Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

The two hands clasped together in mid-air, then separated.

Ma Huateng carefully put the priceless agreement into his briefcase.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

"Mr. Yu, then I won't bother you any longer." Ma Huateng stood up, looking ready to go back and get to work. "There's still a ton of technical coordination to arrange with Tencent."

"etc."

Yu Le leaned back lazily in his chair.

"Pony, now that we're in this together, let me give you a couple of pieces of advice. Are you ready to listen?"

Ma Huateng immediately pulled his leg back after taking the first step.

He sat down again, looking like a well-behaved elementary school student listening attentively to a lecture.

"Please speak, Mr. Yu. I am all ears."

Yu Le patted the crumbs off his hands and held up two fingers.

"First, music and videos."

"Right now, Tencent Music and Xianyu Video basically dominate the market share, and we must solidify this advantage." Yu Le pointed out the window, "This is called a 'pan-entertainment' ecosystem. It's about bringing users in, making sure they listen to music, watch dramas, and ultimately chat with you. That's called a closed loop."

As Yu Le spoke, he thought to himself, if this could reduce the number of memberships people need to subscribe to for music and dramas in the future, it would be a good thing.

Ma Huateng nodded thoughtfully.

"Second," Yu Le tapped his fingers on the table, making a dull thud. "The game."

Upon hearing those two words, Ma Huateng paused for a moment.

Although Tencent Games has accumulated a considerable user base through its lobby, it is still being thoroughly outmatched by Shengda and NetEase in the realm of large-scale online games.

"Stop focusing on this tiny piece of land in China and competing with others for a living." Yu Le's lips curled into a playful smile, his eyes revealing a deep, unfathomable meaning. "These game developers in China, all they do is copy and reskin; they have no future."

"Look outside."

Yu Le pointed in the direction across the ocean. "The United States and South Korea. There are many promising talents there. Some have excellent technical skills but lack funds, while others have great ideas but lack a market."

"Tencent is rich now, so stop being so stingy." Yu Le tossed the remaining half handful of sunflower seeds back onto the plate and clapped his hands. "If you see something good, just throw money at it and buy it. Take control, acquire it, or poach the team directly."

"Remember this: If a problem can be solved with money, don't waste time reinventing the wheel."

Ma Huateng was stunned.

This "nouveau riche" strategic guidance is completely contrary to his consistent engineering mindset of "steady progress and rapid progress in small steps".

But upon closer reflection, it feels strangely appealing.

Buy directly?

That sounds... pretty awesome.

"Been taught a lesson."

After seeing off the excited Ma Huateng, Yu Le stretched out a big yawn, his joints cracking loudly.

He hummed a little tune as he walked out of the hotel.

……

8 PM.

In the living room of Shengshi Huating.

The living room lights were off, with only the faint blue light from the TV screen barely illuminating a corner of the sofa.

Yu Le and Liu Xiaoli were sitting in the living room.

The TV is showing the final episode of "Lotus Lantern" before the finale.

There were five minutes left before the finale aired.

Online forums have completely exploded with discussion.

The screen is filled with red posts; refreshing the page will bring up dozens of new posts.

The titles were increasingly menacing, and the resentment seemed to burst through the screen!

[Crowdfunding to hire a killer! If Yang Jian doesn't die tonight, I'll smash the TV!]

[Slay Chenxiang! Split Mount Hua in two and kill that three-eyed bastard!]

[We strongly demand that the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television ban "The Lotus Lantern"! This drama has warped values! Erlang Shen is purely psychologically disturbed!]

Finally, the finale aired on TV.

On the screen.

At the foot of Mount Hua, the wind and clouds changed color.

Chenxiang held up his axe, his face full of bitterness and hatred, the axe blade pointing directly at the tall man wearing silver armor and a black cloak.

Jiao Enjun, who plays Yang Jian, has disheveled hair and bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, but his back is still ramrod straight.

"Today I will avenge my mother!" Chenxiang roared, and his axe, glowing with golden light, cleaved down.

"stop--!!!"

A shrill female voice pierced the sky.

The scene shifts.

Princess Ao Tingxin of the East Sea, the woman who had been secretly helping Chenxiang all along, stumbled out and stood in front of Yang Jian.

"Chenxiang! You can't kill him!"

The fourth princess broke down in tears and began a five-minute "truth revelation".

From Yang Jian enduring humiliation and accepting the divine position of the God of Justice, to his secret plan to amend the Heavenly Laws;

From his deliberate act of playing the bad guy to hone Chenxiang's skills, to his willingness to be misunderstood by the gods in order to protect the Third Holy Mother.

One pile, one piece.

The visuals were accompanied by flashbacks.

Yang Jian was drinking alone in a secret room, facing a portrait of the Third Holy Mother.

Yang Jian watched Chen Xiang practice martial arts from the shadows, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

In the Heavenly Palace, Yang Jian faced the accusations of the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother alone, his figure as lonely as snow.

All misunderstandings vanished in that moment.

The cold-blooded, ruthless, and heartless Erlang Shen instantly crumbled.

Instead, there is a great man who bears everything and makes silent sacrifices.

"Bearing humiliation and hardship, obeying orders but not proclamations, with the common people in his heart."

The last twelve words from the Fourth Princess struck Chenxiang's heart hard, and also resonated with countless viewers in front of their televisions.

On the screen, the axe in Chenxiang's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

Off-screen, Liu Xiaoli was already sobbing uncontrollably. She was sniffling, her red eyes still glistening with tears, and she couldn't help but nudge Yu Le next to her with her elbow.

"Hey, why aren't you reacting at all?"

Yu Le shrugged.

"I wrote the script, what am I moved about?"

At the same time, the online sentiment completely changed.

All the previous posts calling for violence were buried, replaced by a deluge of apology posts and confessions.

#YangJianIsSorry# A massive apology across the internet! I was wrong, Second Brother! I'm kneeling before you!

Upon clicking through, it became clear that the original poster was rambling incoherently.

"I deserve to die! I was calling him a psychopath yesterday! Turns out he's the one who truly loves Chenxiang and the Third Holy Mother! Second Brother, I was wrong! I was really wrong! Hit me! Waaaaah..."

The replies below were scrolling by incredibly fast, more than a dozen per second.

[Second Brother, I'm sorry! I was an idiot! I take back everything I said before!]

[Sobbing, I'm crying so hard! What an amazing man! He's shouldered so much for his nephew and sister!]

[Jiao Enjun's acting is phenomenal! That look in his eyes is amazing! I declare that from this day forward, Jiao Enjun is my one and only male god! I'll fight anyone who criticizes him!]

[Where's the guy who said he'd send Jiao Enjun razor blades? Come out here! Eat the blades!]