Chapter 56 Miracle Day
The official media entertainment corporation alone occupies an entire giant high-level habitable planet as its headquarters, and the high-level small planets where its subsidiaries are located are like satellites, orbiting this huge high-level star.
Therefore, Medila and his team took an express flight to the headquarters in just 2 hours.
On the spaceship, the secretary and assistant worked overtime to manage the company's affairs. After entering the headquarters planet, they put down their work and looked out the window.
Outside the spaceship, in the vast universe, a huge and beautiful planet is clearly visible, and the sky is like a bright moon, surrounding this star in a majestic, dreamy and quiet manner.
It has both the skin of a naturally formed cosmic landscape and the urban wonders carved out by insect workers. The two complement each other and blend into one, so beautiful that even the workaholic secretary and assistant can't help but stare at it for a long time.
Secretary: "Every time I come to the head office, I feel very impressed. It is definitely the easiest high-level A-star to apply for. It does not require contribution points or expensive gold coins. You can just swipe your employee card at the airport to buy a ticket and depart."
Assistant: "Come on, you sound like you've seen other high-level A-class stars."
The secretary lowered his voice, "Didn't we have a high-level A-class star coordinates sent to our company as a gift last night? It's incredible that there are bugs that are so generous as to send an A-class, and a finished star with a complete city layout, which you can move into as soon as you land. Although it is not as big as our headquarters star, the starting price of gold Lu alone is 1 billion gold? The contribution points are probably not small. You say, the Capital Alliance and the Court fought like this today. If they knew that there was a bug secretly chasing after them in their own forces, they would be furious."
The assistant was puzzled. Considering that the boss was sitting in front, he also lowered his voice: "But, I see the coordinates of the letter are Wanderers? Isn't the Wanderer a free force outside the independent capital court and the legion?"
The secretary whispered: "The Wanderers are all battle maniacs. They spend all their earnings on upgrading their armor. Machinery and artillery shells are the main expenses for these battle maniacs. The high-level A-class stars that can be traded on the market are under the supervision of the capital and the court. If it were me, I would definitely use my connections with military wives to buy star coordinates that the capital court does not know about as gifts."
"Don't think that the Wanderers declared independence and are a cosmic outpost. In fact, they still share an internal auction system with the Legion. The Legion holds no fewer unowned star resources than the Capital Court. Moreover, a high-level A-class star, regardless of size, has a minimum starting price of 1 billion after quality verification. How can a female insect soldier like the Wanderers have such financial resources? Only a powerful female with a strong family background can do such a thing."
"In the eyes of those rich women, hundreds of millions of dollars are just money that can be earned back in a few quarters or years, which is equivalent to spending money to buy a few years of happiness. Have you forgotten? Before the end of [Roommate], Mr. Fate's VIP on the list spent 50 million on him in five minutes, and now there is another 1 billion gift. It must be that a rich woman from a family on the list is chasing celebrities behind her family's back!"
The assistant remembered: "I know the one with 50 million, he's the young master of the Green family, a member of the Capital Alliance. Now that you mention it, I remember there's another person from the Capital Alliance in the top three..." The assistant mouthed: privileged species.
"This is the first time I've seen...star chasing. If it's true..., considering the time, this big shot might have heard rumors in the industry but couldn't come forward, so he sent gifts first to show his support?"
The assistant made a look at the secretary and they smiled at each other.
After the joke, the assistant looked worried and whispered to the secretary: "Why is the boss always looking at the smart bracelet? Is he asking for help from the head of the head office? But, isn't the head of the head office also from the Capital Alliance? This time, the chances of winning are slim..."
The secretary frowned: "The pigeons released in the capital and the court at the same time are already very scary. I really don't know what kind of retaliation this escape will bring."
The assistant looked sore: "The most likely possibility is a tax inspection. Teacher Fit's live broadcast has a terrifying ability to attract money. In 4 hours, he made 500 million yuan in turnover. In 10 hours, the stock price of our branch company soared above the daily price of the head office. If the protagonist of this incident was not Teacher Fit, who would not say that this was a huge economic crime case based on the written summary? Or is it a very bad and fake example? The economic law textbooks that demonstrate money laundering and fraud cases don't dare to write such an amount. Who would believe it?"
