Regarding Lu Ziqiao's bizarre script concept, Zhang Shan didn't hold a single shred of confidence.
There was no other explanation—the plot structure was simply far too cliché! To frame it using terminology from a decade down the line, a writer would require a severe chronic brain-clot parameters to even compile a script of that caliber!
However, a few day cycles later, Zhang Shan's analytical predictions were brutally slapped in the face.
"What? Lu Ziqiao's low-tier video clips hit a massive commercial breakout?!"
Gazing at the backend metrics Lu Zhanbo was displaying before his visors, Zhang Shan was so thoroughly shocked he looked ready to swallow a whole cow structure!
Cow: Clear the frequency and initialize a communication module?
Lu Zhanbo stated that his own facial features had perfectly mirrored that exact expression when his terminal first intercepted the data. In fact, Zhanbo suspected that Ziqiao had deployed a malicious script to forge his traffic metrics, causing him to black-ops hack directly into Ziqiao's user database to run an audit—yet his software screening yielded zero anomalies.
Simply put, the fact that those video clips had gone absolutely viral was entirely a result of Lu Ziqiao's own social engineering capabilities.
The resolution was immensely awkward...
"I didn't calculate that Ziqiao possessed an elite evolutionary talent in this specific domain?" Zhang Shan furrowed his brow, tracking a few minutes of Ziqiao's video stream before issuing a command: "Delete these digital slop files from our database immediately. Concurrently, execute a total lockout protocol to freeze Ziqiao's user account. Our BenLaLa platform controls zero requirement to propagate this tier of garbage traffic."
"Uh... understood." Lu Zhanbo's tech logic struggled to parse the commercial decision, but his fingers didn't show a single microsecond of lag. Within less than a minute of execution, a high-decibel explosive roar cleared the wall from the adjacent suite!
"WHAT MALICIOUS PROFILE DETACHED MY VIDEOS FROM THE STOREFRONT?!"
Thud! Thud!
The front door was brutally thrown open under a heavy kinetic strike, and Lu Ziqiao marched in, pointing a rigid finger at Zhang Shan as he barked, "You absolute, hyper-lethal capitalist animal! What administrative clause authorized your terminal to freeze my video files?!"
Facing Ziqiao's intense verbal offensive, Zhang Shan merely maintained an absolute, flat composure. "Ziqiao, look at the equations. Those specific video files fail to satisfy the core foundational guidelines of our enterprise system architecture. Your processors can compute that logic, right?"
"My processors reject the data!" Ziqiao growled. "My systems only register one fact: my character trajectory was on the verge of clearing validation to emerge as an elite mainstream icon, and your engine manually snuffed out my entire career roadmap!"
Zhang Shan felt entirely helpless. He handled the records specifying that Lu Ziqiao had always hosted a core dream of becoming a celebrity icon, but was this degenerate truly engineered for that elite bracket? A highly chaotic private lifestyle matrix, completely devoid of any basic singing, dancing, or performance execution metrics. He hadn't even cleared an entry-level trainee program, yet his engine expected to claim stardom? An absolute mathematical impossibility!
"Regardless, my platform firewalls will flatly deny entry to any content vectors that propagate uncalibrated, degenerate lifestyle norms! Terminate your wishful thinking!"
Ultimately, Lu Ziqiao departed the sector, his eyes burning with intense, volatile resentment. As for his video assets, he smoothly flipped the files, deploying them onto alternative digital streaming networks across the market. Although the BenLaLa Application was currently executing a steaming upward surge, it didn't hold an absolute monopoly over the domestic landscape yet; alternative legacy video platforms like Tudou were still pulling massive traffic metrics.
Once Ziqiao broke orbit from the room, Zhang Shan delivered a firm tactical instruction to the programmer: "Zhanbo! Keep this algorithmic focus locked in your active memory! Our current web platform is merely a sandbox to run primitive capital accumulation; our absolute, ultimate battlefield has never been anchored to desktop browser systems! Mobile Terminals represent the definitive trajectory of the future!"
