[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich":3,"chapter-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-56":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","What's Wrong with Me Being the Last to Get Rich?",{"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},2272633,4439,"Chapter 56: 055 Rugged","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-56",56,"\u003Cp>On August 17, Yu Xing received Song Yufeng’s report on offline advertising—good news and bad news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The good news: Song Yufeng had indeed exhausted every effort to place ads in specific areas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bad news: These ads had been uniformly cleared away, to varying degrees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it wasn’t just clearing—they were, to some extent, destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing saw not only pasted ads but also damaged bus stop signs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed to a conspicuously torn photo and asked, “Forget the rest, but this is illegal, right? Vandalizing public property—why not report it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably will report it, but I doubt it’ll help,” Song Yufeng glanced over and said. “Likely nothing will come of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing mused, “This won’t do. We paid for this—these ads must deliver. We need to keep our company name visible. Also, get someone to take more photos of these damaged images—I’ll post them all on campus networks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng sat down, wiped his sweat, and asked, “Still going with NetEase’s approach?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing shook his head. “No, it’s different. NetEase was about you doing interviews and reporting first. This is just industry competition. Yours was more malicious and rare; this is ordinary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued, “Still, even ordinary commercial competition can shake up college students’ perceptions and boost our traffic. Online traffic has been dropping lately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing planned to post these incidents online with more sarcasm, not the formal condemnation he’d used before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not angry? When I got the call, I was furious,” Song Yufeng studied Yu Xing, disgruntled. “It’s legal and paid for. I’ve heard of ‘three-package’ rules for storefronts, but never ‘ad-package’ rules. If they don’t like ads in front of them, just buy the space themselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing nodded slightly. “That’s true, but…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest didn’t need saying—it was already done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng still grumbled, “You’re a big company in this industry—is this how you operate? If you’ve got guts, just steal Gu’ai Wang’s customers outright!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing reassured him, “Don’t worry—they’ll try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng: “Uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing reviewed the ad placement again, shook his head, and sighed, “This is competition. This is profit. In this range, no one gets to point fingers at anyone else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yu Zong, you’ve got a plan?” Song Yufeng sensed an underlying implication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not much we can do. Our own promotion has drained all our energy. What can we use to fight big companies? This was just about staying visible to them.” Yu Xing spoke calmly. “From that goal, we’ve done reasonably well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought Song Yufeng was capable—he’d placed the ads in position in a short time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng grunted, thought it over, and realized there truly was no better solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drank some water, then finally mentioned another piece of news: “Yu Zong, next month you might get a chance to speak on stage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing was startled—he knew Song Yufeng meant the Jin Ling Internet Conference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exclaimed, “Me speak on stage? What am I, some nobody…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the seventh annual China Internet Conference. Besides industry representatives, it also featured officials from relevant departments. Held this year at the Jin Ling International Expo Center, it might be even grander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng chuckled. “Not guaranteed. If you do get on, it’ll be as a student entrepreneur. You’ll need to prepare a speech. I can only say—I’ll try my best. No promises.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He added, “Besides the big names, you need some minor figures too—just to make the big ones look better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing lit a cigarette. “Even a minor figure is fine. If Jiushi Jiayuan, Gu’ai Wang, or Baihe attend, maybe we can chat. Huh—can you get the guest list?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not finalized yet. Even if it is, attendance isn’t certain,” Song Yufeng said. “I think even if not all come, at least one or two will. After all, it’s a chance to find partnerships.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing nodded sincerely. “Thanks, Brother Feng. Whether I get on stage or not—I thank you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng accepted the thanks, then covered his face. “I begged for this. I’ve thrown my dignity out the window.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing was about to thank him again when Song Yufeng lowered his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what’s dignity worth now? I’m not a journalist anymore,” Song Yufeng pointed to the photos on the desk. “Do they care about dignity? They don’t either. Everyone’s like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng immediately added, “Yu Zong, about ‘those things’…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cut straight to the point—finished detailing his recent actions, then returned to the unfinished topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How to run a workplace gossip site? I think we can model it after tabloids,” Yu Xing replied without delay, as if trading money for goods. “We need gossip. We need to attract the gossip crowd.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng listened intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing pointed to the photos on the desk. “Once Gu’ai Wang is sold, I think we should start with these dating sites.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng perked up, respectfully asking, “Yu Zong, how so?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been studying Jiushi Jiayuan and Gu’ai Wang’s models these past two days,” Yu Xing said seriously. “I find it deeply troubling, Brother Feng—have you ever used these sites?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Song Yufeng nod, he continued, “How do they make money? Besides membership fees, they charge for weird things—like viewing female profiles, chatting. What’s this model called…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing paused, then said, “This model charges by blocking communication, targeting older people desperate to marry. Whether online or offline, their KPI revolves around matching rates. Do you know what that means?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng was still digesting “blocking communication.” He looked confused. “What does that mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To meet KPIs, to boost matching rates, deception and concealment become inevitable,” Yu Xing said coolly. “I’m a matchmaker. I want my bonus. I’m one match short. If I hide just one flaw in the man or woman, the pair is ‘matched.’ Don’t you think that happens?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng froze. He glanced at the vandalized ads on the desk—commercial behavior… of course it happens!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve been researching them, searching their info. I just found out last year one company publicly claimed online dating had the highest user payment rate of any internet sub-industry—once nearing 80%,” Yu Xing shrugged. “That’s absurdly high.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But online dating has grown rapidly these past few years. This growth created an illusion: they believe they have massive users and data, enough to replace the natural process of getting to know someone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The more I studied, the more I realized—this industry doesn’t need to be so internet-driven. Pushing it this way only multiplies deception.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing looked at Song Yufeng. “So, the first gossip for ‘those things’ can be us exposing dating sites built on deception. If we create enough impact, victims will come forward to testify.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng was stunned. “Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing asked, “What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng stammered, “Yu Zong, you want to destroy the online dating industry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t that a bit too dark!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First sell the company to online dating sites, then turn around and expose their deceptive practices. If enough victims speak up, trust—already fragile—will collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without user trust, how can online dating brands or the entire industry operate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Destroying the industry might sound exaggerated, but it could easily set it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing slammed his hand on the desk. “Who tore our ads?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng: “….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing sighed. “If an industry can be destroyed so easily by someone like me, then it never had much meaning to begin with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng was nearly convinced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally asked, “Yu Zong, won’t this be dangerous?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing said, “Are you afraid of hard bones?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng’s hard bones suddenly wanted to soften.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing said seriously, “I believe this company has a great chance of succeeding. When it does, you can make a dazzling transition from behind the camera to in front of it. You could even get interviewed by Tencent. Bring back Kong Huilin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng slowly nodded. No tiger’s den, no tiger’s cub. Hard bones must stand to earn.\u003C\u002Fp>",1321,"2026-06-19T22:51:34.189Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d156f5718c42a167db7efbab7f17bf707062e35fc55b80820d94d0b0783cb04d","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-57","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-55",328,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwhat-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-cover.jpg"]