The secretary nudged the assistant with his elbow, motioning him to look back.
Their boss's anxious state suddenly improved. He was now fixing his appearance and adjusting his tie in front of the mirror on the airplane chair, with a mature and stable look returning to his face.
The secretary and the assistant looked at each other, took a deep breath, suppressed their anxiety, and revealed the professional and calm expressions of senior white-collar workers in the workplace.
After the plane landed, they followed the boss closely, not daring to look sideways. This was an advanced A-class planet, where the people working there were all advanced insects, and the atmosphere of severe oppression was everywhere.
Medilla made an appointment one hour in advance for an emergency matter. As soon as they landed, they were greeted by a specialist and taken straight to the large flat on the top floor of the headquarters.
The secretary and assistant, one is of middle grade, the other is of mediocre grade among the high grade, and they are not qualified to meet the real big boss with the boss Medila.
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The two of them sat in the reception hall outside the conference room, holding the tablet and data card given to them by their boss. They appeared to be elite and professional, calm and composed, but they were nervous inside.
The secretary, who came from a middle-class family, was already thinking about whether he would be blamed and sent to jail if his boss didn't do a good job at the end of the day.
After a while, the door of the conference room suddenly opened, and a waiter came out and invited them in.
Assistant and Secretary:! ?
When they went in, they saw Boss Medila standing by the conference table, his expression calm and confident.
The big boss of the head office sat behind his desk. He was old and mature, with wrinkles of time leaving an elegant touch on his handsome face. He looked gentle and amiable.
However, the big boss's fingers were tapping lightly on the smooth tabletop, making a series of crisp sounds that made the insect uneasy, as if his patience was slowly running out.
The calves of the middle-level secretaries trembled, and the faces of the assistants turned pale. They steadied themselves, bowed to the big boss, and then quickly stood beside him.
Medilla said to his assistant, "Willie, insert the data card into the host over there and display all the curve data of the knowledge channel after the anchor Fate arrived. Then call up the traffic data curves of the two channels, War Game and Extraterrestrial Exploration, from July to August."
He said to the secretary, "Ed, use your tablet to connect to the projection in the conference room and pull up the data chart of the entire entertainment portal from 1980 to 2000, focusing on capturing the user data and user traffic of the Star Army Female Live Broadcast during these 20 years."
"Then pull up the data monitoring curve of the website of the anchor Fit's fans who built their own portal website, Good Morning Fit."
The professional employees moved quickly and efficiently, and their speed was not affected even though they were sweating and looking pale. Soon, the graphic projections, videos, and various graphs requested by Boss Medila appeared in the luxurious and cold conference room.
Medila did not ask the two insects to leave. The assistant and secretary stood beside the host computer and the projector with expressionless faces, wishing they could become machines too.
Medila pointed to the data one by one, calm and ambitious: "Boss, look at these."
The assistants and secretaries could tell that their boss was about to start a passionate speech. Although they had no idea what the boss and the big boss had talked about in the previous 30 minutes,
But at this moment, they all felt the same devastation in their hearts:
"Oh my god! Boss, are you crazy? You actually want to convince the big boss with a speech??! This is simply crazy! The big boss has been in office for many years! The big boss is a rich man of high status! He has seen everything in the market! The bottle of million-dollar champagne you drank last night was really mixed with hallucinogens!!!"
Assistant student Wu Ke Lian: I will resign if I go home alive today.
The secretary is disheartened: Should I choose a one-piece or two-piece prison uniform?
The big boss looked up from behind his desk. Medila pointed to the data curve from 1980 to 2000 and said something shocking: "In the past 20 years, the military resources taken by the head office have never changed!"
