Reborn with Consumption System

"You’ve misunderstood."

Yan Shuang opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and her expression showed a hint of determination.

"The content of the deal is not to help Wei Changming completely exonerate but to help me completely sever the last trace of attachment to him.

So, theoretically, no matter what fate ultimately befalls him, as long as you can let me face him and his parents without a guilty conscience, the contract is fulfilled."

Yan Shuang used the word ’contract’ at the end, which amused Han Lie greatly.

Taking ’deal’ and ’contract’ individually meant nothing, but comparing them, the former implies a one-time transaction, while the latter implies a long-term, stable potential understanding.

Did she do it on purpose, or was it just a slip of the tongue?

Han Lie couldn’t be sure.

But the greatness of Han Lie lies in not being in a hurry to figure out any doubts, being able to take up and let go.

He raised his hand to check the time, then politely looked at Yan Shuang: "Miss Yan, time’s up. I understand what you mean, and I will consider it seriously."

Another delaying tactic!

Yan Shuang, who had mustered up her courage, felt a surge of great annoyance, but instead of venting it, she hastily retreated to a lesser demand.

"Then can you exchange phone numbers with me? I promise not to bother you, just hope for an opportunity!"

Being begged by such a beautiful woman can greatly satisfy a man’s vanity.

Han Lie was no exception.

He took out his phone and chuckled lightly: "Give me your number, I’ll call you, and you’ll be on my whitelist."

Yan Shuang hurriedly recited her phone number, trembling slightly; it was quite memorable with triple digits at the end.

In other words—her and Wei Changming’s living conditions were quite high even in the Magic Capital.

After exchanging phone numbers, Han Lie waved his hand and got into the car.

He opened the back door, but just before getting in, Han Lie suddenly turned around and looked at her meaningfully.

"Miss Yan, have you ever considered another possibility—that putting Wei Changming into a sewing machine was part of my plan all along?"

Yan Shuang stood there as if struck by lightning, frozen in place.

Her face instantly turned deathly pale, losing all color.

Her mind was in chaos, wanting to say something but unable to find the right words.

By the time she slightly regained her composure, Han Lie had already closed the car door.

She walked out of the parking lot feeling dazed, immediately drenched in sweat by the sultry weather, her shirt sticking clammy to her body, wrapping her breath.

Why?

Why do this?

And why tell me?

What is the truth?

What should I do now?

Yan Shuang’s mind was in turmoil; for a moment, she thought about going back to the agency to ask Wei Changming if he knew what was going on.

But without Vice President’s help, she had no ability to see Wei Changming again.

She also wanted to confront President Qiu, but had no reason.

In the end, she walked home, devastated, and looked at the big wedding photo by the bedside, suddenly giving a mocking smile.

She had smiled so sweetly and happily back then, how did things come to this point?

Damn Wei Changming, may you die a bad death!

Dog bastard Han Lie, you’re not a man!

Bitch Yan Shuang, you deserve this!

Yan Shuang suddenly went mad, tearing her clothes to shreds, crawling into bed, curled up like a ball.

Meanwhile, the black-hearted dog was singing and dancing at the club.

A gathering by Panzi’s group, entertaining Old Zhang and his company.

The investment details in Byte had all been discussed, the contract signed, money received; now it was just about public announcement.

Accommodating Zhang Yiming, Panzi personally flew to the Imperial Capital, Han Lie didn’t go.

Today, Zhang Lidong brought his team to the Magic Capital for a return visit, seeking Han Lie’s insights.

The issue wasn’t significant, primarily regarding unexpected situations with the headline creators’ strategy; Zhang Lidong was uncertain and suddenly thought of Han Lie’s devilish vision, so he came to consult an important shareholder.

On this matter, Han Lie was quite eager to express his opinion.

"From an incentive perspective, we must provide creators with substantial rewards and ample creative space.

No touching the red line, such as insulting the country, vilifying soldiers, or smearing the government, these must be strictly investigated and dealt with seriously.

In this regard, we must be vigilant and cannot adopt the approach where anything not explicitly prohibited is allowed.

But beyond this, be cautious not to escalate to an extreme, adopting a one-size-fits-all lazy governance.

It’s easy to cut things off now, but rekindling a cold heart will be much harder later.

The key here is the reporting system and the review system.

Reporting should have thresholds and weights, thresholds are easy to understand, we cannot be alarmed by arbitrary malicious reports and handle them carelessly.

There must be a widespread spontaneous reporting before careful verification is necessary.

In terms of weight, we should empower public figures with social influence, while also establishing a de-powering mode for malicious reporters.

This might be relatively complex algorithmically, but I believe in your technical strength.

As for reviews, machine accuracy is hard to control, and manual review is undoubtedly a major cost issue, but as platform builders, we must invest where necessary, not outsourcing for convenience.

I think a dual approach is needed to establish a robust mechanism.

Regarding material incentives for creators, my personal view is to clearly differentiate between different creative models.