Investment Cashback, Billionaire God [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6 Album Preparation

Chapter 6 Album Preparation

The forum was divided into several major sections including casual discussions, strategy sharing, and black market trading. Fang Zhuo first skimmed through the forum rules and discovered that both answering questions in replies and creating new guides could earn substantial Points, which could be used to purchase weapons and various Superpowers from the system store.

The forum’s black market also supported exchanging cash for Points, though the prices were astonishingly high, making it far too cost-ineffective for his current situation.

He searched for posts about entertainment-oriented dimensions, and the first hot post that popped up was about BC35 Star Federation.

[OP: Used a thousand Points to buy an escape card and finally fled from BC35.

Nineteen operators before me have died in this world probably a system record. Anyone want to hear the full story?]

[Don’t keep us in suspense, OP, spill it. [1 Point tipped]]

[19?? Seriously? Show us your operation log screenshot. @Moderator, come quick and ban this post for false information]

[Reply to above: It’s most likely true. You know how hard it is to save up a thousand Points. These masters are usually specially dispatched by the main system, way more experienced than the keyboard warriors here who only know how to talk big]

[OP: Let me explain the background first. The core supporting characters in BC35 have been reborn, and it’s not just one person it’s at least an organized group.

They seem to be aware of operators’ existence, or maybe they mistake us for those who come to correct the plot.So they are extremely sensitive almost pathologically so about talent agencies approaching other major characters.

I barely managed to sign a minor idol during my second week there. Just when I was about to make him famous, he jumped off a building… Before his suicide, he sent me an urgent email with only nine words ]

[What were the nine words? Waiting! [1 Point tipped]]

[Holy shit, this is chilling. OP, you sure know how to build suspense]

[To the constipated poster who can’t finish their story: [1 Point tipped]]

[OP: The handwritten message said: ‘If I die, you’ll be safe.’

After his death, police found thousands of hate emails in his inbox. The senders clearly knew about his fragile mental state and kept threatening to bankrupt my company if he didn’t terminate his contract.

Surveillance footage showed him secretly meeting someone the day before his death the person wore sunglasses, a mask, and a hat, never showing their face…

The day after his death, I immediately used my card to escape the dimension]

[My hair is standing on end, stop with the horror stories]

[I found several other posts about BC35 in the forum

【Can any kind soul tip me some Points? I’ve used all my cash and don’t want to die yet. Completely hopeless now, does anyone know how to clear a space entertainment dimension with altered plot?】

【Haven’t eaten in three days, haha. Never thought I’d be begging on the streets after clearing over ten dimensions】

OP wasn’t lying, this is truly nightmare difficulty]

[This post is already two months old. Has any master managed to clear BC35?]

Fang Zhuo scrolled to the last comment without finding anyone else sharing successful experiences. Though information about BC35 was limited, this was most likely the world he currently found himself in.

This post was pinned on the homepage, one of several marked “hot,” and had earned the poster a total of 49 Points in rewards a gratifying return.

Fang Zhuo posted a new thread in the discussion section: [Newbie streaming a one-life Speedrun of BC35, progress updates at irregular intervals.]

Over a dozen notifications popped up in the backend instantly. He didn’t care what kind of uproar he might stir up on the forum, casually switching over to StarNet to search for a few short videos on anti-pyramid schemes and mental health, which he then shared in the Giant Entertainment artists’ group chat.

A flood of “received” responses appeared in the group. Seizing the opportunity, Qiao Ankuang privately messaged him: [Boss, are you free? Could you accompany me to the Ancient Blue Star Music Museum?]

The two met up at the spacecraft station. From Qiao Ankuang’s somewhat embarrassed explanation, Fang Zhuo learned that the two million transferred earlier had been spent entirely on the very first day.

Fang Zhuo considered himself quite generous with investments, but it was clear that artists passionate about music were even more unrestrained when it came to spending.

“I bought sampled audio tracks of the guqin from a private collector, upgraded my recording equipment, and also bought a xun. Do you know how hard it is to find a xun?”

Qiao Ankuang became exceptionally talkative when discussing these topics, bringing his fingers to his lips in a mimed playing gesture.

“It’s an instrument from Ancient Blue Star thousands of years ago, and it nearly went extinct at one point. I visited five or six private music shops before finally getting a replica.”

Qiao Ankuang pointed toward the music museum not far away and rubbed his hands together nervously. “Boss, I also want to rent a replica of a bianzhong. It’s currently on display there.”

Fang Zhuo grinned and pointed at himself. “You want me to somehow get the exhibit out for you?”

