Ding! Calculating special reward... Based on the complex scenario, Host is awarded five million TikTok coins.
Ding! The coins will be recharged through legitimate channels with clean funds. Please use them with confidence.
Seeing the reward, Jiang Cheng's mind filled with three giant question marks.
Five million Live Streaming Platform coins?? Are you sure that's not calling me a dumbass?
Fine—Jiang Cheng admitted he'd gotten spoiled.
He'd expected another windfall of tens of millions, same as before.
But given the system's logic, the five million coins were probably because Peng Shiqi and Li Man were Internet Celebrities.
Had this happened back when he first got the Dream-Come-True system, he'd have jumped for joy.
Now, however, the title of online tycoon didn't interest him.
That sort of thing was great fun for Wang Congcong and Qin Fen.
Ever since TikTok blew up, those two had made headlines showering gifts on streamers.
Wang Congcong mostly stuck to Live Streaming Platform, at least.
Qin Fen, though, wandered everywhere. He and Wang Congcong successively dropped millions on Live Streaming Platform's Xiao Tao to create Internet Celebrities, sending Shuang Shuang trending together.
He even threw a few hundred grand at some athlete's carnival, and—crazier—camped in his ex-girlfriend's live room to boost her heat.
In his previous life Jiang Cheng had eaten those melons with the rest of the netizens.
Now that he knew the pair, he realized nothing was ever given for free—only spur-of-the-moment hype or long-planned stunts.
He had plenty of female Internet Celebrities under him anyway; the five million coins could serve as Company marketing funds.
Before leaving Chanel, Chen Ting couldn't resist buying the bag Jiang Cheng and Peng Shiqi had mentioned.
On her salary, she'd grab any chance to snag a several-ten-thousand-yuan bag.
When she actually took it, Peng Shiqi and Li Man exchanged glances.
They followed Jiang Cheng out of the Chanel store feeling as if they'd woken from a dream.
The purchases weren't for them, yet it was their first taste of the thrill of a shopping spree.
The uninhibited buy-buy-buy rush felt amazing.
Outside the Chanel boutique, noticing Li Man wasn't beside Wang Congcong, Peng Shiqi asked, "Manman, cameras are rolling—aren't you going?"
Li Man shook her head. "I filmed while we ate hotpot; tomorrow's trending spot is locked."
Her goal achieved and Chen Ting's stance clear, tagging along now would only invite dislike.
Jiang Cheng turned with a smile. "Shall we keep strolling? There's a jewelry shop ahead—see if any accessories catch your eye."
Li Man's eyes lit up; she was about to nod when Chen Ting, up ahead, tugged Wang Congcong. "Congcong, I'm suddenly tired—let's head back?"
Impatience tinged her voice; she clearly couldn't bear to watch Peng Shiqi "collect gifts" any longer.
Wang Congcong, oblivious, frowned at once, finding her a killjoy and utterly tactless.
"Why go back so early? If you want to leave, go back yourself."
With that he released her arm, even stepping to Jiang Cheng's side and patting his shoulder, apparently afraid Jiang Cheng would find the spat tiresome.
"You really know how to treat people. Compared with you, my tricks look childish."
He never felt Jiang Cheng was competing with him; Jiang Cheng had always treated the women around him this way—he was used to it.
Jiang Cheng smiled faintly: "Employees are the Company's wealth; of course I take good care of them."
The remark was perfectly aboveboard, yet it flushed Chen Ting's cheeks hotter.
So did that imply she didn't even qualify as an employee??
Clutching her lone Chanel bag, she felt like a joke.
Were Jiang Cheng to hear that, he'd surely groan: Don't be absurd, okay??
Don't put words in my mouth, please??
He hadn't even noticed her—how could he be throwing shade??
But some people are simply hypersensitive, hearing every line as a personal attack.
Though Peng Shiqi knew her shopping experience was only a consultant's shell, seeing Chen Ting's envy and frustration gave her an indescribable feeling.
Wang Congcong spoke up: "It's about time—shall we go party?"
Jiang Cheng shook his head. "Not tonight. I'll stroll a bit more and then head back; I've got things tomorrow."
Hearing this, Wang Congcong shook his head and leaned closer, whispering, "Taking Bai Xiaoxiao to the airport?"
"Do I look like someone who neglects proper work?"
"What else, then?"
Heaven's cycle spares no one.
Jiang Cheng sighed: "Tomorrow An Xin wants me to check the eastern perimeter construction progress; I need an early night."
Wang Congcong's eyes widened. "An Xin?? Nice one."
He even gave Jiang Cheng an appreciative thumbs-up.
"What time? I'll tag along."
"Why would you go?"
"To take a look. Once your eastern perimeter breaks ground, our Company is planning some new projects nearby."
Mentioning projects, Jiang Cheng instinctively asked, "More apartment blocks?"
He'd never cared much for real-estate development, especially Company's projects—something Wang Congcong knew.
Yet the industry had stayed on a steady upward curve.
"Not real estate. Dad says we'll build hospitals around your area. Company has several projects in Chengdu, but Ansheng Group's influence here is still top-tier. I rarely get to meet An Xin—so tomorrow, while you're on your 'date,' I'll tag along…"