56: Chapter 56 MCN CEO Wang's Scheme! He's even getting into metaphysical fortune-telling!

After Su Yun finished listening, he rolled his eyes.

Eat?

Was that just eating?

That was a Hongmen Banquet!

Claiming to consult on case details, she would probably ask where his fortune-telling ability came from again, and if he was practicing feudal superstitions.

Besides, eating with the police is so exhausting; you have to keep up appearances.

With that time, wouldn't it be better to order some Yellow Braised Chicken with Rice at home and watch beautiful women dancing while I eat?

Su Yun pressed the voice message button, his tone devoid of emotion: "No time."

Two seconds later.

He added another sentence: "I'm very busy, making hundreds of thousands every minute, no time for dinner."

This reason for refusal was hardcore to the extreme.

Not giving even a bit of face.

Qin Yumo on the other end of the phone was probably choked up.

There was no movement for a long time.

After about a minute, Qin Yumo's message came again.

This time it wasn't a voice message, it was text.

Obviously, she was afraid Su Yun wouldn't even bother to listen to a voice message.

"Mr. Su, don't misunderstand, I didn't mean anything else."

"Besides dinner, there's actually something else."

"The bureau leadership said that in view of your significant contribution to this case, in addition to the previous 50,000 yuan reward, a special assistance fund has also been approved."

Su Yun's fingers tapped quickly on the screen: "Just transfer the reward directly to my card, you have the card number."

"Alright, tired, going to sleep."

After sending these few sentences, Su Yun directly set his phone to silent mode and threw it onto the headboard.

The movement was smooth and fluid, without the slightest hesitation.

As for whether Qin Yumo would stomp her feet in anger over there, that was none of his business.

Women will only slow down the speed at which he draws his sword.

Moreover, he was currently a person with a terminal illness; every minute of sleep was a race against the Grim Reaper.

Sleep!

...

At the same time.

Hangzhou, CBD Central District.

Starlight MCN headquarters building, the top-floor office was still brightly lit.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, President Wang held a Cuban cigar, his face so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

On the huge hundred-inch projection screen in front of him, clips of Su Yun's live stream tonight were playing on a loop.

In the footage, Su Yun was rebuking the human traffickers from afar, his voice deafening.

Those blood-pumping scenes and the screen full of flying Rockets and Carnivals made President Wang's eyes twitch.

"Slap!"

President Wang slammed the folder in his hand onto the mahogany desk.

The sound echoed in the empty office, startling the little secretary standing at the door.

"Five hundred thousand online!"

"Gift revenue for a single session exceeded five hundred thousand!"

"Number one on the trending searches across the whole network!"

President Wang gritted his teeth, every word squeezed out from between them, "This should have all belonged to our Starlight!"

That Su Yun should have been his cash cow!

A super IP created by him, Wang!

But now?

That kid who didn't know the height of the heavens actually dared to block him!

He even dared to refuse a million-dollar contract that would make ordinary people grovel!

This was simply slapping him in the face!

And it was in front of the whole network, slapping him left and right, making a loud sound!

"Good, very good..."

President Wang took a deep puff of his cigar and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

Amidst the swirling smoke, a vicious light gleamed in his shrewd eyes.

"Since he can't be used by me, then don't blame me for being impolite."

In the world of capital, there has never been any warmth.

Only eating and being eaten.

Since Su Yun wanted to eat the bowl of rice that was metaphysical live streaming, he would flip the table so that no one could eat!

President Wang reached out and heavily pressed the intercom on the desk.

"Get the Operations Director over here! Now! Immediately!"

In less than two minutes.

There was a knock on the office door.

A middle-aged man in a professional suit and gold-rimmed glasses ran in, covered in sweat.

"Pres... President Wang, you were looking for me?"

The Operations Director wiped the sweat from his forehead, not daring to take a breath.

President Wang pointed at Su Yun on the screen and sneered, "Do you see this?"

"I see it, I see it." The director nodded repeatedly. "This kid is too hot tonight, he's practically a phenomenon."

"I don't want to hear nonsense!"

President Wang slapped the table, "I don't care if he's phenomenal or whatever level, I want you to do one thing."

He stood up, walked to the director, and stared down at him.

"Under our company, didn't we sign a bunch of 'Little Fresh Meat' who only have their faces going for them?"

"Go! Pick ten for me! No, pick twenty!"

"They need to be handsome and look like... that kind of Abstinence-style."

"Then, go to Hengdian and buy me a few sets of Taoist robes, the kind that look expensive and high-quality."

"Change all the live stream backgrounds for me! Change them to Bagua diagrams, Grandmaster chairs, Incense burners—make it as mystical as possible!"

The Operations Director was stunned for a moment, not quite reacting: "President Wang, you mean..."

"Are you a pig-brain!"

President Wang poked the director's forehead, "Isn't that kid doing metaphysical fortune-telling? We'll do it too!"

"Isn't he setting up an 'iron-mouthed' persona? We'll set one up too!"

"Have those streamers all put on Taoist robes and stream fortune-telling for me!"

The Operations Director swallowed, looking troubled: "But... President Wang, those Little Fresh Meat don't know anything about fortune-telling besides singing, dancing, and rapping. If this is broadcast, won't the secret be out?"

"Is this your first day in operations?"

President Wang looked at him like he was an idiot, "Who told you to actually do fortune-telling?"

"Scripts! Do you understand scripts?"

"Find me a few screenwriters and have them write scripts overnight!"

"Find Shills! Call people in the Guild groups, find those Shills with good acting skills to connect!"

"Let the streamers read from the script, let the Shills cry and make a scene over there—the more melodramatic, the better!"

"Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts, catching mistresses, supernatural events—add all these Traffic codes for me!"

The more President Wang spoke, the more excited he became, greed flashing in his eyes.

"Isn't that Su Yun aloof? Doesn't he refuse to sign?"

"I'll let him see that in the face of the power of capital, individual talent is nothing!"

"I'm going to use these twenty accounts to fill up the metaphysical live streaming track for me!"

"I want the audience to be unable to distinguish what's real and what's fake!"

"As long as we can intercept the traffic, as long as we can trick them into giving gifts, that's money!"

The Operations Director listened, dumbfounded.

This move... was too wicked!

This was a "saturation strike"!

Using a large amount of fake goods to flood the market, muddying the waters so that the real deal like Su Yun couldn't survive either.

This was a classic case of "bad money driving out good."

But in this industry, as long as you can get money, who cares if you're good money or bad money?

"Brilliant! President Wang, truly brilliant!"

The Operations Director gave a thumbs up with a flattering look, "I'll get right on it! I'll arrange the manpower tonight, and we can go online tomorrow morning!"

"Go on."

President Wang waved his hand and sat back in his executive chair.

He looked at Su Yun's young face on the screen, a cruel sneer curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Kid, fighting with me? You're still a bit too green."