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Han Zitong, having nothing better to do, busied himself digging mountain caves. Since he had time to spare and Boss Li had told him to do as he pleased and go wherever he liked—even boasting that if he had the ability to sneak back to the capital on his own, it would prove old man Han's competence—he might as well put in the effort.
Old man Han’s mental state was currently on the verge of total collapse. If he weren't completely outmatched by Boss Li, he would have loved nothing more than to bash this bastard's head in with a shovel.

Li Jie had installed broadband at the "Little Star Agritainment Center," though it was satellite broadband rented from Sanjiang Media, registered under the account of an anonymous counselor from the Jianye Academy of Arts. After all, that certain anonymous counselor surnamed Guo was currently up to his neck in political ambitions.

Ever since he helped elderly Mr. Su Yongzhi, the former Suzaku District councilor, make a comeback in Canglong District, Guo Rong had transformed into a slightly more impoverished, budget-version "political rising star" of Canglong District. Recently, his schedule of street speeches, campus lectures, and party rally speeches had increased noticeably. Moreover, in forging political alliances, because the Guo family had the old patriarch Guo Wei holding down the fort, figures from the cultural sphere—especially alumni and performance artists from the Jianye Academy of Arts—flocked to Guo Rong's side regardless of whether they actually knew him.

Combined with Su Yongzhi's political resources, once Guo Rong secured one of the "Seven Great Councilor" seats in Jianye District, he immediately ranked among the "Top Three" rather than the "Bottom Four."
That was simply what having real strength looked like.

Of course, old man Su Yongzhi's greatest asset was the endless, inexhaustible "talent" of his quasi-granddaughter-in-law, classmate Li Jie, which made the old codger the most popular candidate among young voters. He was even more "youth-oriented" than the councilor specifically targeting the youth vote.
And really, who could blame him when the old man was actually willing to wear the "Power Red" mascot suit?
That was "Power Red" itself!
With the power of thunder... shattering the darkness!
The campaign slogan was that down-to-earth, though to many onlookers, it was so cringe-inducing it felt like summoning the netherworld.

As for the true embodiment of "Power Red" himself, upon returning to the "shelter," he followed his usual routine and took a bath. The maternal figures were absent, having all gone home. Yaoyao wasn't there either, having taken her little aunt home to stay for a while. Before leaving, she gave "Heavenly Fairy Wang" repeated and earnest instructions: Persistence is victory!
The little aunt deeply agreed; after all, it was only by enduring through hardship that she had attained her current lifestyle as a "human parasite."
Even the "innate parasite constitution" requires a bit of effort, meow~~

After his bath, Boss Li continued working overtime, primarily dealing with emails. After all, he was still the boss of "Creative Power." For instance, in a couple of days, a Japanese company specializing in "hentai animation" wanted to negotiate a partnership. Previously, they had been in contact with "Daye Film and Television," but since Daye Film and Television had completely cratered, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and approach "Creative Power."
After all, if they didn't hurry up and collaborate on marketing the life-sized collectible figure of the "Super Pteranodon," the opportunity would likely go cold.

When Chen Pi and Park In-yong handled the reception, their ambitions weren't small either. They stated that while their company didn't know who held the copyright for the heavily modified, berserk version of the "Super Pteranodon," they still wanted a seventy percent cut.
Their company had a special connection on "Jingdong Live," and although the risks were high, the profits were enormous...
Especially since "Jingdong Live" still maintained that streaming room called "What is Dang Dang Dang," routing traffic to it separately and spinning it off into a sub-site called "Onlyou Live." On the entire homepage of "Onlyou Live," there was only "What is Dang Dang Dang," while everything else consisted of fully clothed foreign cyber-models riding the coattails of its popularity.
The clothed foreign models weren't stupid either. Even though "What is Dang Dang Dang" hadn't appeared for a long time, the moment it flickered back to life, they knew they would instantly feast on prime content.
Therefore, when they were dressed, they twirled around on "Onlyou Live," and when they were undressed, they went back to "Jingdong Live."

