Chapter 17: Emotional Value Maxed Out

The moment she entered the company, Ms. Wenya gathered everyone together, from the general manager of the media company to the heads of every department.

The Ms. Wenya who spoke softly and meekly at home erupted at the meeting with the domineering aura of a CEO from her slender frame, suppressing everyone present so thoroughly that no one dared speak loudly.

Ms. Wenya introduced Shen Mo and Liu Yue to everyone present, placing special emphasis on Liu Yue, and declared that Liu Yue was her sole heir — from now on, not only Hao Ya Media, but even San Sheng Entertainment would belong to Liu Yue.

Immediately after, Ms. Wenya produced documents in front of everyone proving that Liu Yue held thirty percent of Hao Ya Media's shares and was a major shareholder; she had come this time to learn how the media company operated.

The people of Hao Ya Media applauded one after another to welcome Liu Yue.

After finishing her instructions, Ms. Wenya asked Liu Yue and Shen Mo whether they would go with her to the general manager's office, or look around on their own.

"I'd like to wander around a bit," Shen Mo spoke up, choosing to leave.

【Hmph, I don't want to go with you to the general manager's office and learn all that confidential stuff — what if they make me work afterward?

I'm so useless, if I caused trouble I'd just get thrown out.】

Ms. Wenya didn't bother either way — her company would only be given to Liu Yue anyway. She arranged a secretary to show Shen Mo around, then took Liu Yue to the office.

Before leaving, Liu Yue glanced at Shen Mo, finding it utterly amusing.

She figured everyone else was spinning all kinds of conspiracy theories — that it wasn't that she, Liu Yue, was refusing to give Shen Mo access to confidential matters, or that a live-in son-in-law would inevitably be kept at arm's length — completely failing to imagine that it was Shen Mo himself who didn't want to work.

The secretary was a young and pretty young lady named Zhang Li, who had followed Wenya for many years and often came to the media company to work on Wenya's behalf, so she was very familiar with the place.

Along the way, she introduced the history of Hao Ya Media to Shen Mo.

Hao Ya Media had been established for quite some years, and the internet celebrity streamers under it covered gaming, dance, music, humanities, fitness — every category.

For instance, the beautiful internet celebrities with tens of millions of followers that Shen Mo often scrolled past online — there were four or five of them right here.

Shen Mo also spotted a gaming streamer that his college roommate was always following.

But Shen Mo remembered that this gaming streamer was a top streamer signed directly to Douyu, wasn't he?

Zhang Li explained to Shen Mo that Wenya owned shares in Douyu and was a major shareholder.

In Zhang Li's words, there was nothing to be done about it — sure, their boss Ms. Wenya was a delicate little wife at home who cooked and tidied the house for Ms. Qin Hao, but out in the world she was the white moonlight of countless people. Back in the day when she roamed the jianghu playing the green tea, she had been the object of admiration for countless men and women alike.

The result was that, in those years, Ms. Wenya had leveraged those connections to learn a great deal of investment technique, invested in many excellent enterprises, and became a famous investor of her generation.

Even now, those fish would still seize every chance — under the pretext of discussing investments or recommending projects — to ask Ms. Wenya out to dinner.

So among the well-known large enterprises on the market today, Ms. Wenya held shares, more or less, in all of them.

Shen Mo's eyes gleamed — Ms. Wenya, a model for our generation, is someone I should learn from!

As the saying goes, the fake green tea soft rice relies on a man to eat; the real green tea soft rice is to be a player, using the fish's connections to climb upward, and make herself into a hegemon.

But Shen Mo was also curious — had Wenya never crashed? Had those fish never gotten angry at Wenya?

Also, wasn't Ms. Wenya together with Ms. Qin Hao? Why were they still asking her out — shouldn't they be devastated?

After asking this question, Shen Mo immediately regretted it.

Zhang Li, however, replied with a smile, no need to worry, this wasn't a big problem.

First, in those people's eyes, Ms. Wenya, who was with Ms. Qin Hao, remained perfect and pure.

Second, Ms. Wenya's fish-keeping skills were too superb — she didn't just keep male fish, she kept female fish too.