"20 years ago, the channel divided the two major areas of the game area and the actual combat area into four sub-channels: game live broadcast and commentary, game evaluation and simulated battlefield linkage. The actual combat area was divided into tactical review and prediction, and star war situation analysis area."
"At the same time, we have also created an extraterrestrial exploration channel, planned divisions, and coordinated with female soldiers to explore alien beasts and alien planets, conquer ownerless planets, and apply armor projects, etc."
"The detailed frequency division plan is closely linked to the daily life, field work, and alien exploration of the real legion females. When the frequency division project was first launched, the head office took up one-tenth of the legion's resources in the first year, reversing the portal website's decline before frequency division, and transformed from a pure news website into a national entertainment website, surpassing science and education, pure military, armor and machinery portal websites in one fell swoop, and becoming the top site for national entertainment!"
"Countless female soldiers share their stories, experiences and insights on our portal website. The unfamiliarity between the legions gradually disappears with the common and emerging district projects of the star network. The head office has become the best social platform in 20 years, no doubt about it!"
The boss's expression was calm and steady, with no sign of change: "I know all this, Medila, you have ten minutes."
Medilla did not show any fear, and her expression gradually became more and more enthusiastic, as if something was lodging in her spirit, encouraging this successful and mature female to turn back into a reckless young boy: "But!"
"Twenty years ago, we consumed one-tenth of the Corps' resources, and now it's still one-tenth!"
"Every year, the legions are expanding and conquering the universe! The most famous joke in recent years is the Wasp Legion, which is at the bottom of the top ten legions! A legion with a history of a hundred years has been squeezed out by the middle-class Wasp Legion of the same species and almost dropped out of the rankings! If the cruel rules of changing positions and fighting blood still existed in modern times, the Wasp would not have been in the top ten ten years ago!"
"It can be seen that the medium-sized Wasp Corps has quietly acquired the weight to compete for the top ten corps ranking! They have a large number of new female soldiers, and this is definitely not an isolated case. So, how many such powerful medium-sized corps are there underwater that we cannot find? But why hasn't the economic curve of our company increased accordingly?" QQ, group ⒌8064.1⒌0⒌'
Medilla changed the subject and emphasized, "The operating systems of the capital, the court, and the army are kept secret from each other. Although our company was established with the investment of the Capital Alliance in the early days, your family bought back some of the shares that were dispersed in 1900. Now, your family is the largest shareholder of the entire portal website."
"You should own the website."
The big boss stopped tapping his fingers on the table.
Medila's face turned pale, and she insisted, "Since 1910, your family has been one of the top three wealthy families in the Capital Alliance, and has never dropped in the rankings! However, the Capital Alliance can still use force to put pressure on your family in certain events, restrict application for appointments, and take other measures to require that your family's interests and the direction of the company's operations always align with the needs of the Capital Alliance."
"This includes rejecting overtures from the Legion and the court. But! This is no longer the era when the Capital Alliance is the only dominant force. The tragic case in 1980 caused their reputation to decline. Let's not talk about the court first, let's look at the development of the Legion."
"They recruit soldiers every year and fight star wars every year. The number of reported deaths remains high, yet they can still maintain a high frequency of combat." Medila pointed her finger at one of the two-color data lines on the screen.
"Five years ago, Capital Alliance only held 10% of the shares, but they still maintained their high-handed attitude of holding 65% of the shares, and were meddling in the company's operations. Wasn't the last plan that was ruined by their interference the plan to open a special channel for Cat's Eye after the court contacted you?"
"If this plan succeeds, the Cat Eyes will be able to further observe the true nature of the military female through the Star Network. But! The Capital Alliance stopped your idea and claimed that this was an extremely wrong decision!"
"The Capital Alliance strongly opposed it, claiming that if the Cat's Eye Special Channel becomes a reality, providing real images of female soldiers, broadcasting videos of celebrity female soldiers fighting each other? The rough and unseemly way of pioneering a new planet? The Capital Alliance said that this project would only make you all completely hate female insects!"
"After much consideration, this is indeed a hidden danger that cannot be ignored. But, Boss, please recall the initial estimated value of this plan."
