"An Yi, our factory is all set up now. Here are some photos of the production line—take a look, it's amazing!"
The factory production line was designed by Bai Xiu, who spent most of his time sleeping in the office while drawing a high salary, much to the resentment of others.
But after Bai Xiu finished optimizing the factory, everyone was stunned, calling him a genius. Now, some are even suggesting setting up a bed in his office so he can sleep more conveniently.
"This is our Taobao product page. Check out the details—the marketing copy, product branding, everything. What do you think?"
An Yi watched as Lan Ruoxi beamed with excitement, her joy infectious. A faint smile tugged at his lips.
Originally, he had just wanted to chat with Lan Ruoxi to deepen their connection.
Somehow, things had taken a turn, and now it had turned into a work report!
An Yi sighed inwardly, but seeing Lan Ruoxi’s eager expression—her eyes shining, waiting for his approval—he suppressed his exasperation and carefully reviewed everything.
After all, this was the result of Lan Ruoxi’s hard work over the past few days.
An Yi’s eyes landed on the pricing details, and he raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Wait, we only have one product, so why are there so many different price points?"
"That’s what I was telling you about—the segmented market strategy!" Lan Ruoxi grinned. "Our product already made headlines after selling for 100 million at the auction. Plus, Brother Feng and Yaoji have been collaborating with beauty influencers and live-streamers for soft marketing and live sales. The results have been fantastic!"
"But if we keep the price too high, no matter how famous we are, sales won’t take off. After all, only a handful of people in the entire Great Xia can afford it."
"So, I differentiated the pricing based on the dilution ratio of the Jade Beauty Elixir. After market research, here’s what I came up with:
- The cheapest option, the white bottle, priced at 599 yuan—still outperforms most face masks and cleansers.
- Next is the blue bottle at 2,999 yuan, with a much higher concentration than the white one. This is our bestseller.
- Then the purple bottle at 9,999 yuan, and…"
An Yi flipped through the pages and nearly choked when he saw the next one.
A red bottle priced at 60,000 yuan!
And then—his jaw dropped at the next page.
The Supreme Gold Edition Jade Beauty Elixir, also known as the "Little Gold Bottle." The packaging alone was embedded with gold and crushed diamonds, exuding sheer luxury. The price? 1 million yuan!
And according to Taobao, it had already sold 100+ units per month!
An Yi’s eyebrows shot up. That meant this single product alone had already raked in 100 million yuan!
And it hadn’t even been on the market for long!
Compared to the revenue, the production cost was practically negligible.
Only now did An Yi realize—he had truly struck gold.
This girl’s business acumen was far more terrifying than he had ever imagined.
Lan Ruoxi grinned at him. "So… what do you think?"
"Ruoxi, you’re incredible," An Yi said, ruffling her hair affectionately.
Lan Ruoxi pouted playfully. "Do I get a reward?"
An Yi leaned in and pressed a light kiss to her forehead. "A small one for now."
Instantly, Lan Ruoxi’s face turned crimson. "Th-this kind of reward…?"
"What kind of reward do you want? If it’s within my power, I’ll give it to you," An Yi teased.
Just a kiss on the forehead had flustered her this much.
This girl was too cautious—he couldn’t rush things.
Lan Ruoxi thought for a moment. "I… haven’t decided yet."
An Yi gently wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pulling her soft, fragrant body closer. "Then take your time."
Being this close to An Yi, Lan Ruoxi’s blush refused to fade. Her breathing grew slightly uneven.
The atmosphere grew thick with tension, the air between them charged with unspoken desire.
"O-oh! Right!" Lan Ruoxi stammered, trying to distract herself. "Our financial management is still a weak point. We need to recruit more talent, but I’m worried about trust issues. Bai Xiu is brilliant, but he sleeps too much—he doesn’t have the energy to handle everything."
"I’ve already hired someone," An Yi said, amused. "A bit unlucky, but highly capable and trustworthy. They start next Monday—you can interview them yourself."