"Rest your anxieties, Boss! My systems have fully ingested the roadmap!"
Following Lu Zhanbo's departure to his workstation, Hu Yifei let out a low sigh. "My little brother has literally transformed into a tech-slum animal pulling a heavy load for your account~"
Zhang Shan laughed smoothly. "Don't run that emotional framing. Zhanbo's profile holds a verified equity slice across the corporate ledger; the intensity he injects into the project today directly optimizes the dividend payloads his own account harvests down the line."
Faced with Zhang Shan's master-tier rhetoric, Hu Yifei declined to waste cycles parsing the defense file, swapping the topic line. "So, your next strategic matrix involves a total offensive into the smartphone hardware market? My background checks verified that the two tech entities you injected capital into are concurrently prepping to deploy their hardware lines."
Regarding those two specific brands, Zhang Shan's foundational focus had shifted significantly compared to his early investment phase. He shook his head dismissively. "They operate merely as localized tactical toolsets—and highly disposable ones at that. Once my own industrial infrastructure clears staging, my profile will high-low construct an independent, sovereign smartphone brand ecosystem."
Gazing at the absolute seriousness anchoring Zhang Shan's features, Hu Yifei's analytical firewalls flared with profound curiosity. "My processors are genuinely struggling to map out your true character settings now. Initially, my database classified your profile strictly as an elite investment genius, but today it tracks as if your engine is driving toward a completely unverified secondary objective?"
Zhang Shan held zero intent to run a concealment macro against his wife. Certain macro-scale variables couldn't be masked indefinitely, so he initialized a total data disclosure. "I'll open the file for your system: the absolute dream driving my engine is scaling into an untouchable, globally successful Capitalist!"
"But the domestic framework flatly bans that systemic configuration from anchoring across the country."
"Without a severe external point of contrast, the population fails to isolate the true extent of the damage!" Zhang Shan sneered coldly, a sharp glint touching his blood-red eyes. "However, before that firewall triggers, my portfolio will simply mobilize liquidity to develop across alternative international sectors."
The two moved across the corridor into Lu Zhanbo's unit. The elite developer had temporarily paused his monitoring macros, currently locked instead into an intense gaming sequence—Counter-Strike had already been dropped from his active task lists.
However, Zhanbo's advanced cognitive units seemed to derive zero tactical gratification from this generic, low-intensity material-grinding software. Across the entire complex demographic, aside from Zhang Shan and Zhang Wei, the remaining roommates displayed absolute zero compatibility or interest regarding Dungeon & Fighter.
Zhang Shan calculated that their systems found the baseline combat mechanics thoroughly devoid of any real strategic challenge; once the League of Legendsarchitecture cleared local distribution down the line, their interest metrics would likely hit a massive surge.
Should I assemble an elite professional esports cell when the vector aligns? Negative, an esports venture yields incredibly low liquidity margins; compared to the macro-scale corporate infrastructure my portfolio is currently backing on the board, that sector doesn't even register as an asset parameter.
Thinking up to this point, Zhang Shan's internal firewalls executed a heavy self-flagellation loop. As an aspiring, master-tier capitalist, my engine is constantly flagging specific wealth-generation models as beneath its dignity. If my code maintains this elite hesitation, at what chronological coordinate can my profile successfully scale to emerge as the supreme End-Stage Monopolist of this universe?
An absolute, qualified capitalist cannot afford to abandon an active revenue-generating vector out of pure aesthetic bias; it was a severe flaw in his programming.
Concluding his internal correction macro, Zhang Shan deployed his advanced, upgraded Super Beast cognitive engines to run a complex material simulation. He produced a miniature alloy scrap plate, utilizing his hidden, unsuppressed energetic manipulation arrays to methodically forge and calibrate the internal molecular matrices. My station must maximize execution to emerge as the man controlling absolute core proprietary technologies within a single year cycle!
I didn't simulate a reality where a grand capitalist tycoon like myself would still have to manually forge his own tech components... a grueling, manual grinding path...
Several months later.