Medila subconsciously lowered her voice, as if she was telling a fantasy story: "The ten major legions and all the lower-level legions will flock to you. You can become the richest insect in the entire universe in one day, no doubt about it."
"Boss, this plan has been called off because it involves the real female-female reaction and the female insect's instinctive bestiality. This is our natural instinct that we cannot go against, so the plan can only be shelved."
"But Fate showed up five years after the plan was stranded."
"He brought a whole new direction to entertainment. Compared to the crudely made love movies of various military media families, the love stories he wrote are magical and full of infinite possibilities. Most importantly, the story is fictional, and all the characters in the story will not have unpredictable accidents. The female insect protagonist has been beautified ten times or a hundred times! The flaws are real, and the inspiration and shining points of the female insect are even more real! Otherwise, how can she be worthy of your protagonist?"
"Fate's story is both illusory and reasonable. It beautifies and guides female insects, and tells them what kind of insects will attract your long-term attention. This is the same as your original plan!"
Medila pointed her finger at another picture on the projection screen. "Look, this is the data chart of the Knowledge Channel from July to August. Fit appeared in July, and in August, the stock price of my subsidiary company exceeded that of the parent company today. The data tested by our company shows that more than 75% of the user portraits who follow Fit are military women! Big data shows that every military woman user who clicks into Fit's live broadcast room will click to follow the anchor!"
Medila repeated emphatically: "Every one!"
"Moreover, the traffic that the Knowledge Channel has attracted in this month is almost equal to that of the main website, but the user traffic of the main website portal has not been lost! This means that these users who have flowed into the Knowledge Channel are a brand new group of military female users!"
He pointed his finger over there, and the assistant immediately changed the picture, and a screenshot of a new website appeared: "This new website is called Good Morning, Fit. It was self-funded and established by the anchor Fit's fans last month. I have observed them. All the reviews of this website were completed overnight, and the monthly traffic has already caught up with half of the knowledge subsidiary company."
Medila shook her head in amazement. "Oh my God, Boss, our frequency division has been tested over time to maintain such a stable and large traffic data. But Good Morning, Fate, we did it in just one month."
The big boss crossed his fingers and took the initiative: "Medila, bypassing these examples, what do you really want to express?"
Medilla's whiskers swayed slightly. The explanation lasted more than ten minutes, and Boss still took the initiative to ask. He knew that the big boss was already inclined to lean.
At this moment, Teacher Fate's reply flashed through Medila's mind.
Fit wrote:
Medilla said: "The Capital Alliance and the court fought in public, the ground was covered with dirt, and the vice president was killed on the spot by Andre, the head of the Capital Alliance's legal department. There is no possibility that the two sides will shake hands and make peace in the near future."
"And the Wasp Legion, one of the ten legions, needs Fate. If Fate's story continues to glorify the military heroine, the ten legions will welcome him."
Medila said softly, "Boss, think about the plan that was once stranded. Think about it. If Fate's account is saved this time and Fate successfully meets the Legion's requirements, how many new female military users will flock to the main station? For the past 20 years, haven't we opened new channels just to eat up the money held by the Legion?"
"Our website has many regular users and the consumption is stable. However, the Legion is different. They are constantly expanding and recruiting soldiers. They are the real gold mine."
"This time, we can take advantage of the stalemate between the capital and the court to contact the military forces and take the initiative to contact the moderate faction in the court."
"Fate does have your handwriting and seal authenticated by the court. With this identity, the court cannot and will never dare to kill Fate in public."
Medilla smiled: "Isn't it because these hypocrites wanted to save face that the big bugs of the Capital Alliance got so angry that they lost control on the spot?"
"The court will not take action against Fite, at least until the next knife is found, they will not dare to do it again."
"As long as we can withstand the pressure from the Capital Alliance, Boss, we will make millions a day. Public opinion and traffic will be on our side."
Fate's words flashed through Medila's mind, and he said excitedly: "Boss, this may be the only chance to make your dream come true!"