He slipped one hand into his pocket. “Teacher Qiao, I think it’d be better if we came back in the middle of the night. Stealing it sounds more feasible than borrowing.”

Qiao Ankuang was so embarrassed by his words he could have sunk into the ground.

After a moment of thought, Fang Zhuo asked, “Can your recording equipment be used elsewhere?”

Although Qiao Ankuang didn’t understand why his boss was asking, he nodded honestly. “Of course.”

Fang Zhuo patted him on the back and strode inside first.

“Hello, I’m a director of Giant Entertainment. I’d like to sponsor the museum under the company’s name. Could I speak directly with your curator to discuss the specific sponsorship amount?”

The receptionist looked up and sized him up briefly before nodding quickly. “This way, sir. Please wait in the reception area. Our curator will be with you shortly.”

While waiting, Fang Zhuo quietly observed the reception room’s decor.

It clearly hadn’t been renovated in at least thirty years the fabric on the sofa edges was frayed, and the lighting still used outdated smart switches. Everything felt worn and dated.

Although Ancient Blue Star music had a dedicated following in modern society, few young people actively visited museums to learn about its cultural background. The museum’s daily operations relied mainly on meager government funding.

Fang Zhuo was confident that the amount he planned to offer would not disappoint.

The curator was a woman in her sixties, accompanied by two young assistants.

Fang Zhuo stood up first to greet her and got straight to the point. “Hello, our company is planning to produce a promotional short film popularizing Ancient Blue Star music. We’d like to sponsor your museum with twenty million.”

“You will need to provide a venue for our staff to conduct a week-long filming and music sampling session. We mainly wish to borrow the bianzhong chime bells, and the final edited footage can be shared with you free of charge.”

“We will also simultaneously release a gufeng-style music single. If it’s convenient for you, we can jointly release it your museum only needs to be credited.”

The elderly woman exchanged a glance with her assistant.

How much? Twenty million?

Just by simply providing the venue and lending the bianzhong for a week, they could even have their museum’s name credited on the music, and the promotional video would be handed over to them for free.

Was money really this easy to come by?

The government only allocated eight million per year for their daily operations. If they overspent by even a hundred thousand, they had to submit a lengthy report. Yet here was someone offering more than two years of their museum’s budget in one go what a generous benefactor.

The elderly woman’s smile deepened, the wrinkles around her eyes crinkling. In her eyes, Fang Zhuo had now transformed into a gleaming money tree.

She beamed and gave her assistant a meaningful look behind her someone, enshrine our golden sponsor.

Not only the museum director, but even Qiao Ankuang’s eyes widened in astonishment. Had he known the boss could casually produce twenty million, he would have bundled all the other wind instruments from the music store last time.

Fang Zhuo shook hands with the museum director, both feeling they had struck an excellent deal.

Shortly after signing the sponsorship contract, the museum gathered all staff present that day. A dozen people swiftly cleared out the largest special exhibition hall, which not only housed the bianzhong but also considerately displayed other rare instruments like the qinxiao, dongxiao, and sheng.

Soft yellow spotlights illuminated the hall, making each artifact gleam brilliantly. Calligraphy and paintings adorned the walls, while the floor was covered with a retro-style carpet patterned with auspicious clouds.

The entire room seemed transformed into a banquet hall from millennia ago, with even the air carrying a faint scent of incense.

Qiao Ankuang stood in awe, carefully donning gloves to touch the massive bianzhong.

The actual artifact was even larger than he had imagined the frame towered over an adult’s head, and the bell surfaces were covered in intricate patterns that were awe-inspiring to behold.

“Director, may I strike it?”

The elderly woman kindly handed him an exquisitely crafted metal mallet. “Please, feel free. You may use any instrument here as you wish we have professionals responsible for maintenance.”

Her assistant bit her upper lip, tilting her head at a 45-degree angle to suppress laughter. Just last week, the director had been mildly upset when a child touched the bianzhong. Clearly, no one could uphold principles in the face of such overwhelming financial power.

After exchanging pleasantries with the elderly woman and politely seeing off several museum staff, Fang Zhuo initiated a call with Qin Yi:

[Have the four camera bodies and nine lenses I bought you last night arrived? Come to the Ancient Blue Star Music Museum I need you to shoot a four-minute MV.]

Before Qin Yi could reply, Qiao Ankuang interjected, “Boss, are you really making a short film? I thought you were just saying that to appease them.”

Leaning against the frame, Fang Zhuo glanced around the room. “Don’t you think it would be a waste not to film here?”

Qiao Ankuang wholeheartedly agreed.