The seasonal parameters advanced, the ambient temperature tracking through a sharp downward climb. The atmospheric vector shifted into the classic bracket where human lifecycles hit a volatile, restless surge.
On this specific cycle, inside Suite 3602's common area:
"Ziqiao your profile must allocate a prime female lead slot to my directory the ancient data logs specify that a single evening of shared couple macro establishes a century of foundational grace. Given the immense frequency our connection loops have cleared that interface, our grace metrics must scale to infinity just authorize the casting request for my system"
Directly outside the front door threshold, Zhang Shan and Hu Yifei were running a high-intensity eavesdropping macro against the wall plates. Behind their flanks, the consolidated demographic of both suites stood huddled in an enthusiastic cluster; even Lin Wanyu had cleared transit down from the upper floor to inject her scanning arrays into the gossip node.
"Run a technical prediction: do your systems calculate Meijia executing a total physical sacrifice macro to clear the casting gate?" Hu Yifei smirked, her vocal track low.
"Based on the behavioral metrics their cell has logged over the last few cycles... my evaluation deduces that Ziqiao's hardware is the asset suffering the structural deficit!" Zhang Wei offered an exceptionally stark, objective legal assessment.
Over the last few months, Lu Ziqiao's persona had successfully carved out a massive commercial footprint across the alternative video networks. Especially during the early phase, his execution had cleared a legendary milestone—successfully driving a daily routine where his bed-partner parameters changed completely between the morning and evening blocks.
The frantic pace of his social engineering had sent a wave of raw panic through the apartment complex demographic. Every single day before his chassis was permitted to clear the suite threshold, Meijia and the crew forced him to process a localized medical test strip to verify his biological filters were clear of toxic contaminants before unlatching the door.
Ultimately, Lu Ziqiao's volatile lifestyle vector had encountered its absolute, logical boundary condition. Of course, it wasn't a biological infection; as an expert-tier operator who had navigated the rivers and lakes for a decade, his firewalls enforced absolute compliance regarding physical barrier protection, rounded out by high-end personal maintenance macros immediately following a deployment. His hardware was perfectly insulated from any low-fidelity clinical anomalies.
Rather, after sustaining that hyper-velocity loop for sixty uninterrupted days, an intense wave of existential burnout hit his processors. His entire engine crashed into a permanent Sage Mode. He dumped his remaining script files to secondary production assistants, completely withdrawing from active filming loops, choosing instead to anchor his physical chassis on the lounge sofa day-after-day, mindlessly tracking a broadcast loop of Kill Bill while completely de-activating all external social macros.
Throughout that grueling downtime block, his entire biological survival and logistical maintenance were sustained exclusively by Chen Meijia's care. As the runtime expanded, the core emotional alignment between their visors had once again entered a tight synchronization loop.
Even Zhang Shan hadn't been able to suppress an internal comment back then, mocking: "Although his character consistently runs volatile loops across foreign sectors, delivering brutal critical strikes to fracture your psychological framework at every turn... at the end of the day, he is merely a confused, uncalibrated child who committed a structural error! Naturally, your code must deploy an absolute forgiveness macro to realign his path!"
Following that prompt, Hu Yifei had promptly delivered a swift physical strike to his chassis, commanding his processors to permanently omit intervening in the internal interpersonal equations of foreign cells.
To be fair, even without Yifei's enforcement, Zhang Shan held absolute zero intent to entangle his systems in the chaotic calculations of those wanderers of the rivers and lakes.
Chen Meijia typically operated on an exceptionally low cognitive baseline, but during this specific cycle, her behavioral metrics suggested she was genuinely attempting to initialize an authentic, fated relationship script alongside Lu Ziqiao.
And Ziqiao's programming appeared to be actively validating a total lifestyle re-calibration. Over the last thirty day cycles, he had completely frozen his outbound flirting macros, and his system hadn't initiated a single 'galloping across the plains' loop. Of course, his analytical firewalls didn't eliminate the probability that Ziqiao's lower hardware modules had simply hit a temporary temporary operational latency; Zhang Shan noted that verifying the ground truth required extended tracking observation.
