[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment":3,"chapter-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-343":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Intelligence King of Chinese Entertainment",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2260646,4411,"Chapter 343: The Star-Making Myth, the Daily Mahjong Routine","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-343",343,"\u003Cp>The next day, it was overcast; Yu Yanli went to the bathroom, skipped exercise, and lay back down, silently savoring this historic moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang found it a bit cold and snuggled closer to him; Yu Yanli released Qin Lan beside him and adjusted his sleeping position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything else was perfect, just the bed was too small—need to get a bigger one later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, even though this time I took a shortcut, Yu Yanli still had confidence he could replicate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once is luck, twice is coincidence, three times is a pattern!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang had practically given up; Qin Lan was half-indulgent; even Dong Xuan, the most resistant, had her limits broken again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps squeezed to the edge of the bed, Dong Xuan woke first, tugged the blanket, saw Yu Yanli awake, and rolled her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feeling proud?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli nodded shamelessly; Dong Xuan spat at him, then started squeezing in closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, Dong Xuan was loyal—she didn’t touch Qin Lan, only shoved Fan Xiaopang, which woke the latter up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still looking for trouble, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang remembered last night’s grudge, still annoyed; too late to regret now, but being bullied by these two shameless bastards was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, scared of you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Xuan wasn’t fazed at all; though Yu Yanli had biased her last night, without lethal force, two-on-one was still advantageous—finally, she and Qin Lan got their revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two faced off, barely hiding anything; Yu Yanli watched intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like the overcast sky outside had turned white!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Xuan realized and covered up; Fan Xiaopang reached out and pinched; Dong and Qin weren’t good, but this bastard was the worst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli’s skin was thick—he didn’t care; after a bit of chaos, he simply started indoor exercise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The poorest was Qin Lan—she had the weakest stamina, collapsed into deep sleep by morning, only to be forcibly woken by Yu Yanli to brush her teeth and wash her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sihe Academy, main house\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong called Yu Yanli and the others over for breakfast—technically late breakfast, since it was nearly 10 a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lanlan, eat more—I see you’re not hungry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong urged Qin Lan, who shot a cold glance at someone without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably drank too much last night—appetite’s off. Just nibble something, will recover soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll have your dad make you some light porridge later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The New Year meals were rich, inevitably greasy; Zhang Hong arranged for Old Yan to cook again. Qin Lan was about to refuse when Fan Xiaopang smiled and spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to trouble Dad—she’s just dehydrated. Drink more water, that’s all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pfft~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Xuan nearly choked; Qin Lan’s face flushed crimson, humiliated and near death; Yu Yanli coughed lightly and changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, Mom, did anyone come to pay New Year’s visits this morning?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A few came together—old hometown folks. I said you weren’t up, so they didn’t stay long—just came in, kowtowed, and left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Nainai added: “I gave them all red envelopes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few knew where Yu Yanli’s parents lived—only hometown brothers and a few trusted insiders, all genuine family. Whoever came, they got a red envelope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I turned off my phone last night. Just checked messages—expect many more visitors this afternoon. If you’re tired of it, go to the neighboring courtyard or go out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli was used to such socializing; others weren’t so sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for red envelopes, it’s best when elders give them; Yu Yanli handing them out isn’t bad either. The envelope itself doesn’t matter—it’s the sentiment that counts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Yan patted his belly: “I’ve still got to watch the pot—I’ll stay home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the pot was an excuse—he genuinely enjoyed watching others come to pay New Year’s visits, receiving greetings, smoking the offered cigarettes, accepting gifts—it was all about face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Hong felt the same, didn’t want to leave; Yan Nainai was better, but she’d promised her grandson to hold the fort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With elders staying, the women couldn’t leave either—they lacked the energy to go out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s just stay home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mahjong table was set up again; Dong, Fan, Old Yan, and Zhang Hong played; Qin Lan wanted to join but feared her mother-in-law might get too eager and rush over to help tidy the neighboring courtyard, so she took the chance to wash yesterday’s bed sheets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli watched from the side, sent digital New Year greetings via text, and checked Weibo’s status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Yu Yanli predicted, Weibo became the epicenter of Spring Festival Gala traffic, with countless netizens posting and discussing this year’s CCTV Gala.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ben Shan, Liu Qian, Zhou Jielun, Zongguanxian—all trended high, but the most terrifying was Xiao Shen Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This so-called effeminate man, overnight, saw his Weibo followers surge from a few thousand to nearly a million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—nearly a million in one night, breaking Weibo’s single-day follower growth record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if you calculate from last night’s midnight to this morning’s midnight, the record would rise even higher—easily surpassing one million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember, this wasn’t yet the so-called traffic era; many well-known websites couldn’t even hit a million daily active users.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A personal Weibo account gaining a million followers overnight—this was a star-making myth orchestrated by Weibo, the Spring Festival Gala, and media coverage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this myth was only beginning; the Gala’s peak viewership was on New Year’s Eve, but there was still a period of influence diffusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For at least a week, Xiao Shen Yang would be an explosive topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterwards, the heat would die down, but with fame established, traffic would continue to flow steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli loved people who brought traffic to his platform—he was even willing to personally promote one, to secure loyalty and sustain the conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Backend’s exploding—congrats @Xiao Shen Yang for breaking Weibo’s single-day follower growth record! Overnight fame—now everyone in the world knows you.