Being Your Creditor

The next day was a weekend.

Zhang Changming didn't have any evidence of what happened yesterday at all.

He could only suck it up and suppress the anger in him.

But in the hospital, he cursed 18 generations of Jun Ci's ancestry and even scolded Fu Cuihua till she cried.

Over on Jun Ci's side, it was calm and easy.

Gu Lu was reporting to her about data on the internet.

"Your Highness' current show can be said to have taken over the D website."

In just two short days, the video that Gu Lu had created had successfully reached the main page of the D website due to its popularity.

Even those who didn't watch films or TV series would finish watching the entire show for the special effects that were worth tens of millions of dollars.

There was nothing bad about the plot as it followed a logical train of thought.

The UP master had even very clearly stated that a show like that with special effects was produced in China.

How could the netizens on the D website not go crazy?

Currently, the number of views on D website had already broken through the million mark.

The view counter on D website took only into account the valid views, which means that it only looked at the account. It would only count it as one view even if the same account watched the video many times a day, and it was also not easy to create an account on D website.

It was easy to see the value of the show from the number of views.

This number of views was more commemorable compared to the number of views on other video websites that could easily reach several billions.

Even the bullet screen had 100,000 comments.

One must know that even for a bullet screen website, most of the accounts preferred watching without commenting.

Currently, the most popular video on D website was D website's New Year's video. There were over a million comments on that, but those comments had been accumulated over a period of time.

It was hard to say if this show 'The Glorious History of the Interstellar Empire' would miraculously surpass it with time.

If its second episode was still of this quality.

Most people right now were very eager for the second episode.

But if it came out and showed that the first episode was just a gimmick while the rest of the production was replaced with cheap special effects, that would be very disappointing.

Due to the popularity of the show, Luo Du literary site had an explosive increase in traffic on Sunday.

But most people were just clearly going for the novel of the same name.

There were countless tips and subscriptions.

Jun Ci's estimated amount of a few thousand dollars had already broken through the 50,000 mark by Sunday.

After dividing it up, Jun Ci could receive close to 20,000 dollars.

But the Luo Du literary site had also gained from this. At least a portion of new authors' novels gained the favor of people who liked reading novels.

Which meant that with just one episode, it had also increased the traffic of a novel website.

When Jun Ci saw her remuneration, she nearly went crazy with glee. Not only would she be able to pay off that little bastard's debt, but she was also about to get rich!

Seemed like there was hope to become a director early.

Jun Ci's heart was filled with happiness, and she waved, "Gu Lu, upload the second episode."

There were many people in the comments section that had come for the video, and if the quality of the second episode was not reduced, they would give even more rewards.

"Alright, Your Highness."

But while Gu Lu worked on that, there was a person at the door.

It was Uncle Tao who had previously come over.

He stood at the entrance of the yard, and when he entered, Jun Ci merely glanced at him with a lofty attitude.

"Little brother, if you don't mind, could you go to the hospital and visit our young master?"

"I'm not going, why should I visit him?"

Jun Ci firmly rejected.

"Young master has something he wants to ask you. At least for the sake of him being your creditor, how about you visit him just once?"

Jun Ci, "..."

Although the other party was very polite, she still didn't feel good.

In a few days' time, she would smash the money in this little bastard's face!