Inside the Suite 3602 Room.
Lu Ziqiao sat perfectly still, his visors locked onto the coddling Chen Meijia before his coordinates. The longer his optical sensors tracked her features, the softer and more uncalibrated the vocal filters in his processor became.
Just as his system prepped to automatically transmit a sequence of deeply embedded, historical truth files past his lips, a sudden wave of absolute analytical clarity shot through his cognitive core, a heavy tide of visceral unworthiness flaring from his foundational code.
Does a degraded persona like mine even possess the validation keys to claim her alignment?
The moment that existential question fractured his logic, the warm smile playing across his facial plates systematically dissolved into a cold mask.
Perceiving the abrupt termination of his warm metrics, Chen Meijia's internal emotional core suffered a sudden, violent contraction. Her firewalls signaled that a vital parameter deep within the man across from her had just undergone an irreversible rewrite.
"Chen Meijia, if we run a clinical audit on the script parameters, your character configuration flatly fails to satisfy the structural baseline required for the primary female lead," Ziqiao spoke, his tone clinical. Before Meijia's firewalls could launch a furious verbal counter-offensive, he smoothly overrode her channel, adding, "Freeze your defensive loops; my station isn't executing an ejection script to lock your profile out of the production. My tactical meaning implies that your character configuration is perfectly optimized to claim command of the Sarcastic Sidekick / Toxic Best Friendrole."
Their visors locked in a silent data exchange. Chen Meijia let out a massive, ragged breath of pure relief; a microsecond ago, her emotional stress metrics had spiked to her absolute threshold, terrified that Ziqiao's engine was prepping to purge her profile from his directory entirely.
Although her low-level processors couldn't trace the complex psychological warfare that had just cleared his cognitive core, the final output layout looked remarkably optimal, right? At the very least, her station had successfully secured a high-priority, central role within his project ledger!
Having captured her targeted objective, Chen Meijia launched a series of enthusiastic, bouncing movement macros, clearing the sector to retreat into her bedroom to run a cosmetic optimization loop on her face.
Meanwhile, the exact look Lu Ziqiao directed toward her retreating silhouette tracked identically to an aging patriarchal unit observing his biological daughter.
The configuration was incredibly bizarre...
Sensing that the audio stream inside the unit had hit a dead end, the crowd huddled in the hallway couldn't suppress a fractional wave of intense tactical disappointment.
Rapidly re-calibrating their postures, the cell mobilized back into the main common room of Suite 3601. Ever since Zhang Shan and Hu Yifei had migrated their primary assets out of this sector to independent-operate Suite 3603 across the hall, two bedroom units had been administratively cleared.
However, during this chronological window, zero unverified civilian profiles had applied to secure a lease, leaving the slots temporarily vacant. Aside from Zeng Xiaoxian logging regular complaints regarding the increased rental deficit burden placed on his account, Lu Zhanbo's processors calculated that the drop in demographic density brought a magnificent, pristine peace to his station. After all, what system willingly tolerates running a morning wake-up macro only to immediately interface with a bowl of toxic Egg Fried Rice—especially the variant packed with manual hair contaminants...
The cell settled into the sofa matrices, their attention drawn to a commercial newspaper deposited on the coffee table. The front-page layout prominently featured an extensive media exposé detailing Lin Wanyu. Her true structural profile as the primary heiress to the global Lin Banking Dynasty had cleared total public disclosure yesterday; consequently, the squad omitted running redundant discussions regarding her identity parameters today.
Pointing a rigid finger at the print lines, Zhang Shan questioned, "Hold, execute an audit: this specific newspaper print represents historical evidence harvested yesterday, why has its physical structure failed to clear trash extraction today? Zhanbo, does your daily macro completely omit basic sanitation cycles around this unit?"
Lu Zhanbo scratched the back of his neck, running an excuse. "The cleaning macro for yesterday's cycle was technically allocated to Master Zeng's profile."
