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"Click."
Lin Xiaofan inserted the USB drive into the computer, and the screen immediately displayed the final cut of the "Mountain Children Growth Documentary." This was a project he had spent two weeks on, personally funding a niche documentary team to reshoot—no deliberately tragic scenes, no contrived thank-yous, just genuine snippets of the children's lives.
"Mr. Lin, the platform has confirmed it; it will be featured on the homepage tomorrow," said the young director, adjusting his black-rimmed glasses, barely able to contain his excitement. "Several mainstream media outlets have also agreed to share it simultaneously."
Lin Xiaofan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the busy team members in the conference room. This was a makeshift studio he had assembled, renting the cheapest corner of an office building, with fewer than ten employees in total. Yet the shooting schedule and storyboard pinned to the walls were meticulously organized, far more professional than Director Wang's cluttered office filled with instant noodle containers.
"What’s the estimated view count?" Lin Xiaofan asked.
"Conservatively, we expect over a million views in the first week." The director pulled up some data. "We conducted public sentiment monitoring; 'transparency in charity' is currently a hot topic."
Lin Xiaofan's lips curled into a slight smile. After rejecting Zhao Tianming's collaboration, he decided to take a middle path—continue making money through the system but in a relatively respectable manner. This documentary not only showcased the real struggles of children in mountainous areas but also discreetly included his sponsorship information at appropriate points, fully complying with the system's standards for "indirect revenue."
His phone vibrated with a bank notification:
【Income: 250,000 yuan Note: Project Revenue】
【Withdrawal function activated】
【Current withdrawable amount: 52,300 yuan】
Lin Xiaofan's finger hovered above the screen as his heart raced. Fifty thousand yuan was enough to settle his most urgent debts. He took a deep breath and clicked to confirm the withdrawal.
"Ding—"
Almost instantly, another notification popped up:
【Transfer successful: 52,300 yuan has been deposited into your linked account】
"I need to take a call." Lin Xiaofan suddenly stood up and quickly exited the conference room.
In the restroom stall, he stared at his bank balance for a full minute before abruptly covering his mouth to stifle his laughter. This was the first time in half a year that he had seen so much money in his account! He eagerly logged into various online lending platforms and paid off his three most pressing debts in one go. With each repayment completed, it felt as if a heavy weight was lifted from his chest.
Just as he was about to continue handling his credit card bills, his mother's call came through.
"Xiaofan..." His mother's voice sounded weary. "Your uncle and second aunt are here today; they say you’ve struck it rich in the big city and become a philanthropist..."
Lin Xiaofan's back tensed immediately. "Mom, don’t listen to their nonsense."
"I know it's not easy for you," she sighed. "But they showed me photos on their phones—it's all you and those children from the mountains... Your second aunt says her son wants to get married and buy a house; she wants to borrow 100,000..."
On the other end of the line, he could hear a noisy argument breaking out, with words like "ungrateful" and "white-eyed wolf" faintly audible. Lin Xiaofan's temples throbbed as images of his relatives' greedy faces flashed before him—those who had avoided him when his father was gravely ill now suddenly remembered their "nephew."
"Mom, I'll call you back later." He hurriedly hung up and pressed his forehead against the cold porcelain wall.
Upon returning to the conference room, the atmosphere was clearly off. Team members kept their heads down, none daring to meet his gaze.
"What happened?" Lin Xiaofan asked, frowning.
The director silently turned his notebook screen around. On social media, the topic of "Fake Charity Real Marketing" was gaining traction. A well-known influencer had posted a question: "How can a 'charity newcomer' exploit mountain children for personal gain while simultaneously registering multiple shell companies to cash in? This is disgraceful!"
The accompanying image prominently featured the business registration details of Lin Xiaofan's previously established "Xiao Fan Love Fund," along with a photo of him and Director Wang outside Aurora Media.
"Who the hell leaked this information?" Lin Xiaofan slammed his fist on the table.
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