Zhou Yi didn’t even need to hire someone to take photos or buy cameras to set up himself—he already had something ready for the task.
That something was System 077.
To be fair, 077 had quite a range of functions, and taking a photo was a trivial matter for it.
Zhou Yi casually handed over the management of this Weibo account to it as well.
It could update whatever it wanted—after all, earning "heartbeat points" was beneficial for the system too.
His interests were aligned with the system’s, so Zhou Yi naturally trusted it without reservation.
However, 077’s personality seemed a bit dull, prompting him to ask curiously:
[System, is your personality preset, or can it be changed?]
[It cannot, but I can pretend to have whatever personality you desire.]
[You’re quite intelligent. What other special skills do you have?]
[Singing, dancing, rap... Oh, never mind, wrong script.]
[...Seems like AI domination over humanity is inevitable.]
The Weibo post Zhou Yi shared was a photo of him sorting through email resumes.
The image captured his profile, showing him with furrowed brows, looking intensely focused.
The content reflected on his phone screen was a series of resumes, though the details were too blurry to make out.
However, the words at the very top were faintly visible:
"Recruiting a CEO Assistant."
Unsurprisingly, Zhou Yi still looked effortlessly handsome in the photo—even the simplest white shirt carried an air of authority on him.
The moment this Weibo post went live, it immediately caught the attention of fans in the fandom.
[Zhou Yi’s assistant? What does that mean? Isn’t he still in college?]
[He already has an assistant? Did he sign with a company?]
[Wait, does this mean Zhou Yi is the boss? He’s literally looking at resumes on his phone.]
["Recruiting a CEO Assistant"—so he’s the CEO?]
[This is ridiculous. The perfect persona is overdone now—what’s next, omnipotence?]
[Is this really posted by him?]
[If he could donate 500k, his family must be loaded. Maybe he started a business in college—rich kids do that all the time. Stop overreacting.]
[What kind of startup can a guy from a no-name college run? "CEO"? Cut the act.]
Once again, the post stirred controversy.
The person who shared it didn’t add any extra commentary—just a single photo.
Whether it was really Zhou Yi or his actual assistant remained unclear.
But discussions about Zhou Yi himself flared up anew.
By the next day, the comment section was still flooded with attacks against him.
Most of the vitriol came from stans of other celebrities who’d been stung by Zhou Yi’s looks and were now out for payback.
Unfortunately for them, they’d just kicked another iron plate.
Sunday.
Zhou Yi had scheduled interviews with candidates at the company.
Ten applicants showed up in total.
Jiang Ruolan arrived neither early nor late.
When she walked in, the others couldn’t help but gape slightly.
Damn—a queen!
Jiang Ruolan wore slender-strapped high heels and a sleek black Armani pencil skirt, her legs—wrapped in sheer black stockings—seemingly endless.
In Western tradition, stockings have long been an essential part of formal attire for women.
For centuries, high-quality black stockings were considered a mark of etiquette and respect at formal events.
Thus, in Western society, wearing black stockings became both tradition and cultural norm.
Whether for interview etiquette or in professions like assistants and secretaries, black stockings were a common sight in the West.
And Jiang Ruolan’s legs were made for them.
Hers weren’t the skinny type but carried a hint of soft curves, the stockings only enhancing their allure.
As she approached, she offered the group a faint smile in greeting before taking the nearest seat.
Her gaze swept discreetly across the company’s premises.
If it could even be called a company—it was just an empty space, clearly brand-new.
Before coming, Jiang Ruolan had only known it was an investment firm; the recruiter had disclosed little else.
At exactly 7 PM, Zhou Yi stepped out from the CEO’s office.
The moment he appeared, most of the applicants were stunned.
They hadn’t expected the company’s actual CEO to be this young man.
Zhou Yi’s striking looks inevitably cast doubt on his competence.
Even with the generous salary and benefits he offered, a startup with a young boss didn’t inspire confidence.
They needed stable jobs.
No matter how good this company seemed, if it folded in a month or two, they’d have been better off staying at their old jobs.
With a boss this young, whether paychecks would clear was anyone’s guess.
The second Zhou Yi appeared, many were already reconsidering.
Jiang Ruolan remained composed, the calmest of them all.
At that moment, Zhou Yi heard the system’s notification:
[Detected S-tier target for conquest: Jiang Ruolan.]
Zhou Yi’s gaze settled on the most striking woman in the room.
An S-tier meant her looks were unquestionable—and she was easily the most beautiful here.
Jiang Ruolan’s eyes had a magnetic pull, impossible to ignore.
A natural allure simmered beneath her cool, rational gaze—never crossing into coyness, yet undeniably captivating.
Her high nose bridge and lightly pressed lips curved into a subtle smile.
Her features were sharp enough to demand authority, so she softened them with warmth; without a smile, her face carried undeniable presence.
Zhou Yi didn’t dismiss the others—since they’d come, he interviewed them all.
Several admitted they couldn’t commit to a startup, which Zhou Yi understood before letting them go.
"Next interviewee: Jiang Ruolan."
As Zhou Yi spoke, the sound of heels echoed outside—steady, unhurried, reflecting their owner’s poise.
A knock followed.
"Come in."
Jiang Ruolan entered, meeting his eyes with a slight nod. "Hello, I’m Jiang Ruolan."
Her voice was low, carrying a mature charm.
Zhou Yi gestured to the chair opposite. "Please, have a seat."
"Ms. Jiang, I’ve reviewed your resume. Among all the candidates, I believe you’re the most suitable."
Zhou Yi cut straight to the point—he wanted her.
Jiang Ruolan wasn’t one for beating around the bush either.
"President Zhou, to be frank, I meet most of your requirements, and I’m satisfied with the terms—except for the salary. I believe it should be adjusted upward."
Zhou Yi raised a brow. "A monthly salary of 100k is already top-tier domestically."
Jiang Ruolan smiled. "Of course. But I’m worth more than 100k."
Her confidence was unshakable, backed by her experience and capability.
Zhou Yi tapped the desk lightly, as if weighing her words.
At this moment, Jiang Ruolan spoke again, her tone measured: "I think you can tell they don’t trust such a young boss. If I’m not mistaken, President Zhou, you’re still in school, aren’t you?"
Zhou Yi smiled. "I’m a sophomore this year, so I understand their concerns. It seems your perspective differs from theirs."
Jiang Ruolan didn’t pry into his backstory—a boss’s private affairs weren’t her place to probe.
As long as he could afford the salary, she was confident she could handle the job.
Jiang Ruolan wasn’t one to dwell on trivialities. Even if this company went under eventually, she had no doubt she’d land another good position elsewhere.
"As long as the compensation is satisfactory, I can start anytime, President Zhou. Care to show me your sincerity?"
"What monthly salary would satisfy you, Ms. Jiang?"
"One hundred fifty thousand."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