Sensing the collective tracking lenses of the entire room locking onto his coordinates, Zeng Xiaoxian's facial features hit a rare comedic twist. He argued frantically, "My transit loop back to the suite last night concluded under an extreme state of raw logistical exhaustion! My processors simply lacked the remaining runtime to execute a waste disposal cycle before my rest macro fired!"
"Tch~"
The squad systematically deployed a unified wave of intense disdain against his firewalls. Who across the complex didn't hold the data verifying that Zeng Xiaoxian's viral fame had completely bottomed out by now? The network executives had already systematically transferred his contract away from high-traffic blocks, dumping his profile to serve as an assistant on a completely dead, low-tier regional television program. Barring an absolute chronological anomaly, his professional career trajectory was locked down to stagnate at that low tier until the end of his lifecycle. Consequently, when he claimed his station was suffering from 'exhaustion,' the roommates flatly refused to validate the data packet.
Yet deep within his core, Zeng Xiaoxian's processors were drowning in profound bitterness.
Although his accounts had captured explosive, historic traffic metrics months ago during the Laura incident, as the chronological vectors advanced and public attention shifted, he had once again degraded into a completely invisible, low-level media phantom.
Even though Zhang Shan's advanced inputs had pre-programmed his psychology to anticipate this exact decay curve, when the operational reality finally locked into place, his ego still struggled immensely to process the drop. To add to his internal friction, following the recent explosion of the short-video market tree, Lu Ziqiao had successfully scaled his accounts to emerge as a verified millionaire tycoon, causing Zeng Xiaoxian's thoughts to frantically turn toward finding a bypass to exploit that digital space.
Oh, come to think of it, Zeng Xiaoxian had previously attempted to initialize a best-selling manuscript macro of his own, but his project had failed to even clear the basic signing validation threshold at the publishing house. It wasn't a deficit in his literary composition skills; the man possessed a dual master's degree, guaranteeing his vocabulary metrics were pristine. The fatal error was that the narrative context his engine outputted was simply profoundly, utterly boring.
Zhang Shan had previously tossed out a savage critique, telling him his code would yield a vastly superior financial payout if he simply compiled a raw, unedited historical data log documenting the chaotic promiscuity parameters of his eight-year relationship with Laura; a massive demographic of internet trolls would gladly transfer capital to purchase that drama slop.
But Zeng Xiaoxian had flatly rejected the optimization model, stating his character settings required a baseline shield of personal dignity; it represented the absolute final firewall protecting his social standing. Regarding that moral clause, Zhang Shan had authorized absolute strategic respect. As an ethical human asset who maintained an unyielding bottom-line, every action Zeng Xiaoxian executed carried true intrinsic value!
Once Zeng Xiaoxian finished running a rapid loop to clean the tabletop architecture, Hu Yifei rested her chin in her palm, routing a query to the banking heiress. "Wanyu, does your operational roadmap still omit a return transit vector to your family estate? Your father has literally pinned an absolute five-million-yuan bounty on the network terminals to harvest your location coordinates!"
Lin Wanyu executed a flat, decisive shake of her head. "His sole motivation for dragging my profile back to the estate is forcing my character settings to bind with a commercial arrangement marriage! Had that corporate alliance contract not cleared his desk, his system wouldn't waste a single processing cycle monitoring whether my biological vitals hit a permanent shutdown or not!"
Regarding Wanyu's psychological evaluation of her father, Zhang Shan's analytical firewalls outputted a flat rejection.
Although the patriarch of the Lin Dynasty had omitted delivering standard, high-frequency emotional data packets to his daughter's childhood grid, his system had consistently flooded her accounts with an absolute, unlimited volume of currency capital! Across a capitalist framework, that tier of non-stop liquidity transfer represents the absolute, purest manifestation of parental devotion! Had Zhang Shan's trajectory been anchored to a father profile commanding that tier of wealth... he swore to the heavens that his path to emerging as the supreme End-Stage Monopolist of this universe would have been compressed down to a single tactical macro: executing a localized elimination protocol against the old man who did nothing but spam his ledger with endless millions!
"That asset volume resolves to a crisp five million yuan, comrades. My personal account is fighting off a massive temptation to execute a whistle-blower script to leak her location coordinates right now!" Zeng Xiaoxian babbled with his trademark smirk.
