Absolute Madness

November 26th.

A full mobilization at Shui Yun Jian, Shijingshan.

Song Yanxi stood at the entrance in a well-fitted business suit—elegant and striking.

The image of a gentle yet powerful CEO.

"The boss said an important guest is coming today, so he closed the shop for a day. Any guesses on who it might be?"

"No idea. Our boss has insane connections. I wouldn't be surprised if he invited some big celebrity."

"We're living the dream—great pay, great perks, barely any work. But do you think Shui Yun Jian can keep going like this?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? The boss's business empire is massive. This place is just a drop in the ocean for him. Even if he never gets another customer, he could afford to keep us all on payroll for generations."

The beauticians had been informed the previous night—no clients today.

The entire shop was shutting down to prepare for a mysterious VIP.

It wasn't just them who were clueless. Even Zhou Chun, the manager, was in the dark.

Besides the staff, a horde of reporters and media personnel had gathered.

Judging by the crowd, it had to be someone significant.

Maybe a minor celebrity?

No one dared to imagine it would be Yang Mi. She was too big of a star.

In the entire beauty industry, no salon had ever managed to land her as a brand ambassador.

Let alone a relatively low-profile place like Shui Yun Jian, which barely saw thirty clients a day.

Just then, a Brabus Mercedes van pulled up at the entrance.

Yang Mi, the so-called "Queen of Fashion," stepped out, wearing a casual baseball cap. Her silhouette was breathtaking.

She was here to fulfill her promise of a free endorsement.

After all, Jiaxing had already pocketed 50 million from this deal.

Before walking in, she glanced at Song Yanxi.

If she wasn't mistaken, this was the woman that straight-talking man had said was even prettier than her.

"Hello, I'm Yang Mi."

Confidence radiated from her. She was the one and only Mi-jie.

"Yang Mi?"

"The real Yang Mi?"

The beauticians at the entrance lost their minds. The boss's connections were no joke—he had actually brought in Yang Mi!

Her visit was nothing more than a brief PR appearance, much like Jay Chou endorsing electric scooters.

Her presence alone would generate endless buzz and traffic for Shui Yun Jian.

Still, she played along and entered the treatment room—though she didn't take off her clothes.

What if there were hidden cameras?

Or worse, what if that straight-talking guy somehow saw her?

He would definitely try to seduce her.

After about an hour, she stepped out and took some pictures with Song Yanxi.

She also allowed the media a short interview before hopping back into her car and leaving.

Whatever happened next was up to them.

She wouldn't concern herself with it.

Only after she left did Chen Pingsheng make his appearance in Shui Yun Jian's office.

Behind him was an entire squad of internet trolls.

They had already prepared a list of trending topics, just waiting for the boss's approval before launching a full-scale social media blitz.

"Boss, check out this headline!"

Chen Pingsheng took a glance.

"The Secret Yang Mi Will Never Tell!"

The reporter who wrote it gave him a knowing look—one that only men would understand.

Chen Pingsheng shook his head.

"Be more direct. What are you even hinting at?"

What else could it be? The biggest "secret" about Yang Mi was obvious.

Without hesitation, he scrapped that headline.

Next.

"Yang Mi's Bust—A Result of Skincare?"

"Now we're talking. At least this will attract the right customers."

Chen Pingsheng then called Zhou Chun and the others over to discuss how to maximize the impact of this wave of publicity.

And, of course, how to turn it into cold, hard cash.

"Boss Chen, I suggest that after we launch our online marketing campaign, we host a special Yang Mi-themed breast care event at the salon. We can schedule all our clients for the same day and close the deals in one go."

Brilliant. That was just another way of selling prepaid memberships.

Now, he just had to see how much influence Yang Mi truly had—whether she could bring Shui Yun Jian an explosive surge in business.

Turns out, she could.

After all, women had suffered from being flat-chested for far too long.

And Yang Mi's figure was iconic.

While the online marketing storm raged on, Chen Pingsheng also flooded Shijingshan with advertisements.

Every corner of Shui Yun Jian was now covered with posters of Yang Mi.

He wanted to see if prepaid memberships could trigger his golden finger's random multiplier effect.

Shui Yun Jian launched a massive three-day breast care event.

For high-end beauty salons, this was a standard tactic—gather clients on a single day and push them to buy packages.

Only three membership tiers were offered:

1. The Secret Yang Mi Won't Tell

10 breast care sessions. No promised results.

¥168,000. Take it or leave it.

2. Yang Mi's Exclusive Breast Care Plan

15 sessions.

¥388,000.

3. Want to Be as Big as Yang Mi?

A full year of treatments.

¥988,000.

The prices were astronomical. No brand names were listed.

Because no brand could outshine Yang Mi herself.

Day 1: Over 100 young, flat-chested women attended.

The host's passionate speech, the beauticians' persuasion, and the intense discussions among their husbands—Shui Yun Jian raked in ¥9.8 million.

"Ding… Congratulations, Host. Today's revenue: ¥5.39 million. Would you like to activate the random multiplier?"

Was this for real?

Chen Pingsheng burst out laughing. Jackpot!

No rush—there were still two days left. The next batches of clients would be even wealthier.

His 55% stake in Shui Yun Jian meant that prepaid memberships were pure profit for him.

Day 2: The focus shifted to wealthy housewives in their 30s and beyond.

These women weren't just rich because of their husbands—they had their own money.

Who said women over 30 didn't want to be bigger?

They proved with their wallets that women never think they're big enough.

And with their limitless credit card balances, they made sure Song Yanxi understood—this is how rich women spend money.

The top-tier ¥988,000 package sold 11 times.

Total revenue for the day: ¥16 million.

"Ding… Congratulations, Host. Cumulative revenue: ¥14.19 million. Would you like to activate the random multiplier?"

Chen Pingsheng remained patient. He'd go all-in after Day 3.

Day 3: A steady finish—¥10 million in sales.

His personal cut: around ¥5 million.

Bringing the total to ¥20 million.

After this event, Shui Yun Jian had completely transformed.

The entire staff was in high spirits.

It made sense—on a normal day, they barely saw any clients.

Now, thanks to Yang Mi, a single event had brought in over ¥30 million.

Anyone with a stake in the business was over the moon.

Zhou Chun had never seen such insane numbers in all her years in the industry.

Boss Chen truly was different.

If he could get Yang Mi to endorse them, what else was he capable of?

Even Chen Qi was practically giddy with excitement.

With her 25% stake, this month's dividends alone could buy her a Ferrari.

Beijing wasn't just a city of dreams. It was a city where dreams came true.

As for Chen Pingsheng, he quietly returned to his office.

Prepaid memberships could trigger his golden finger's random multiplier.

This was way too fun.

"Ding… Congratulations, Host. Cumulative revenue: ¥19.5 million. Would you like to activate the random multiplier?"

"Activate."

If he hit 12x, he'd find a way to sign Yang Mi for a long-term contract.

Her body was perfect for Shui Yun Jian.

Something Zhao Liying could never match.

The first golden die rolled—5.

The second die—3.

No 12x, but he still got 8x.

"Congratulations, Host. You have received an 8x multiplier."

"Ding… ¥156 million has been credited to your Alipay account. New balance: ¥176 million."