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Chapter 209, Section 209: Reaching a Cooperation
When Jiang Jianxin woke up the next morning, the first thing he did was pick up his phone and log onto the Ping An Forum.

As expected, just as she predicted, Black Eye Pharmaceuticals eventually succumbed to public pressure under the overwhelming media onslaught.

Those personal interview photos that were so prominent yesterday have now quietly disappeared.

Jiang Jianxin smiled slightly and swiped her finger across the screen. She saw that all the close-up shots of her and Xie Yan had been removed, leaving only the group photo of the audience and the false reports about the other powerful figures still lingering.

On the trending topics list, the outcry articles churned out overnight by journalists are rapidly dominating the top five. Each headline is like a sharp sword being drawn, dissecting the Black Eye Pharmaceuticals' new product launch from top to bottom, with incisive analysis and solid evidence, already stirring up a massive wave online.

Jiang Jianxin scrolled through the trending news list and the real-time breaking news list, clicking on each one with the signature "Journalist" to read it.

At first, she only looked at the content, but later, after glancing at the posting time, she started looking at the posting times one by one:

[0:03 AM]

[1:45 AM]

[2:21 AM]

[3:14 AM]

[4:56 AM]

……

More than a dozen breaking news stories spanned every time period late at night, with comprehensive and flawless critical angles—it can only be said that among so many journalists, only they were able to become journalists. In addition to being able to seize opportunities, they were also truly diligent.

After hearing about Jiang Jianxin's ordeal last night, the journalists were like sharks smelling blood, so excited that they didn't sleep at all in order to seize this huge wave of traffic.

He worked through the night to produce more than ten press releases, and his popularity soared thanks to the huge amount of traffic Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals was giving him for launching his new product.

His news reports were sincere, reasoned, and filled with righteous indignation; anyone who didn't know him would think he was Jiang Jianxin's sister.

Looking at the impassioned words on the screen, Jiang Jianxin knew clearly that this was nothing more than a carefully calculated traffic-generating frenzy.

But there is no denying that this borrowed knife is indeed extremely sharp.

She left the forum and glanced at WeChat.

She got up early today, and most of her friends weren't online, but the green bubble icon for the journalist in her contact list was still steadily lit up, giving her a strong sense of reassurance.

Their chat interface was still stuck on yesterday's journalist's promise.

Jiang Jian thought for a moment, then typed a message and sent it to the journalist:

[Jiang Jianxin]: Good morning, journalist. Thank you for your help last night. I see that Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals has deleted the relevant content. [Sending flowers to little yellow face]

Almost the instant the message was sent, the journalist quickly typed a reply.

[Journalist]: Minor issue.

[Journalist]: Your Excellency Sword Master, please feel free to contact me if you have any similar breaking news stories in the future.

The virtual ability user on the other end typed very fast, and before Jiang Jianxin could reply, the other end sent another message.

[Journalist]: We can benefit each other. You should know that you yourself are a source of traffic. With me around, you don't need to worry about any force's threats to public opinion.

The journalist phrased it subtly, but Jiang Jianxin understood his meaning—this person wanted to cooperate. As the world's number one war tycoon, she herself was a hot topic, and the journalist wanted to exclusively release her news, but he couldn't say it directly, so he expressed his meaning in such a subtle way.

If someone else received this invitation, they might think it over carefully.

But Jiang Jianxin was different. After what happened at Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals yesterday, she realized that she couldn't speak on the forum using a fake account, so she urgently needed an influential internet mouthpiece.

Journalists want the traffic they bring to nourish public opinion, and she also wants the journalists' public opinion to protect her.

When two people share similar interests, they can achieve close cooperation.

Jiang Jianxin smiled and happily typed:
[Jiang Jianxin]: It would be best if you, Mr. Journalist, would be willing to cooperate.

[Jiang Jianxin]: I will need to trouble you, sir, to edit and publish the news materials I receive in the future. The WeChat chat window quickly displayed a message indicating that the other party is typing.

[Journalist]: It's an honor to cooperate with Your Excellency, the Sword Master! [Rose] [Rose] [Rose]

[Journalist]: So, it's settled then?
[Jiang Jianxin]: It's a promise [shakes hands with a little yellow face] [rose]

After typing that line, the chat window between the two returned to silence.

Jiang Jianxin returned to the Ping An Forum, opened the journalist's page, and followed him.

The latter forum responded very quickly; the follow-back was received almost instantly, and a friend request was also sent.

Jiang Jianxin approved the application, and an anime boy's head appeared in her contact list, lying beneath the blue butterfly.

This mutually beneficial partnership with the journalist made Jiang Jianxin feel at ease.

After all, family ties may turn sour, love may turn sour, and friendship may betray, but alliances of interest are always stable—as long as both sides still have value to each other, the cooperation will continue.

This kind of relationship is pure, direct, and free of any false emotions, making it more trustworthy than any vow.

As dawn broke, Jiang Jianxin put down her overheated phone, stretched, rubbed her sore eyes, and decided to stop scrolling through the news.

Jiang Jianxin got up and opened the tent door. A moist morning breeze rushed in, carrying the unique fresh scent of the river.

She quickly put on her coat and walked briskly to the riverside dam.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, enveloping the entire city in a hazy veil.

In the distance, a familiar figure stood by the railing.

Yin Ju got up early as always. His black executive jacket outlined his tall and straight figure. His left hand was in his pocket, and his right hand held a thermos cup, with wisps of steam rising in the morning light.

The keychain at his waist swayed gently in the river breeze, making a soft, clinking sound that added a touch of street-smart charm to his appearance.

Sunlight filtered through the thin mist, casting dappled shadows on his profile.

Jiang Jianxin walked over and patted him on the shoulder, saying:

"You're up so early, Director Yin."

Feng Shiman called Yin Ju "Director Yin," and she jokingly used that title as well.

Yin Ju turned his head to the side and said listlessly:
"Elder Jiang, what brings you to the dam?"

"I had nothing to do this morning, so I came to take a stroll."

Jiang Jianxin said frankly.

Standing next to Yin Ju, seeing his listless appearance, she couldn't help but ask:
"Why do you look so unhappy with a frown this morning?"

Yin Ju sighed and said:

"Feng Shiman returned to Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals."

"Oh."

Jiang Jianxin didn't feel anything, but seeing Yin Ju looking quite sad, she comforted him:

"They have to go back to work in their own areas, there's nothing we can do about it."

Yin Ju smirked mockingly.

"What kind of job is that? He's just being used as a knife for others."

"Oh, maybe it's not even a knife. In other people's eyes, it might just be a doorman."

I'm sorry for the writer's block, so the update is a bit late. The next chapter will begin the prelude to the war.