Even now, the video playback of the "Super Pteranodon's" "Solo Atmospheric Insertion" remained a massive hit. Apart from the special effects, the difficulty for a normal person trying to replicate it was genuinely high.
That was why, even after dragging things out for dozens of days, the Japanese company was still persisting and striving to secure the life-sized "Super Pteranodon" collectible figure.
Surely they weren't doing it for love, were they?

However, Boss Li was solely doing it for money, so he had to make "Heavenly Fairy Wang" broadcast her "imperial voice" immediately. *Recollection* had to sell like wildfire and top the charts; with summer vacation just around the corner, how could he possibly miss the summer box office window?

Having cleared out all his emails, Li Jie tracked down "Heavenly Fairy Wang." "Teacher Wang, exactly what part of your singing in *Recollection* is sounding wrong?"
"You're done with work~? Come, sit down."
Seeing Li Jie standing at the doorway, Ji Shengnan managed with great difficulty to summon a trace of a pure, innocent maiden persona. Yet the moment she opened her mouth, her seductive aura became utterly uncontrollable. While she could certainly act like a holy maiden in front of others, having been utterly crushed head-on by Li Jie without the slightest capacity for resistance, she was now essentially a "slutty saint."
"Come sit down~ You must be exhausted from work. Come in and make yourself comfortable, and I'll give you a shoulder massage..."
"..."

The reason Li Jie was left speechless wasn't because "Heavenly Fairy Wang" was having another episode of madness, but because she was wearing literally nothing except three band-aids across her entire body. The very first sight that assaulted his eyes was those band-aids barely covering her pink flesh.
In truth, he really wanted to slam the door shut and loudly curse, "You have no shame whatsoever!" He honestly thought that was what he would do, but... his little brother is simply invincible under heaven.
Screw it!
One's moral outlook follows one's aesthetic appreciation!
Why think so much about it?
A gamma-type is a gamma-type; it's not like it's a cosmic gamma-ray burst!

His brain might perhaps consider itself the "older brother," but having wandered the Jianghu for many years, Boss Li had always firmly believed in one golden rule: whenever you are undecided, just listen to the judgment of your little brother.
"You goddamn shameless freak!"

With a hard shove, he pushed the approaching "Heavenly Fairy Wang" away, sending her tumbling backward onto the bed. The woman's entire room was decorated in a classic "princess style," complete with a pink, lace-trimmed mosquito net.
The packaging of her vanity mirror... pink; the four-piece bedding set... pink; the wardrobe... pink; the wall decorations... pink decals and posters; the bedroom accessories... oh, look, also pink.
Not bad at all.
Pui!
Truly not bad.

"You hit me?"
The look of aggrieved sorrow on the face of "Heavenly Fairy Wang" as she lay on the bed lasted for precisely one second before instantly morphing into an ecstatic, ghost-like grin. "Hit me again, hurry up, hit me..."
"I used to think I'd seen everything life had to offer! But after coming to Jianye, I truly realize I've seen nothing at all! Good grief..."

With a loud *bang*, Li Jie pulled the door shut. The striking lines of his muscles under the seductive ambient lighting made "Heavenly Fairy Wang's" pupils dilate almost into the shape of hearts. Such a powerful, commanding visual was simply... too wonderful!

***

Out in the corridor, the hallway lights were even dimmer than the ambient lighting inside the room. Jing Wanchiu wore a speechless expression, locked in a wide-eyed staring contest with Jin Momomo. A very, very long time had passed. The young mistress... couldn't possibly be dead, could she?

"Wanchiu sister, why don't you go take a look?"
"If you want to go, you go."
"If I go in, I might get fucked."
"And you think I wouldn't?"
"Let's go in together!"
"Fine, let's go in together then."

Taking a deep breath, Jing Wanchiu pressed her hand down on the doorknob, exchanged a glance with Jin Momomo, and prepared to push the door open and enter.