Fang Zhuo moved quickly. By the time she arrived at the museum, it was nearly 5 p.m. Normally, museums would be preparing to close at this hour, but two men in sharp suits stood at the entrance as if waiting specifically for her. They bowed slightly.

“Ms. Qin Yi, please follow us.”

Qin Yi nodded cautiously, feeling somewhat uneasy about such an enthusiastic welcome.

After entering the museum, she was led through a VIP backstage passage, passing many rare exhibits not open to the public. Along the way, staff handed her water and snacks, leaving her utterly flattered.

The main hall was even more extravagant. The room suddenly brightened, illuminated by dazzling lights that made everything glitter magnificently.

The space was furnished with various wooden shelves, displaying an array of classical musical instruments in a seemingly haphazard yet artistic arrangement, resembling an ancient luthier’s workshop.

Qin Yi couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow!” She felt so overwhelmed she didn’t know where to put her hands and feet. Turning to Qiao Ankuang, she asked, “Does our boss really have such connections?”

Qiao Ankuang was busy organizing his recording equipment and physical Light Brain, preparing to complete his work in the exhibition hall.

In response, he gently rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, making a money gesture.

Qin Yi raised an eyebrow and smiled knowingly.

Before arriving, she had thought there wouldn’t be much to film about instruments that had been obsolete for thousands of years. But when she saw the actual bianzhong (chime bells) displayed in the center of the hall and observed the intricate carvings on the pipa (lute), inspiration struck instantly. After setting up the camera crane, she immediately focused on close-up, slow-motion shots of the pipa.

Her mind was already mapping out the entire MV’s storyboard. As she filmed, she casually sketched and noted details on her Light Brain.

Fang Zhuo had no interest in micromanaging her subordinates. She had already returned to her apartment and was lying in the bathtub, checking a post she had made on the System Forum earlier that morning.

In just one day, the post had garnered hundreds of replies, attracting the attention of all the long-term forum lurkers. The comments section was mixed some criticized her for being arrogant, others expressed sympathy, and there were even bets on how long it would take for her account to be banned.

The controversially titled post had earned her 57 Points in rewards. Regardless of whether the comments were mocking or sensational, the Points she gained were what truly mattered.

Although the previous poster who had used a card to clear the dimension hadn’t revealed much, the information was critical:

First, more than one person had been reborn; Ruan Zihan had other allies.

Second, the opposing side clearly employed underhanded tactics, showed no regard for human life, and would become dangerous if cornered.

She needed, at the very least, a means to protect herself.

After browsing the System Points Mall for a while, she realized her Points could only buy limited items. She couldn’t carry obvious weapons, but other offensive Superpowers were prohibitively expensive.

After much consideration, she finally spent 40 Points on what seemed like a rather niche ability.

[Congratulations, Host! You have acquired the Superpower [Bang, Mind Over Matter]: When you make a gun gesture with your right hand and silently think “Bang” in your mind, you can fire a Bullet.

This Bullet will simulate the trajectory of a real-world bullet, though its speed is half that of a physical Bullet and its Gunpowder load is reduced by half. However, it can temporarily paralyze the target’s heart for ten seconds upon impact.]

[Note: This superpower is a single-use ability. It will become invalid after one use. Please use with caution.]

Although this ability could only be used once, its advantage lay in catching the opponent off guard. If truly ambushed, it could easily achieve unexpected results.

At 11:30 PM, right after finishing tipping in Jian Yujing’s livestream, Fang Zhuo encountered the retaliatory trending topic targeting her.

[@MelonEaterTenthConcubine: #TongQingluPhotoFraud##ITOUCHGirlGroupBossSuspectedOfOrganizingProstitution##TongQingluRatTypeIdol##TongQingluPlasticSurgery#

Someone on the forum dug up old photos of the recently popular “Mall Sister,” looking completely different from her latest pictures.

Is it the station sister’s heavy photoshopping, or has Sister Tong gone under the knife until she’s sick of it? Sis, skip the makeup tutorials and just share the plastic surgery hospital and doctor in a video instead.Can I just say, the stage photo taken by the fan is indeed clear, but that only means no skin smoothing or filters were added it doesn’t mean the image wasn’t photoshopped. Feels like the earlier comments were totally led astray.]

[If she really looked like that in the photo, she’d have blown up ages ago.]

[A little-known fact: Plastic surgery requires a decent base to work with. This one’s rat-like foundation is so solid, even a hundred trips to the cold operating table couldn’t turn her into the photo version.]

[Suspected aging flop idol self-hyping. You can tell by how she hasn’t dared to go live since getting popular.]

[Photo faker, get out of Star Entertainment!! Emotional fraud]

Author’s Note:

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