Third, the emotional value Ms. Wenya provided was so abundant that those fish couldn't bear to part with her. The key was that those fish's husbands or wives were especially at ease, because Ms. Wenya's spotlessly clean reputation proved that she only provided emotional value, not other services — they could rest easy.

Shen Mo had nothing to say.

While wandering around the media company, Shen Mo noticed a characteristic of this Hao Ya Media — most of the men and women here were too good-looking.

Whether staff or internet celebrity streamers, they were all beautiful, or handsome. Even those streamers and staff who lacked natural gifts, you could still find merits in them — for instance, strong build, sunny, not greasy, sharp and capable, and so on.

Zhang Li's explanation was that this was a rule Ms. Wenya had set down — a person who lacked self-discipline could not possibly run a business well, so in the companies Ms. Wenya controlled alone, regardless of gender, everyone needed to keep their outward condition excellent.

To put it in one sentence: you may be ugly, but you must not be disgusting.

For men, your skin may not be great, but you cannot be sleazy.

For women, it's fine if your natural conditions aren't great, but you must ensure you are sufficiently presentable.

And self-disciplined exercise was mandatory.

"Our old man came from a military background, and Ms. Qin Hao is also a scientific researcher — they eat from the public pot — so Ms. Wenya's demands on those under her are very strict."

"Not only does she demand self-discipline in physique and looks from those under her, she has demands on their personal lives too."

Zhang Li brought Shen Mo to the HR department, took out an employment contract, and handed it to Shen Mo.

"Things like paying taxes, unhealthy substances, including relationships between men and women — the moment any employee is involved in even one, they're fired on the spot."

How strict.

Shen Mo silently complained.

"For this reason, our company regularly conducts physical exams, internal audits, and so on."

As Shen Mo listened, he felt something was off — why did this sound like a warning aimed at him?

But Shen Mo didn't care either, since he was a live-in son-in-law after all.

When they had wandered around enough, Zhang Li brought Shen Mo to the dance and music section to watch the beauties do their makeup.

This made Shen Mo unable to resist complaining inwardly — here comes a perk.

After looking around, Shen Mo felt that not a single one of them could beat Liu Yue.

It had to be said, Liu Yue's bearing and figure utterly crushed everyone here.

Especially this circle of dance and music streamers — they were basically mute brides.

When their mouths were shut, they were the gentle rivers and lakes of Jiangnan; the moment they opened their mouths, it was a human disaster.

But then, thinking of his mother-in-law's rough-and-tumble personality, her domineering accent, and her dazzlingly charming looks, Shen Mo maliciously guessed that the mute brides here perfectly fit Ms. Wenya's tastes.

When Shen Mo saw Liu Yue and Ms. Wenya again, it was lunchtime.

The place they ate was a restaurant next door to the company.

The handsome, tattooed boss lady ran a chain of Northeast Chinese restaurants and had happened to come by this branch for an inspection; hearing that Ms. Wenya was here, she specifically came over to have a meal with Ms. Wenya — Liu Yue and Shen Mo were just tagging along for a free meal.

At the table, the handsome, tattooed boss lady poured out her grievances to Ms. Wenya — her daughter had found herself a dyed-blond punk, got played and dumped, and was now getting a divorce. When she got to this part, she glared fiercely at Shen Mo; her son, on the other hand, was doing well in his studies, but kept wanting to start a business and didn't want to take over the family's chain restaurants and industrial park.

As the cool, tattooed boss lady would put it, how is she supposed to face her late husband down there after this?

Shen Mo watched the boss lady keep pouncing on the elegant lady, and his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

【You've already wronged your husband. He won't mind.】

Liu Yue, who was eating, nearly burst out laughing when she heard this inner voice.

The elegant lady served the boss lady food, poured water, handed her tissues, all while softly comforting her—how children have their own blessings, how her brother-in-law loved her so he wouldn't blame her, how it's a good thing her son wants to start a business and supporting him is fine, how it's no big deal her daughter met a delinquent since the family has money and can afford it, and besides, her daughter's work ability is pretty strong—the restaurant she runs on her own has broken three million in monthly revenue, and the hotel she invested in brings in a million every month.

As they chatted, the elegant lady began praising the boss lady for being a great educator, saying she'd raised her children wonderfully and was a truly amazing woman.

Maximum emotional value.

(End of chapter)