"There has never been a person like Fate in the past hundred years."
"He is a once-in-a-century adventure. Are you really unwilling to grasp him, to suck the flesh and blood of his intelligence and ingenuity, to expand his coffers and influence?"
"As long as he can keep writing for a long time, we will firmly control his voice channel. By then, not only will the Legion become our ally, but some families in the Capital Alliance will also turn against us and support you. You have the largest social platform in the interstellar world in your hands."
A drop of sweat fell from Medila's forehead. Fate's words penetrated his mind and became his tongue: "...We can even eat up this influence and establish a new alliance, sitting at the same table as the court. Our descendants will also be able to receive the treatment of the proud larvae of the Capital Alliance, and will be able to cultivate feelings with the young Lord when they are young."
The big boss stared at her sharply, his pupils as sharp as needles: "Medila, you have such great ambitions."
Under the close watch of the powerful high-level species, Medila's legs went weak and he staggered, and the employee behind him fell to his seat.
Medilla grabbed the conference chair fiercely, her heart beating so fast that it was about to burst out of her throat, and her teeth chattered as she tried to say, "...Boss, this is my instinct."
"I want the gold, I want influence, I want more opportunities to meet the real Lord, I want to pave a path to heaven for my descendants. Now, there is an opportunity in front of me, I will do my best to grab it."
Fate's words gradually became his own thoughts in Medila's mind. He asked the big boss: "...Don't you want to be on an equal footing with the court?"
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Half an hour later.
Medila walked out of the company headquarters safely with her assistant and secretary, got into a luxury private car, and was taken to the best hotel in the city by the boss' assistant.
The big boss's assistant opened the top floor presidential suite for this group of guests. Sanchong swiped his card to enter the luxurious suite and locked the door. The assistant and secretary immediately collapsed and sat on the ground, shouting at the calm Medila: "Boss!!! Next time you have a meeting like this, tell me in advance if you are going to fail!!!"
The secretary burst into tears: "F**k! I almost peed my pants!"
The assistant sobbed, "My vest and underwear are soaked with sweat! I look like I peed myself!"
The secretary looked suspiciously: "Sweaty underwear? A new excuse for disguise?"
assistant:"**!"
Medila's face turned pale, but she remained calm: "There are four bathrooms in this suite. Go and take a shower. You are all sweaty."
Having said that, he walked into the master bedroom bathroom.
The assistant and the secretary looked at each other and made sure that the boss had locked the door before they dared to whisper:
"I'm going crazy. Where can you learn this? Is it possible? It's impossible, right?"
"But don't you think it's wrong? Think about it carefully. If the court really screws the Capital Alliance this time, the Capital Alliance won't be able to apply for dates for a few years, and there will definitely be more marriages on the Legion side."
The assistant is a high-class species. Although his rank is only high-class base, he knows a little more than the secretary: "I've heard that the big boss's family land is no longer in the Capital Alliance. In the 1980 tragedy, the Capital Alliance asked the big boss at that time to use the company's power to suppress the network exposure of your murder case. Many ordinary high-class species and middle-class species actually don't know what the 1980 case is. At that time, the big boss's family land was still in the Capital Alliance star, so the big boss did it."
"As a result, the incident happened and the boss's family was implicated. The boss is now unable to conceive. If the boss had not chosen the wrong side, he would have been a privileged high-class species by now, and would have married a distinguished high-ranking nobleman, and would have had several insect cubs. According to the boss's genes, he is very likely to give birth to you."
The assistant whispered, "At that time, the big boss bought this high-grade A-class star to be the company's headquarters and also the family's new territory."
The secretary ate melons one after another and was shocked: "A big insect like the big boss would also encounter such a thing??"
The assistant whispered, "So... the courts are very shady. Once you stand on the wrong side, a century-old high-class family will fall out of the high-class family sequence after two generations. It's a vicious cycle and will soon be defeated. It's not surprising that the legal director of the Capital Alliance killed the court chief bug in the street. The Capital Alliance may only pay the price of a bug if it operates, but if the court's dirty tricks succeed, then the entire alliance will suffer. Who can withstand this?"
