He fiercely criticized the Manchu scholar clique and the twelve emperors of the Qing Dynasty.

John's proposal to use funds to hire online trolls was tacitly approved by everyone, leading to a unanimous decision. The atmosphere on the table eased slightly, as if they had found a bit of confidence to confront the younger generation.

Mr. Li did not share the sigh of relief with the others. He gently pushed the purple clay teacup to his side, his unfocused gaze behind his glasses staring into the void, his brain engaged in a higher-dimensional deduction.

Online trolls can only create short-term noise; they cannot change the cognitive foundation that a generation is building.

"Everyone, the fire of public opinion has been extinguished, but we still need to think about how it started in the first place." President Li withdrew his gaze, his tone calm, as if he were recounting an academic case that had nothing to do with him.

"Zhao Shuyao is just a starting point. Have you ever wondered why our propaganda methods, which have been ineffective for the past thirty years, are failing with today's young people?"

No one responded. Professor Zhang Yuan picked up his pen and unconsciously tapped twice on his notebook.

"The environment has changed." Mr. Li asked himself and answered, his hands crossed and his elbows resting on the rosewood table. "In the past, we could use a few local magazines and a few pictures of foreign landscapes to make people believe that the outside world was paradise, because they really had never seen anything good before."

"But this generation today, they have air conditioning and color TVs at home from birth, and high-speed rail for travel. They grew up in a relatively affluent environment." Mr. Li's analysis revealed a cold rationality. "Once a person has had enough to eat, it becomes exponentially more difficult to trick them into becoming your slave with just a few steamed buns."

Smith leaned back in his chair, nodded slightly, and acknowledged this sociological perspective.

"Therefore, the traditional cultural belittling must be accompanied by more grassroots actions." Mr. Li turned to Mr. Wu, who is in charge of industrial investment, "In the technology and manufacturing sector, those financial media and think tanks you contact need to continue to increase their efforts to create an atmosphere online that 'our industry is just low-end assembly and has no core technology.'"

"As long as they feel that there is no future on the land they stand on, their self-confidence will naturally crack, and this is our long-term foundation."

President Li paused, then his gaze suddenly shifted to Su Qing, who was sitting in the middle of the conference table.

"However, to fundamentally undermine the energy of these young people, simply talking down their weaknesses on a macro level is not enough." Mr. Li slowed down his speech and carefully chose his words. "We need to create internal friction, extremely intense friction that penetrates into every family and every double bed."

Su Qing stopped swiping her tablet. In this group of old-school intellectuals and financial tycoons, she was originally just an external public relations executor.

But Mr. Li's words about "going deep into families" made her business radar instantly detect the scent of power.

She observed Mr. Li's expression, assessing the resource allocation behind his words, and then quickly adjusted her posture, leaning forward to display a highly aggressive focus.

"Mr. Li, do you mean we need to work on the fundamental structure of society?" Su Qing asked tentatively, her voice tinged with suppressed excitement at taking on power. "The weight given to the new media and emotional matrix areas that I'm in charge of needs to be reassessed?"

A slight smile appeared on Mr. Li's lips; he enjoyed dealing with intelligent and greedy people.

"You get it right away," Mr. Li affirmed. "Don't young people these days like to flaunt their independent thinking? Then let's follow their logic, especially young women, which is an excellent starting point."

Mr. Li's glasses reflected a cold light: "Starting next month, those public accounts you manage should stop publishing those sentimental, lighthearted essays. Make a complete change in direction."

Go tell them—you are extremely precious and independent individuals. Your value doesn't need to be defined by marriage. You have the right to enjoy the best of everything in this world without paying any price.

The temperature in the private room seemed to drop suddenly.

Professor Zhang Yuan frowned. As a traditional scholar, he instinctively felt that this argument was somewhat unconventional, but he did not interrupt.

"We need to constantly instill a certain idea in them." Mr. Li continued to refine his theory, "That is, all the unpleasant things in life are caused by men, and by the existing system of responsibility in this society. By influencing this group of people, we can then influence the views on marriage and love in the whole society."

"Imagine if society were filled with this kind of voice, how would men react when faced with extremely high costs of marriage and unpredictable emotional risks?" Mr. Li spread his hands.

"They're afraid that when a man feels that no matter how hard he tries, he can't have a stable family, he'll lose the motivation to work overtime for a down payment or to work hard for a promotion."

"Once these tens of millions of young men, who should be the main force in social development, choose to give up and lose their desire to strive, even if Zhao Shuyao does all the popular science online, can he save this behemoth that has lost its engine?"

These words were like a deep-sea bomb, causing a silent tremor in the conference room.

Su Qing's eyes lit up completely. This was no longer a simple crisis management issue; it was about reshaping an enormous chain of interests.

