Chi Family, inside a certain room.
No one noticed a small leaf on the floor, and even if they did, they wouldn't care.
In their minds, a leaf is just a leaf—it can't speak, much less eavesdrop.
Because this is the consensus of everyone.
Five people were sitting in the room, with Manager Old Zhu speaking.
"Chi Cheng, the momentum-building on the net needs to start today. Can you do it?"
"Don't worry, I've been propping up Little River Live, elevating them to a pedestal. Just exposing a scandal will be enough to shatter them to pieces."
"Good, keep a firm hold on the rhythm. Recruit a few others to join you. Don't underestimate the Star Network experts from Little River Live."
"Rest assured, we're prepared."
Old Zhu nodded, then turned to another person and asked, "How many rice farmers have you contacted?"
"Five in total, three of which are not subsidiaries of the Chi Family."
"Hmm, tell them to start moving today, and most importantly, to keep their mouths shut."
