The internet war ended faster than anyone imagined.

Wang Shouyi's denouncing article, along with Wang himself, was nailed to the pillar of shame.

The "profound insight" he personally held became the sharpest sword piercing his chest.

Meanwhile, the "Dream Weaver of Hell," whom he tried so hard to suppress, stepped over his corpse and ascended to the altar of countless people's curiosity and admiration.

Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.

"Brother Que! Look at this! Wang Shouyi is rushing towards the Hell Dream Weaver while carrying 'New Tide' magazine, with the caption 'Eat my ultimate move!'"

The dream weaver then threw a copy of "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store" at him, knocking him unconscious! Hahahaha!

Wu Di laughed so hard he rolled around in his seat, shoving his phone screen right in front of Lin Que.

Lin Que glanced at the screen; a simple line drawing of a little person had been photoshopped with Wang Shouyi's portrait.

He charged righteously toward a dark figure, a scene that was utterly comical.

"Hmm, that's quite creative."

Lin Que commented.

"It's more than just creative!"

Wu Di lowered his voice, his face flushed with excitement.

"Everyone on the internet is using this meme now! That Wang Shouyi is completely out of the loop! The Dream Weaver's move was brilliant! What's this called? An official backstab, the most lethal!"

Lin Que withdrew his gaze, lay down on the table, and acted as if it were none of his business.

...

Hongguo Novel Network Headquarters.

The entire editorial department was plunged into a state of ecstatic ecstasy, a mixture of extreme joy and despair.

The ringing of telephones, the clatter of keyboards, and the excited chatter blended into a noisy symphony.

"This is insane! The data is absolutely insane! Our daily active users have tripled today!"

"The server is beeping again! Those guys in the tech department haven't slept for three days!"

"The advertising department's phones are ringing off the hook! They were the first to rush in before, but now they're begging for more money to get their ad space back!"

Editor Green Ivy held a cup of coffee, staring at the almost vertically rising data curve in the background, her hands trembling.

Just then, the editor-in-chief, Red Fox, called.

"Let the dream weaver of hell answer the phone."

Red Fox's voice was hoarse, yet it carried a thrilling excitement of surviving a catastrophe.

Green Ivy didn't dare to delay and immediately transferred the call through an encrypted line.

28th floor, SOHO Future City.

Lin Que looked at the caller ID, turned on the voice changer, and answered the call.

"Dream Weaver! We won!"

On the other end of the phone, Red Fox's voice was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, finally erupting.

"Um."

Lin Que's voice remained calm.

"You have no idea, the other day, those old guys in the company almost swallowed me whole!"

The board of directors held three meetings, all demanding that I immediately remove "Human World is Like Prison" from the shelves and issue a public apology to Wang Shouyi and his gang!

Red Fox's voice carried lingering fear, but even more so, a gambler's thrill.

“I made a bet with them. I said that if ‘Humanity is Like Prison’ causes irreparable damage to the company, I will give up all my original shares in Hongguo.com and get out of here.”

"Now."

He paused for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter.

“Those bastards were lining up to offer me cigarettes! They all said I was farsighted and had guts!”

Lin Que listened quietly without interrupting.

"Dream Weaver, I'm calling to three things: first, to share some good news; second, to apologize for making you feel wronged; and third, to tell you some great news."

"explain."

"Last month's royalties, plus the advertising revenue share, group profit sharing, gift revenue share, and other tips from this incident, the finance department just calculated it..."

After tax, the total is 8.74 million. It will be transferred to your account today.

Even Lin Que's heart skipped a beat when he heard the number.

He didn't answer immediately; the red fox's ecstasy on the other end of the line seemed to come from another world.

He didn't come to his senses until the other person called him "teacher" several times.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he replied in as steady a voice as possible:

"knew."

After hanging up the phone, the studio fell into a deathly silence.

Lin Que didn't move; he simply sat in his chair, looking out the window.

After a long while, he slowly raised his hand.

Looking at my young and strong knuckles, I slowly clenched my fist.

Eight million seven hundred and forty thousand.

In his previous life, he poured all his heart and soul into his savings, yet he never possessed even a tenth of this wealth.

And now, it lies there quietly.

He gazed quietly out the window for a long time before raising his young and strong hand.

He slowly clenched his fist, feeling the power that originated from within him, a power capable of changing everything.

Eight million seven hundred and forty thousand—this is no longer just a cold, hard number.

Rather, it is the foundation for parents' financial security in their later years.

It was his first solid fulcrum for leveraging the future world.

He finally smiled.

...

When Lin Que returned to his new home in Xisheng Mansion in the evening, his expression had returned to its usual calm.

Instead of returning to his room as usual, he went straight to the kitchen door and said to Wang Xiulian, who was busy at work:

"Mom, stop cooking, let's go out to eat."

"Eating out is a waste of money."

Wang Xiulian didn't even turn her head.

"Let's go shopping and buy you some new clothes."