Zhou Yi spent two consecutive days busy with interviews at Huanyu, and by the weekend evening, the first round of interviews was finally completed.
This time, over fifty people were retained, with a relatively low elimination rate.
Many others online still wanted to join Huanyu, so after discussing with Jiang Ruolan, Zhou Yi decided to continue recruiting.
Since Huanyu was now an investment company, most positions were related to investment. However, Zhou Yi wanted to hire a separate team dedicated to developing a short-video platform.
Given that the company had just been established, Zhou Yi didn’t plan to create a separate studio. Instead, he would form a software development department within the existing company.
Jiang Ruolan was hearing this novel concept for the first time.
"Short videos?"
"Yes. Trust me, this platform will explode in popularity in the future."
Seeing Zhou Yi’s unwavering confidence, Jiang Ruolan simply nodded.
Zhou Yi’s foresight had always surpassed hers—she just needed to follow his lead and do her job well.
So Jiang Ruolan reopened the recruitment process, and this time, the number of resumes received tripled compared to the last round.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ruolan presented some promising projects she had identified for Zhou Yi’s review.
Zhou Yi skimmed through them—most were finance-related, a field he wasn’t well-versed in—so he said,
"These are your expertise. If you think they’re worth investing in, go ahead. Additionally, I plan to focus on the entertainment industry—films, TV dramas, and web series."
Jiang Ruolan was first moved by Zhou Yi’s trust, deepening her loyalty to him.
But there was one thing she didn’t quite understand: "Boss Zhou, what’s a web series?"
Zhou Yi paused. This world didn’t have web series yet—another untapped opportunity.
He waved it off without elaborating, simply saying, "It’s part of the company’s future plans. I’ll explain in detail when I have time. For now, keep an eye out for films seeking investment and have them bring their scripts to the company to meet me."
"Understood, Boss Zhou."
Jiang Ruolan could tell Zhou Yi had grand ambitions. He wasn’t the type to chase trends just because others profited from them.
He aimed to be an industry pioneer.
She believed Huanyu’s future would undoubtedly be bright.
......
On Monday, Zhou Yi returned to school.
The weekend had been eventful—by now, almost everyone at Huai University knew Zhou Yi.
As soon as he entered the classroom, he once again drew numerous gazes.
Zhang Wu eagerly pulled out his anti-defamation records to show Zhou Yi.
"Yi-ge, look! I’ve become a certified die-hard fan—that’s what they’re calling me!"
Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow, took Zhang Wu’s phone, and scrolled through the logs of his online trolling. He couldn’t help but laugh.
With a simple compliment, Zhou Yi said, "Not bad."
The people Zhang Wu had provoked were furious, calling him Zhou Yi’s brainless fan—but he took it as a badge of honor. What kind of logic was that?
They threw punches, only for their enemy to lie back and enjoy it?
Zhang Wu’s unshakable attitude infuriated the haters, leading to heated back-and-forth exchanges. Soon, Zhang Wu became infamous among Zhou Yi’s fanbase.
Many fans mistook him for a girl and even hailed him as Zhou Yi’s top supporter, praising his efforts.
Zhang Wu had never experienced the thrill of being showered with compliments by female fans—he was over the moon.
He vowed to dedicate himself to defending Zhou Yi’s honor!
"Yi-ge, you know what? Yesterday, so many of your fans praised me—I was actually blushing."
Zhang Wu now addressed Zhou Yi as "Yi-ge" at every turn, a complete reversal from his past demeanor. Naturally, rumors started circulating in class.
What kind of rumors?
During lunch, Zhou Yi accidentally overheard them.
"Don’t you think Zhang Wu has a crush on Zhou Yi? The way he beams around him—it’s like he’s head over heels."
"Right? And he keeps calling him ‘Yi-ge.’ Zhang Wu used to have such a strong ego, but now he acts like a simp around Zhou Yi."
"Wasn’t he hostile toward Zhou Yi before?"
"Oh, Little Lan, you don’t get it. Some people bully the ones they like. Maybe he had unrequited feelings for Zhou Yi before, and now that Zhou Yi’s become so outstanding, he’s switched tactics."
"Do you think Zhou Yi knows?"
Zhou Yi, mid-bite, choked on his food.
The table behind him happened to be occupied by a few fujoshi (fangirls of BL) from his class.
His lunch companions burst into laughter.
They were students Zhou Yi had met during the provincial competition, here to cheer him on before his upcoming national math modeling contest.
"Yi-shen, the honor of Huai University rests on your shoulders."
"Exactly! But honestly, winning a national award should be a breeze for you."
"Don’t mind the online noise—they’re just a bunch of ignorant frogs. You’ll shut them up soon enough!"
Grateful for their encouragement, Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Thanks for believing in me. I won’t let you down."
With his system, no problem was unsolvable.
Zhou Yi had zero concerns.
Then, someone shared insider information they’d gathered.
"Yi-ge, I heard this year’s national contest has a lot of judges from A University. Do you think they’ll favor their own students?"
"Yeah. Most provinces send teams from different schools, but in A Province, nine out of ten participants are from A University. They’ll probably stick together."
Each province sent ten contestants—A University alone accounted for nine, and with most judges also being A University faculty, the outcome was uncertain.
If they inflated their own students’ scores, Zhou Yi might face an uphill battle.
But in a subject like math, where answers were absolute, bias couldn’t alter results unless scores were tampered with.
Zhou Yi remained unfazed. With calm confidence, he said, "No worries. Even with favoritism, absolute skill can’t be overshadowed."
He would still score full marks.
Zhou Yi’s participation in the math modeling contest had drawn significant attention.
After trending over the weekend, public interest in his performance surged—fans rooted for him, while haters (including paid trolls) eagerly awaited his failure.
Huanyu’s rise had unsettled competitors, with many employees growing dissatisfied with their own companies.
Some had even secretly applied to Huanyu, while others outright resigned, citing a move to Zhou Yi’s company as their reason. This was unacceptable to their employers.
Wang Can, the boss of Longcan Company, was one of the direct victims of Huanyu’s recruitment drive.
"What!? Another resignation? Don’t tell me—they’re going to Huanyu?"
"Yes, Boss Wang. Maybe we should revise company policies, like letting them leave earlier? Morale is at an all-time low."
"No! Huanyu is disrupting the market. The industry has operated this way for years—who is Zhou Yi to change it? If we give in now, employees will keep demanding ‘Huanyu standards,’ and profits will plummet. How will the company grow then?"
"This... President Wang, the overtime hours for employees have indeed been increasing, and there's no overtime pay either..."
"Increasing overtime? Where's the increase? The hours have been the same for years, okay? Stop making baseless accusations. Running a company is tough—maybe you should reflect on yourself. Have your salaries gone up over the years? Have you been putting in the effort? The hours haven’t changed, and honestly, I’m about to lose it."

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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!"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”