After a long absence, Lin Feng had not only appeared in a university lecture hall the previous day, but the very next morning, he also showed up in a classroom he hadn’t visited in ages.
It’s safe to say he caused quite a stir.
From the moment he walked into the classroom, it wasn’t just the students who were stunned—even the teacher froze.
They wondered if they were hallucinating. How else could they possibly be seeing a star like Lin Feng in their classroom?
Ignoring all the stares, Lin Feng pulled Su Ruoxi along, casually found a spot to drop his bag, and sat down with an air of confidence.
He wasn’t used to waking up so early anymore. Even though he and Ruoxi had gone to bed early the night before, they still woke up late. They had to rush just to make it into the classroom after the teacher had already entered, but before the bell rang.
He casually pulled a bottle of water from his bag, nonchalantly twisted it open, then tilted his head slightly and cast an indifferent glance behind him.
The students who had been staring at him jumped, quickly looking away and busying themselves with their own things.
They were all torn between admiration and jealousy for Lin Feng.
But those feelings stayed buried. When faced with the man himself, they immediately chickened out.
The morning classes were over in a flash.
Lin Feng and Su Ruoxi had no classes that afternoon. They planned to go home to rest and catch up on Douhu’s recent developments.
As the true owner of Douhu, if he took his eyes off the company, it was like telling his rivals, ’I’ve left you an opening. Come and get me.’
...
「Meanwhile, at the Little Broken Station headquarters.」
Bao An sat in the president’s chair, his face dark and sullen.
Standing to the side, his secretary grimaced where he couldn’t see. She was far more afraid of Bao An than she had been of his predecessor, Chen Guoqiao.
After all, while Chen Guoqiao had been hot-tempered, she, as his secretary, could at least read him. When he was happy, he was happy; when he was unhappy, he was unhappy.
But Bao An was completely different.
The man’s face was perpetually grim. Even when he was joking with you, his eyes remained sinister.
’People like that are the most terrifying.’
’You never know what they’re thinking or what they’re planning to do.’
"What’s the status of that matter I assigned you?"
Bao An said coolly, his eyes closed.
Reading his expression, the secretary quickly stepped forward and carefully reached out, her delicate, warm fingers beginning to massage his temples.
When Bao An didn’t react, she let out a quiet sigh of relief before clearing her throat to answer.
"Lin Feng has suddenly gone back to school to attend classes."
"As for Douhu, he appears too busy to manage it, but he’s arranged for people to watch it around the clock and report on the slightest disturbance."
’So, planting someone inside won’t be a simple task.’
Douhu’s upper management now has every single employee thoroughly vetted. They reject anyone who might have any connection to Little Broken Station.
No matter how deep the cover, they’re able to find it.
The secretary’s voice trailed off.
If this had happened before, Chen Guoqiao would have already been shouting furiously, so she was terrified that Bao An would have a similar outburst.
’This man seems even more terrifying than Chen Guoqiao.’
However, contrary to her expectations, Bao An didn’t lash out. He simply grunted in acknowledgment. Then, as if a thought occurred to him, he spoke again.
"If we can’t get an employee in, what about an influencer?"
Douhu Entertainment is a company that specializes in cultivating influencers.
And that industry, just like the entertainment business, relies entirely on fans.
Once an influencer loses their fan support, they lose their value to the company. Douhu wouldn’t keep someone like that.
That’s why at influencer agencies like this, the turnover rate is incredibly high.
And Douhu is practically recruiting twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, all year round.
They won’t pass up anyone with the potential to become an influencer.
At this suggestion, the secretary’s eyes lit up.
She realized she had indeed overlooked that angle. Continuing to massage his temples, she spoke to Bao An.
"My apologies, President. That was an oversight on my part. I’ll arrange for someone to handle it immediately."
"Wait."
Bao An stopped her. His gaze dropped to her thighs before his arm shot out, wrapping around her waist and pulling her abruptly onto his lap.
The secretary jumped in surprise but managed to keep her expression neutral.
’It wasn’t as if Chen Guoqiao hadn’t done similar things before.’
"P-President!"
she stammered, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Bao An caressed her cheek, a smirk playing on his lips. His tone turned dismissive and flirtatious.
"What’s the rush?"
"There are other people to handle this sort of thing."
"What could a simple-minded woman like you possibly accomplish?"
’The person we plant must have a clean background.’
’On the surface, they must have no conceivable connection to Little Broken Station, nothing that would arouse Lin Feng’s suspicion.’
’And of course, this person has to be smart enough.’
’Otherwise, if we pick an idiot who can’t even survive long at Douhu, how could they possibly climb the ladder, win Lin Feng’s trust, and steal information for me?’
This was just one of Bao An’s ideas.
He already had a backup plan: if this route failed, he would simply buy off an influencer already under contract with Douhu, using a mix of threats and incentives to make them do his bidding.
Bao An was certain his secretary was incapable of handling such a task.
But it wasn’t just this matter.
This secretary, in his opinion, couldn’t accomplish anything useful.
She was only good for her looks and her cloyingly sweet voice—traits that appealed to men.
Previously, Bao An hadn’t understood why Chen Guoqiao kept a woman like this around.
But now... he got it.
...
Douhu Entertainment had become widely renowned for its ability to cultivate influencers.
The successful influencers it produced were all big names, with the most famous being Lin Xiaoman.
Her success was the envy of countless young men and women.
It drove people to flock to Douhu Entertainment, all hoping to be chosen and become the next big thing.
Unfortunately, Douhu’s standards were incredibly high.
The influencers Lin Feng wanted to cultivate weren’t the type who just chased clicks and attention through controversy.
Instead, he wanted them to be like actual celebrities, with real substance and genuine public acceptance.
He wanted to transform the "influencer" profession into one that was seen as a normal career path, filled with high-quality idols.
As a result, the evaluation process to get into Douhu was now extremely rigorous.
It was even harder than getting into some of the more well-known film academies.
Despite this, plenty of people still showed up for Douhu’s auditions every day—men and women, young and old.
Typically, a full week of auditions might yield only one successful candidate, and sometimes, not even one would be chosen.
It was during this time that Chen Jiang emerged from the crowd of applicants.
He was handsome, with a great disposition and a particularly impressive educational background. He carried himself with a gentle, refined air.
If you didn’t know better, you might mistake him for the young master of some prominent family.
In fact, Chen Jiang’s family was indeed anything but ordinary.
But he had deliberately hidden this fact, wanting to be like Lin Xiaoman and make a name for himself on his own merits.

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