Faced with the broadcaster's unprincipled data noise, even Lin Wanyu—whose baseline behavioral settings were exceptionally gentle—felt a localized urge to deploy a high-intensity physical strike against his face plates!
She shot a deadpan look at his visors, stating smoothly, "My current lifecycle parameters are exceptionally optimal. My station can independent-sustain its own survival through raw labor, and my perimeter is surrounded by an elite brotherhood of authentic friends. My system logs absolute happiness and maximum satisfaction."
Tracking the radiant fulfillment anchoring her features, Qin Yumo smiled warmly. "Rest your firewalls, Wanyu. Your profile is authorized to anchor its presence within our communal ledger for as many chronological cycles as your system requires. If your liquid accounts ever hit a critical deficit, don't we control an active, hyper-lethal Capitalist entity across the hall? We can simply deploy a tactical raid to siphon a fraction of capital out of his vaults!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Clarify your terminology! What exact parameters define 'siphoning' my vaults?! The massive liquidity my account controls wasn't siphoned out of empty air by an atmospheric event!" Zhang Shan immediately logged a sharp strategic protest. As a highly qualified, certified capitalist, his programming flatly banned alternative profiles from executing an unauthorized drain against his asset pools—Hu Yifei being the lone, sovereign exception to the firewall!
The cell happily sustained their high-frequency interaction loop, the chronological vectors advancing smoothly across the afternoon block.
Sensing that the ambient light sensors were registering the nightfall transition, Zhang Shan stood up, adjusting his stance. "My internal gratification metrics are performing at absolute peak tiers today. I shall authorize an exclusive deployment to permit your systems to interface with my master-tier culinary arts!"
Director Zhang is preparing to execute a dinner macro!
The entire demographic instantly launched an aggressive mobilization protocol, every single roommate scrambling to volunteer their processing power to handle low-level logistical assistance and ingredient chopping for his kitchen.
The rationale required zero calculation: ever since Zhang Shan had successfully synchronized his database with the advanced, universal memory packets harvested from his multiverse variants, his raw technical execution across the culinary arts had scaled exponentially tier-by-tier! As it stood today, his kitchen output matched the baseline parameters of an absolute Master Chef!
While Suite 3601's kitchen was entering a state of high-intensity, blazing operations, across the hall inside Suite 3602, Lu Ziqiao and Chen Meijia had successfully finalized and locked down their legal contract lines:
"From this exact chronological marker forward, your profile is administratively bound to serve as the exclusive, permanent Supporting Character across every single script compiled by my engine! Stripped of my explicit administrative authorization, your terminal is flatly barred from participating in alternative casting loops across external productions. If your character executes a breach that violates this clause, the penalty parameters dictate your immediate physical trafficking to the African sector! Have your processors logged the baseline rules?!" Lu Ziqiao announced with absolute, iron-clad gravity.
"Huh? Does this transaction layout not resolve technically to an absolute slave-indenture bond?" Chen Meijia's facial lines contorted into a brief twitch. Deep within her internal processors, a devious optimization script was already compiling: The exact millisecond my character profile clears validation to hit mainstream viral stardom, even if my system completely violates this low-fidelity contract, what exact leverage does your single engine command to enforce a penalty matrix against my asset? Zero.
The miniature tactical calculations she was running across her face were entirely transparent to Lu Ziqiao's tracking sensors; he decoded her sub-routines within a fraction of a second.
Compared to the hyper-manipulative, venomous socialite profiles he historically filtered out of his network, a girl like Chen Meijia—whose entire internal processing code was loudly, explicitly written directly onto her facial plates—was phenomenally adorable.
Faced with her transparent scheme, Lu Ziqiao merely offered a smooth smile, choosing to let the variable slide without executing a disruption block.
True to his internal updates from the prior cycle—as it stood today, his engine had systematically re-coded its algorithms, choosing to nourish and raise Chen Meijia's trajectory matching the exact care parameters of a biological daughter!