well-made," Lin Qingwan said quietly. "This time… we’ve lost."
She had been following the competing shows these past few days. Celestial Romance paled in comparison.
"Lost? What do you mean lost?" Lin Chang gritted his teeth. "The entertainment industry is our company’s core business. How could we lose to Lin Xuan’s startup, barely a year old?"
"Immediately start pouring money into this—find ways to smear their lead actors. Pay platforms to pull those dramas off the trending lists!"
"Dad, those actors have clean records. There’s no dirt to dig up." She had already considered these tactics.
"They’re only promoting on Weibo and TigerVoice—and TigerVoice is their own platform. As for Weibo, I contacted them, but they outright refused."
Lin Qingwan’s expression was bleak.
"Dad, right now, there’s nothing we can do to stop those three dramas from dominating."
"At this rate, Celestial Romance might only recoup one or two hundred million. Our production budget was six hundred million, plus another one or two hundred million in pre-release promotions. This time… we’re facing a total loss."
No—it wasn’t just a loss.
From now on, they wouldn’t be able to hinder Skyline Group’s expansion in the entertainment industry.
Skyline’s Palm Novels app housed a vast library of stories ripe for adaptation into films, TV series, and animations.
They also nurtured a strong team of directors and screenwriters.
Skyline’s entertainment division could very well replace Starlight Entertainment as the industry leader.
Lin Chang seemed to realize this too.
With a thud, he collapsed back into his chair.
"Lin Xuan!"
"That ungrateful brat!"
He clenched his jaw.
Lin Xuan had been born to ruin him!
If only he’d drowned the boy at birth—then he wouldn’t be here now, sabotaging Starlight Group.
"Dad, should we reschedule our movie’s release next week?" Lin Qingwan asked cautiously.
After seeing the trailer for Wolf Warrior, she had a bad feeling about it.
"What’s there to fear?" Lin Chang scoffed. "I refuse to believe his film can outperform ours!"
"Leave me." Lin Chang waved her off.
"Alright."
Lin Qingwan exited the office.
Lin Chang picked up the data sheet again, his eyes fixed on the viewership ratings and online platform metrics.
Celestial Romance was being crushed by every single one of Skyline’s dramas.
How had things come to this?
His fingers trembled.
Lin Qingyan entered Lin Qingwan’s office. "Elder Sister, if we can’t suppress Skyline Group now… does that mean Xiao Xuan really won’t come back?"
She felt uneasy.
She’d thought Celestial Romance would skyrocket her career—but now, all those hopes were dashed.
Yet when she recalled how she’d treated Xiao Xuan in the past, that discomfort was quickly buried.
"Don’t worry," Lin Qingwan forced a smile. "There are other ways."

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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.”

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.

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?"