“A 24-hour factory flash sale?”
On the vanguard flatcar of Engine #1, Abacus Su stopped clicking his golden abacus and adjusted his spectacles, his eyes shining with pure admiration as he looked up at Hong Ling on top of the pink carriage.
“Young Master, Miss Hong Ling’s idea is a stroke of financial genius!” Abacus Su said excitedly, opening his ledger to a fresh page. “Look at the numbers: our Galactic Crispy-Bug Snack Factory in the Cloud-Sea Sector, our Neutron-Mineral Soap Works in the Titan Sector, and Master Sun Baolu’s Pulsar Soup Reactor are currently producing fifty billion tons of surplus goods every single day! Meanwhile, right in front of us is a four-hundred-solar-system nebula where ten billion rich merchants, sect elders, and spoiled playboys are sitting on couches with their wallets wide open!”
“And the best part is, the Joyous-Illusion Demon Empress already built the broadcast network for us!” Hong Ling jumped down from the carriage roof, landing lightly on the iron deck with her red braids bouncing. “Chief Sister Meiniang just showed me how the crystal dish works. The Pink Nebula isn’t just gas—it’s a giant spiritual projection array connected to every single mirror, wine cup, and sky-screen across four hundred planets! If we smash it, we get zero coins. If we take over the studio, we don’t even have to pay for advertising!”
