As soon as Jiang Ruolan posted this announcement, it didn’t take long for a flood of comments to pour in.
[When’s the next recruitment? Tell me quick, I must work at Huanyu, wuuu!]
[Ever since I saw President Zhou’s hiring conditions, I can’t stand staying at my current job for another day.]
[I’m 40 this year—can I still apply for an interview?]
[So, is the assistant Sister Lan?]
[Hurry up and open the positions! I can’t wait to quit this crappy company!]
[Forget everything else, just President Zhou’s face alone would brighten my mood by 30% every day.]
[But he said you can slack off at Huanyu! How can we not be tempted, folks?!]
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Before, this space was dominated by Zhou Yi’s female fans who adored his looks—his "face fans."
The "heartbeat points" contributed by face fans were unstable, prone to sudden drops at any moment.
But now, things were different.
Now, he had gained a new kind of fan—his "life fans."
What were life fans?
It meant they would love him as long as he was alive, no matter what. Even if scandals exploded, these fans would convince themselves, "Our brother is innocent! Someone’s out to get him! He’s a pure and blameless boy!"
It was the same logic as idol worship. It wasn’t just celebrities who had fan cultures—nowadays, every niche had its own fandom, with all kinds of fans.
Zhou Yi’s fanbase was complex. Their admiration for him wasn’t just the typical idolization of a star.
His identity wasn’t merely that of a celebrity or a corporate boss—more people projected their hopes onto him.
His looks attracted a large student following, while his reputation as a "boss with a conscience" drew in countless office workers.
Honestly, as long as he kept treating employees this well, the money would keep rolling in for the rest of his life. The benefits he provided were nothing compared to the profits he’d reap.
Zhou Yi opened his system panel to check his stats.
[Name: Zhou Yi]
[Level: Lv27 (Gold)]
[Wealth: ¥170,399,000 (Almost a Billionaire)]
[Appearance: 100 (Unmatched)]
[Combat: 100 (Unrivaled)]
[IQ: 200 (Genius)]
[Reputation: 80 (Well-Known Figure)]
[Attribute Points: 1,699,000]
Mission Progress Panel:
[Xia Qiuzhi’s Regret Value: 60]
[Chu Han’s Regret Value: 100]
[Su Ning’s Regret Value: 60]
[Comeback Progress: 87]
[Heartbeat Points Earned: 1,290,000]
[Number of Devoted Individuals: 1 (B-Class: Su Man)]
[Achievement Unlocked: Against All Odds]
[Acquired Items/Skills: Photographic Memory / Basic Medical Skills / Star of Arts & Entertainment]
[Current Ranking: 28,905]
[System Store: Unlocked]
A single trending topic had nearly doubled Zhou Yi’s heartbeat points, attribute points, and wealth.
Honestly, this exceeded his expectations.
Staring at the nine-digit figure, Zhou Yi almost laughed out loud.
Jiang Ruolan could tell Zhou Yi was in a great mood.
And why wouldn’t he be? Huanyu didn’t even need to advertise—countless people were clamoring to join. Their reputation had skyrocketed overnight, gaining free exposure and endless discussions. Who wouldn’t be thrilled?
Considering they were still a newly established company, this was a massive win. President Zhou’s happiness was more than justified.
Jiang Ruolan glanced at her phone and tentatively asked, "President Zhou, it’s already 1 PM. Would you like to grab lunch? I’ve ordered something."
Zhou Yi snapped out of his euphoria, suddenly remembering You Man.
He shook his head. "Don’t worry about me. Go ahead and eat. I’m heading out for a bit—I’ll be back by 3 PM for the interviews."
As he got up to leave, he added, "Oh, and from now on, the company will partner with a dedicated catering brand—meals will be free. Of course, if employees prefer something else, the company will reimburse up to ¥50 per meal."
Jiang Ruolan was briefly surprised before smiling. "Understood, President Zhou."
She had assumed Zhou Yi would direct everyone to the employee cafeteria in Huaihai Tower, where many companies in the building ate.
But clearly, he had considered that not everyone might like the food there.
After all, that cafeteria charged for meals and offered no menu flexibility. Partnering with external restaurants was a better move, even if it cost more.
And the ¥50 reimbursement? She was almost worried Zhou Yi would bankrupt the company with such generosity.
But then again, only a boss like this could earn undying loyalty from employees. At this point, Jiang Ruolan was already brainstorming ways to make the company a fortune.
As she opened her laptop to review investment opportunities, Zhou Yi was already on his way to the fast-food restaurant.
Fast-Food Restaurant
You Man stared at her phone, unable to suppress her smile.
Old Hai wiped his hands and leaned over. "So, it really is our Xiao Yi?"
"Mhm. So many people are praising him."
Her eyes curved happily as she scrolled through Zhou Yi’s fan page on Weibo.
It felt like the treasure she had discovered was now being admired by the whole world.
"That kid’s really made it big. Xiao Man, you’re in for a good life."
Old Hai gave her a knowing look, and You Man’s face instantly flushed. "That’s Xiao Yi’s fortune, not mine."
Old Hai sat across from her, popping a peanut into his mouth. "His fortune is yours. That boy knows how to repay kindness—I can tell he likes you."
You Man’s smile turned bittersweet. "Even so... Someone like me would only drag him down. I just want him to be happy—that’s enough for me."
Old Hai shook his head but didn’t press further.
Just then, Zhou Yi appeared outside the door. Old Hai was about to greet him, but Zhou Yi signaled for silence with a finger to his lips. Chuckling, Old Hai obliged.
You Man was still fixated on Zhou Yi’s WeChat profile, debating whether to message him. But she hesitated, afraid of disturbing him during work hours—he always seemed so busy.
Zhou Yi quietly pushed open the glass door and crept up behind her.
Covering her eyes with his hands, he whispered in her ear, "If you miss me, just call. Why hold back?"
You Man gasped, then quickly pulled his hands away and turned to face him.
Her beautiful eyes shimmered with unrestrained joy and affection.
Old Hai coughed twice and excused himself, stepping outside.
"Xiao Yi! What are you doing here? Aren’t you interviewing people at the company?"
Flustered, she tugged him to sit down, suddenly regretting not dressing up today.
Zhou Yi grinned, clasping her hands. "I missed you. Came to see you."
Her gaze softened further, and she lowered her head shyly. "I missed you too, Xiao Yi... But I didn’t want to bother you while you were busy."
Zhou Yi comforted her, "How could that be? Whenever Sister Man needs me, no matter how busy I am, I'll always come back."
You Man looked up, momentarily stunned, before breaking into a smile and leaning in to plant a sweet kiss on Zhou Yi's lips.
She had missed him so much that she couldn't resist kissing the young man.
At first, it was meant to be just a light, fleeting peck to convey her longing.
But to her surprise, the moment their lips parted, he pulled her into a tight embrace.
Seated on his lap, You Man found herself caught in another kiss—this time, Zhou Yi didn’t hesitate.
He kissed her until she was breathless, squirming in his arms and pleading for mercy.
"Z-Zhou Yi... Sister... Mm, I can't take it anymore..."
Her body had melted into his, limp as water, her words coming out in broken gasps against his chest.
Finally, Zhou Yi released her, allowing You Man to catch her breath. She gulped in air desperately, while beads of sweat formed on Zhou Yi's forehead.
Her lips, now swollen from his kisses, looked irresistibly alluring.
With eyes glazed like springwater and cheeks flushed like cherry blossoms, she panted against him, and Zhou Yi felt his restraint slipping.
Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "Sister... do you want to?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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?"