"The Capital Alliance is really going to be pissed off at this." After the assistant finished speaking, the room fell silent.
After a moment, the secretary whispered, his voice trembling with excitement: "Boss's plan can work...can work!"
The assistant swallowed and said, "Tsk. Let's go take a shower and change clothes."
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Master bedroom bathroom.
Medilla sat on the toilet lid, looking pale as she flipped through the chat history on her smart ring. Suddenly, tears streamed down her face. Fear was like a heavy rain, suddenly enveloping her.
How dare he tell the big boss about this plan! !
How could he suddenly get so excited because of Fate's words! He lost his mind and his life!
However, as the chat record went on, Medila was once again captured by Fate's magic. The data reasoning, guesses, and terrifying instructions from Fate that made Medila feel cold became blurred, and only the last little story was clear in full.
@Fate: […The Legion…The three forces…are separated…an opportunity]
@Fate: […a century,…]
@Fate: […Flowing Gold Lu…, delicious legion…,…,….]
@Fate: […chips? …Fate is the chip…, be brave, if you want to enjoy the benefits, don’t shrink your head, raise your head…, …]
@Fate: [Let me tell you a little story.]
@Fate: [Each Zerg has different gene fragments. Their talents are hidden in their blood. Some have well-developed optic nerves and can accurately pierce the center of the leaf veins with a needle from a hundred meters away. Some have well-developed motor nerves and are gifted in combat. They are natural gods of war when they ride in armor.]
@Fate: [But, all these talents need an opportunity to be realized. If a Zerg with a developed motor nerve and a fighting talent is born low, he has no conditions to enter the conscription station and go to the starry sea. He can only waste his days on low-level stars, doing physical labor and spending his life in mediocrity. Until one day when he was old and dying, his hometown planet was involved in the war, and suddenly a temporary conscription plan appeared. He went through some emergency training and temporarily took up the post as a mecha soldier.]
@Fate: [Then, after some practice and killing, he felt an unprecedented passion, his soul was inspired, his innate talent awakened with the passion, his armor became a second skin, his blade and artillery fire were more obedient than sheep in his mind. He instantly understood that this was the glorious path he was born to take.
That day, he fought one against a hundred, defending a city with one insect, and formed an impenetrable defense line with the real female soldiers. After the victory, all the insects and female soldiers who knew him were stunned, and applauded his fighting talent and fighting instinct. They regarded this low-level insect as a miracle. They affectionately and respectfully called him a hero.]
@Fate: [But, do you know how this old, dying, lowly insect would feel?]
MDL: [Happy, honored, extremely proud, and die with no regrets. ]
@Fate: [No. It's despair.]
@Fate: [He is old now. If he had the opportunity to enter the conscription office and become a mecha soldier when he was young, his talent would be a true miracle. He should have been able to stand at the top of the stars in his golden 50 years of life.]
@Fate: [Timing is the real hand that creates gods, the real cradle of miracles.]
@Fate: [Now, you are standing at the forefront, and I am your "talent."]
@Fate: [Go forward or stand still. Choose.]
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Medilla took a screenshot of the story and cleared the chat history.
He wrote back:
MDL: [Mr. Fate, I have done it. ]
MDL: [My boss is working hard to run the Capital Alliance and the Court. I have booked a ticket to fly to the Ten Legions tonight.]
MDL: [This Friday, you can start the broadcast as normal and continue writing stories. 】
MDL: [Until the end of the story, you don't need to worry about anything outside the story. 】
MDL: I did it.
Five minutes later.
@Fate: [Fly, spread your wings and fly high, the top of the stars is just before your eyes.]
The author has something to say:
The source of the short story at the end of the story: It is based on two books in the Tashiria story collection, The Gift and Let The Gift Go Free. The former is a magical book collection, while the latter is a mind-blowing book that is suitable for bookcase decoration.