"What about the Xiangyun Auction House? Their standards are high, and our contact said—"
"I’ve already arranged it. We’ve sent three bottles of the Jade Beauty Elixir for auction. It’ll take time."
"Oh… and our product line is still too limited. That’s a big problem. If we develop new products, I’m worried about quality control—"
"I have a Tiger Yang Pill formula. Guaranteed to be just as good as the Jade Beauty Elixir. Any other problems?" An Yi smirked.
Lan Ruoxi’s eyes sparkled. "An Yi, you’re amazing!!"
She couldn’t believe it—every major hurdle she had worried about, An Yi had effortlessly solved.
Lan Ruoxi jumped up. "I’ll go contact—"
An Yi grabbed her wrist and yanked her back into his arms. "Stay right here. You’re not going anywhere. Sleep."
Lan Ruoxi nestled against him, her heart pounding like a startled deer. She nodded meekly, a sweet smile on her lips. "Mmm."
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The next afternoon.
Lan Ruoxi woke from a deep slumber.
It had been ages since she’d slept so soundly.
Though, if not for the large hand currently groping her chest, she might have slept even longer.
Blushing furiously, Lan Ruoxi pried An Yi’s iron grip away.
This guy… so shameless! He was so well-behaved when we fell asleep—who knew he’d turn into such a pervert in his sleep?
She turned to look at An Yi’s sleeping face, a soft smile playing on her lips. It still felt surreal—was this really happening?
"Good morning," she whispered, lightly tapping his nose.
Carefully, she slipped out of bed and glanced back at An Yi. Her cheeks burned as she peeled off her nightgown.
Meanwhile, An Yi cracked one eye open, shamelessly watching.
Damn, this girl’s figure is insane.
He’d verified it firsthand—few girls in Great Xia could match her proportions.
Though she still couldn’t compare to Su Mei’er’s terrifying assets.
Curves in all the right places—a slender waist, a perky backside, and an angelic face that screamed "pure yet seductive."
It was just that Lan Ruoxi usually dressed so conservatively, hiding her killer body.
An Yi continued his stealthy observation.
Hmm, white lingerie… suits her style.
Soon, Lan Ruoxi finished dressing and tiptoed out, closing the door with exaggerated care to avoid waking him.
"Mom, what are you cooking? It smells amazing!" Lan Ruoxi entered the kitchen, eyes widening at the feast laid out. Even their New Year’s meals weren’t this extravagant.
Liu Yuefen untied her apron, smiling warmly. "An Yi’s visiting for the first time, and he even cured my illness. He’s both a guest and our benefactor—we can’t treat him poorly. By the way… how was last night?"
"Mom! Why did you… last night, you—" Lan Ruoxi stammered, embarrassed.
Liu Yuefen rolled her eyes. "Did you think I wouldn’t notice? You’re the one chasing him, aren’t you?"
Lan Ruoxi nodded, her face burning.
"Ever since middle school, your backpack was stuffed with love letters, but you never got close to anyone." Liu Yuefen gently smoothed Lan Ruoxi’s hair. "You’ve always been smart. I trust your judgment—if you like him, then I’ll like him too."
With her decades of life experience, it wasn’t hard to see.
Last night, when that boy had claimed to be her daughter’s boyfriend, Lan Ruoxi’s flustered reaction made it clear—things weren’t official yet.
At times like these, a mother giving her daughter a little nudge is absolutely necessary.
Otherwise, with her daughter’s shy and timid personality, who knows when things would ever progress?
"I’ll bring the dishes over first—An Yi should be getting up by now."
Lan Ruoxi’s cheeks flushed as she spoke. She put on oven mitts and lifted the clay pot, where the braised meat bubbled and steamed, filling the air with its rich aroma.
Just then, a phone rang.
Lan Ruoxi quickly set the pot down and answered.
A shrill male voice came through the line.
"Hey, Ruoxi? It’s me, your Second Uncle!"
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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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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."
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.