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After praising Xiao Shen Yang, Yu Yanli wasn’t done—he also tagged magician Liu Qian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He too was one of this year’s Gala breakout stars, just not as extreme as Xiao Shen Yang—but equally popular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Shen Yang had few followers before, but as part of the Zhao Family Troupe, Weibo had previously invited all Zhao Family members to join and verified them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qian had even less fame—his Weibo followers were still in the hundreds, unverified; only after the Gala did Weibo contact him overnight to finalize verification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Yu Yanli specifically tagged him—to boost his visibility and help Weibo better harvest Gala traffic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides the Gala’s massive traffic, during the New Year, many celebrities used Weibo to send New Year greetings to fans, or posted family holiday routines, adding considerable attention to the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just celebrities—Weibo also launched events like 【Show Us Your New Year’s Eve Dinner】, 【I’m Sending New Year Greetings from XX】, and 【East-West-South-North Grand Celebration】.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Encouraging users to share their holiday activities greatly increased platform activity and festive atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celebrities and trending figures were traffic hotspots, but ordinary users couldn’t be ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Companies like Sina Microblog always emphasized Weibo’s strategic foresight, diverse features, celebrity strategy, and so on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they ignored Weibo’s key advantage: its platform user ecosystem had always remained relatively healthy, fostering a relatively inclusive, harmonious, and positive environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This seemed minor, but it was crucial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Users who stayed on Weibo long became accustomed to its comfortable, friendly atmosphere; when they tried other platforms, they often felt negative impressions and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversely, ordinary netizens who’d used other platforms for a long time, upon arriving at Weibo, quickly sensed the difference and became loyal users.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>User ecosystem, user experience, alignment with user needs—these terms weren’t rare in the internet industry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in this era of frantic growth, many internet companies and platforms didn’t care—they’d rather chase new users than invest effort here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the market was nearly saturated and entered the stock era, and acquiring new users became extremely difficult, would they begin competing on service.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weibo hadn’t deeply cultivated either, but just paying slight attention, taking two extra steps beyond others—already enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In business competition, you don’t need to be the best—just better than your rivals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they played, visitors gradually arrived to pay New Year’s calls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli, Old Yan, and Zhang Hong occasionally went out to greet; Qin Lan and others met acquaintances when they appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Yu Yanli’s hometown brothers, they followed local custom: enter the main house, kowtow before the ancestral altar—one kowtow each to Yan Nainai, Old Yan, and Zhang Hong—three total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some tried to skip the kowtow, but Old Yan and Zhang Hong usually avoided them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless closely related or direct junior relatives, strangers didn’t sit comfortably expecting kowtows—it would seem too arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Nainai was old; all visitors were her grandchildren’s generation, so she didn’t mind much, but still tried to have them kowtow toward the main house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For those not from Yu Yanli’s hometown, who didn’t have the kowtow custom, follow their way—bow, salute, or say auspicious phrases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Form didn’t matter; sincerity and attitude were key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, some had researched Yu Yanli’s hometown customs and came straight in, kowtowing immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Lin Jiachuan, Zhou Yiwei, and Zhang Songwen—they entered and began kowtowing; Yu Yanli couldn’t stop them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good kids, get up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Nainai told them to rise, gave each a red envelope, and Yu Yanli introduced them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, remember? This is Jiachuan… all my college roommates, came to the house before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Yanli’s parents weren’t new to Beijing; as Yu Yanli’s close friends, the three had visited before, though rarely—only Zhang Hong, who ran a restaurant and remembered faces well, had any recollection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sit, sit—aren’t you all from Beijing? Why didn’t you go home for the New Year?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Songwen explained: “Yiwei’s family is in Beijing; Jiachuan bought a house here, his parents came too—they’re staying in Beijing this year. I’ve work—I’ll return to Guangdong in a couple days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t mention another reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew Yu Yanli’s whole family was spending New Year in Beijing, so they’d planned to come together to pay their respects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their success today owed everything to Yu Yanli’s help and their private friendship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other Yi’an artists didn’t even know where Yu Yanli’s parents lived—they had this chance, so they naturally wanted to show their respect and strengthen personal ties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Songwen, Yiwei, Jiachuan—come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang and the others had been in the side room, didn’t come out until they heard the noise and recognized familiar voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister… wife, wife, wife.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiachuan, seeing Fan Xiaopang and then Qin Lan and Dong Xuan behind, gritted his teeth and called “sister” three times in a row; Zhou Yiwei did the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, they called Dong Xuan “Xuan-jie” from college days; sometimes Qin Lan was “Lan-jie”; Fan Xiaopang had always privately called her “sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, no matter how they usually called each other, having already addressed Fan Xiaopang as “sister-in-law,” calling the other two “sisters” would be courting death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, upon hearing the two men’s terms of address, Qin Lan and Dong Xuan both expressed their approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Songwen, being older and unwilling to address the younger wives as “sister-in-law,” escaped unscathed by simply using their names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fan Xiaopang naturally switched into the role of mistress of the house: “Father, Mother, it’s nearly mealtime—why not let Yiwei and the others stay for dinner?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin and Dong followed suit, equally virtuous, repeatedly urging their “father” and “mother” to keep the guests for a meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Jiachuan and the others knew Yan Li was busy, so they made excuses to leave; Yan Li personally saw them off, and at the door, Lin Jiachuan and the others all raised their thumbs.\u003C\u002Fp>",1927,"2026-06-19T16:16:54.562Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","376314f7cbd81ed30ed4023783455bd5c6d48546e2aad8125139fab99c5f1144","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-344","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-342",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-cover.jpg"]