At eight o'clock in the morning, Nana, a drowsy working woman, instantly woke up as soon as she got off the high-speed train.
Trainees wearing the same uniforms held different products they endorsed, neatly arranged on the advertising space at the exit. Below each advertisement was a line of small print that read "Co-produced by Xingyao Media".
The same thing happened all over the country, and for a time, countless working people, while slacking off, discussed who this mysterious "Xingyao Media" was.
Immediately afterwards, photos of Qiao Xia leading the trainees to move dormitories that night were dug up again.
The difference is that last time, netizens focused on the menacing production team and the weak and pitiful trainees.
This time, they set their sights on Bentleys with joint brand names and expensive motorcycles.
Wow, I've barely seen any money from joint-license plates, and these people are already driving cars with joint-license plates.
Who said this production team is poor? They're incredibly wealthy! If this is considered poor, then what about my five-yuan meals a day?
Is this the quirk of the wealthy? Turning a billion-dollar villa into a construction site like building blocks—I won't say who's envious.
...
As the online discussion intensified, Qiao Xia became a trending topic.
It all started when a netizen painstakingly repaired the video taken by the paparazzi that night, frame by frame, and successfully found a ghostly image of Qiao Xia.
At that time, Qiao Xia was sitting in the car. The window on the side where the paparazzi were taking pictures was completely closed, but her outline could be vaguely seen through the light.
A dark figure was seen with clothes casually draped over her body, staring straight ahead with an aura of dominance. Netizens exclaimed, "Sister, kill me!" and the official Weibo account of Xingyao Media was flooded with people asking to be taken care of.
Qiao Xia was unusually shy. "This is too exaggerated."
After this battle, no one doubted Xingyao Media's financial strength, and the system started bubbling up again.
[Congratulations, host, on completing the "Godly Tycoon" mission. Reward: Three outstanding employees. Please collect your reward from the gatekeeper.]
Qiao Xia asked in confusion, "Shouldn't the reward be an increase in the amount? Why are they starting to traffic people?"
[Please watch your words, host. These are job seekers found by the system that are most suitable for your company's development. They are absolutely not involved in any illegal or criminal activities!]
Qiao Xia quickly admitted her mistake, "I misspoke, but why did you suddenly become so irritable?"
[Sigh! It's all because the host spends too much money.]
Qiao Xia asked, puzzled, "Can't you gain energy from this? Isn't that a good thing?"
[Because the energy increased too quickly, it attracted the attention of the main system. Now it has set many rules for me. Before the host completes three dungeon missions, I am not allowed to increase the host's quota, nor am I allowed to give the host any prompts. The host can only trigger the dungeons on their own.]
Qiao Xia said indignantly, "That's too much! It actually made things difficult for you. Is it true that as civilization progresses to a certain level, there's bound to be backstabbing and intrigue?"
What does it mean to be unfairly treated?
"A hateful unspoken rule in the workplace."
The system, though bewildered, found itself quite impressive. Seeing Qiao Xia's indignant expression, it couldn't help but become more talkative.
[Don't even mention it, host. I have to say, you are truly the worst host I've ever met.]
“Of course…” Qiao Xia replied halfway before realizing something was wrong, “Am I not the one who spends the most money? Why am I the worst host?”
[I'm supposed to be a Godly Rich System! Your family spent so much that you almost caused your Godly Rich status to go out of character. This is a disgrace! It's also because the energy from money was too much, making me overlook the fact that the energy from your Godly Rich image was far below average.]
"So you're telling me to flaunt my wealth?"
That's not wrong.
While chatting and joking with the system, Qiao Xia arrived at the security booth that the workers had temporarily set up.
A man carrying a briefcase, covering his mouth and nose with a pink handkerchief, wearing a lace suit, stood at the door with a woman with a neat short haircut and an old acquaintance, Jack.
Qiao Xia looked at Jack first, but he just shrugged stiffly. The woman with short hair spoke first, "Hello, Mr. Qiao, my name is Julie, and this is my resume."
"I have served as the agent for several popular artists, including Ye Congyu, Jiang Ran, and Lin Qiaoqiao. I also briefly worked as an assistant for the boy band Joker. I have extensive experience in managing large teams. This is my resume."
Qiao Xia took off her glasses and glanced at her, then promptly offered emotional support, "You're really outstanding. A million-dollar annual salary, can you add commissions and bonuses on top of that?"
Seeing Qiao Xia's straightforwardness, Julie felt a little uncomfortable. "Wouldn't you like to know more?"
Qiao Xia still trusted the people provided by the system, but she still had to give them face by saying, "Someone as talented as you is someone I might not meet again for a long time, so of course I have to seize the opportunity."
Julie felt a surge of joy, like a talent scout finding a hidden gem, and longed to roll up her sleeves and get to work immediately. But reality made her hesitantly begin, "There's something I must tell you. One of my artists is facing some problems, and I need to resolve them..."
The moment Julie opened her mouth, she was already prepared to be rejected, after all, their work hours were always precise to the minute, and they were particularly superstitious about feng shui.
Nobody wants to hire an agent who has just had an accident and can't be there immediately.
Is two months enough?
“Okay, Mr. Qiao, we’ll see next time… ah?” Julie didn’t react for a moment.
Qiao Xia replied matter-of-factly, "Our company doesn't have any signed artists yet. They won't debut for another two months. Do you need an assistant for us?"
Julie didn't answer, but instead excitedly grasped her hand, "Thank you so much, Ms. Qiao. Don't worry, I will definitely work hard in the future..."
Before she could finish speaking, Julie received a phone call. She was clearly very busy. She gave Qiao Xia an apologetic smile, grabbed the phone, and ran off.
Compared to Julie's straightforwardness, Tony Zhang, who spoke in a high-pitched voice with a winding, circuitous manner, asked, "Are you the legendary CEO of Yaoxing Media, Mr. Qiao, who is said to be incredibly wealthy?"
Qiao Xia got goosebumps all over. "Can you be normal for once?"
Tony rolled his eyes, coughed, and his voice instantly turned into a slightly hoarse baritone with a distinct Beijing accent. "To tell you the truth, I used to own my own company and had access to many high-end luxury brands. If it weren't for the economic climate, I wouldn't have come out to look for a job."
Qiao Xia breathed a sigh of relief. "You're speaking normally, aren't you? Why are you deliberately using a high-pitched voice?"
"None of your business." Tony Zhang subconsciously raised his pinky finger.
Actually, he didn't want to either, but the entertainment industry involves a lot of contact with women. When he mentioned having connections, people thought he was going to use unspoken rules, and they all backed away.
In order to get more business, he had no choice but to pretend to be gay, but who knew that after a while he couldn't go back to his original sexuality.
Tony Zhang, his sore spot touched, said arrogantly, "I came here for an interview because I thought Xingyao Media was rich and powerful, but who knew you don't even have an office building here. Well, I guess I made a wasted trip."
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