"President Li, I fully understand your strategic intentions." Su Qing's tone was slightly sharp with excitement. "The logic you're talking about is simply an untapped gold mine."

She stood up, placed her hands on the table, and began to plan her future.

"Society has spent thousands of years building a moral system that makes men take on family responsibilities and strive for the sake of their offspring. If we follow your direction, we only need to do one thing—deconstruct this system of responsibility."

Su Qing had already formed a strict execution manual in his mind: "As long as the funds are in place, I can make 'male de-responsibility' a potential social consensus within ten years."

"In our articles, we will tell women that it is only natural for a man to spend money on you, but asking him to add your name to the property deed is a form of self-protection."

"What if one day, men discover that the wives they emptied six wallets to marry could leave with half their fortune at any time because they 'didn't provide enough emotional value'; or even that the children they painstakingly raised might not belong to them at all..."

Su Qing sneered, her tone extremely confident: "It won't take ten years. As long as this trend continues for five years, the 'men who have lost their motivation to strive' that you want, Mr. Li, will be everywhere on the streets."

Mr. Li nodded with great satisfaction: "The execution is good. This is only the first step. We need to provide more social resources and promote a one-sided bias without any bottom line in the workplace and in the public sphere. Sometimes, even a slight tilt in the rules can lead to an avalanche in reality."

Su Qing immediately picked up the conversation. As a seasoned expert in manipulating online traffic, she knew all too well how to turn theory into money.

"Don't worry, I'll go back and create a detailed project timeline." Su Qing's eyes gleamed with fervent enthusiasm. "Theory alone is useless; we need to use consumption to concretize this concept."

"I will increase the packaging of various so-called 'refined lifestyles' so that when girls see designer bags and afternoon tea at upscale restaurants, they will feel anxious that 'I am being treated unfairly if I don't own them'."

"Even if they don't have money themselves, or even have to take out loans, we should still encourage them to spend in advance. Not only that, I will also create a 'festival tribute system' specifically for men."

Su Qing began to list on her fingers: "We need to turn all 365 days of the year into consumption opportunities, from Valentine's Day on February 14th, to March 8th, then to '520' on May 20th, and then to Qixi Festival on May 21st. New Year's Eve must have a sense of ritual, and everyone's Gregorian calendar birthday and lunar calendar birthday should be celebrated separately."

She glanced around the conference room, a cruel satisfaction in her voice: "We'll flood all social media platforms with press releases—'A man who doesn't transfer 1314 yuan during the holidays doesn't love you; a man who gives gifts worth less than 5,000 yuan doesn't care about you. Every holiday must be a major spending test.'"

After these words were spoken, the entire private room fell into an eerie silence.

If President Li's macro strategy was just theoretical, then Su Qing's specific implementation plan is a deadly, bloodless method of execution.

Producer Wang's hand, which was originally fiddling with walnuts, froze in mid-air.

Having been a seasoned veteran in the entertainment industry for decades, he has seen all sorts of shady contracts and unspoken rules, and he considers himself a wicked person without any bottom line.

But after listening to Su Qing's words, he suddenly felt that his previous methods were as innocent as a primary school student compared to this social deconstruction method of directly digging up people's ancestral graves and cutting off their descendants.

Producer Wang swallowed hard, a fine layer of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

He quickly went through a logical process in his mind: he had a son who had just started college, and if Su Qing's plan were followed, public opinion would be dominated by this trend for the next few years.

If your son falls in love in the future, and does nothing all year round but has to deal with these inexplicable money transfers, holidays, and emotional demands, he'll be skinned alive.

If I were to encounter another daughter-in-law who had been completely brainwashed by this theory, wouldn't all the wealth I had painstakingly accumulated through swindling and cheating in the film and television industry end up as five-figure handbags and bills for overseas island trips?

A hint of fear crept into Producer Wang's eyes as he looked at Su Qing.

Is this woman insane? We just wanted to try and restore the old order culturally and make more money from Qing Dynasty dramas, but you're trying to make all the men in society work as waste!

If all the women around him were assimilated into this way, which man from an ordinary family could stand it? Even a capitalist like him felt a chill run down his spine when he heard that.

Not only Producer Wang, but Professor Zhang Yuan next to him also subconsciously tugged at his tie, feeling a little short of breath.

What intellectuals fear most is this kind of irrational attack that directly targets human greed and material desires.

Mr. Li noticed the discomfort of the men present, but he didn't care at all. As long as he could achieve the goal of weakening the overall strength, how bad society became was not within his consideration.

"Very good, President Su." President Li made the final decision. "The budget you need will be transferred to your company's public account by the foundation tomorrow morning. Since this society likes to party, then we will give them the biggest party ever."