I met my whole family through Baidu Tieba.

Shen Kang glanced at Long Yuewen again and saw that her eyes were firm. It was clear that she was, as Ma Xiaofeng had said, quite traditional at heart, and his "lecherous theory" was not so easy to convince her.

Ma Xiaofeng leaned closer and quietly advised, "Teacher Shen, I think we should just forget about it. Knowing her as I do, she would never accept it."

It seems so… Shen Kang was thinking when he caught a glimpse of Ma Xiaofeng beside him out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly a thought struck him.

Then, he said loudly, "Ma Xiaofeng, you're right. When you're poor, you have to think about change; change leads to success."

"?"

Ma Xiaofeng was stunned, thinking to herself, "How could Teacher Shen be talking nonsense and slandering someone out of thin air? When did I say any of those things? Isn't this wronging someone?"

Shen Kang ignored him and continued, "Your family is indeed a good example. If your family hadn't been so poor back then, unable to make a living in the village, you wouldn't have left. If you hadn't ventured out and taken a chance, how could you have the wonderful life you have today? The same principle applies to Miao ethnic costumes."

Long Yuewen's eyes were originally firm, and she was determined that no matter what Shen Kang said, she would not agree to change the style of the costume for the shoot.

But upon hearing this, I was taken aback.

Shen Kang's words truly struck a chord with her: Sometimes, she had wondered if her parents, instead of staying in the village back then, had left to make their way in the world like Ma Xiaofeng's family, their family's standard of living might be different now.

This incident, inadvertently, contrasts with the current phenomenon of "Miao ethnic costumes."

She, who insists on staying in the village, is like her parents who insisted on remaining there; Shen Kang, who insists on changing her clothes and exposing her shoulders, is like Ma Xiaofeng's family who chose to leave their hometown to make their way in the world...

Long Yuewen fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, Shen Kang knew it had worked, so he remained silent for the time being, letting Long Yuewen figure it out herself.

After waiting for a while, Long Yuewen spoke up: "Shen Kang, you said you're an old..."

She hesitated for a moment, then ultimately didn't say the word, leaving it unsaid, "So you understand their thoughts. But isn't that just wishful thinking on your part?"

Although the problem was similar to the previous one, Shen Kang keenly noticed the change in the focus of the new problem—before, Long Yuewen had tried to dissuade him with similar questions, with the ultimate goal of refusing to show his shoulders.

Now, the focus of the dragon and moon pattern has shifted.

She's not so averse to showing her shoulders anymore.

Her biggest concern now is whether her market assessment is accurate, or if it's just wishful thinking on her part.

Such a change is a significant improvement, Shen Kang thought to himself, and then said, "I am confident in my judgment of the market. Of course, if you are not at ease, we can conduct an experiment on the spot."

Shen Kang pointed to the library next door, saying, "There's a library right here, with an electronic reading room. Let's go in now, set up a computer, and I'll post a new thread on the Beiming Community. If it gets a significant increase in popularity in a short time, it means I really understand this market. If the new post doesn't get much attention, it means I don't understand the market. What do you think?"

Long Yuewen thought about it carefully, nodded, and said, "This is a good idea."

Just as Shen Kang judged, she no longer vehemently refused to show her shoulders, but there were still doubts about Shen Kang's judgment.

After all, Long Yuewen herself truly believed that traditional Miao ethnic costumes were the most classic and the most beautiful.

Only if Shen Kang proves that he truly understands this market can she finally make up her mind to do everything according to his instructions.

"Okay, it's settled then."

After making the agreement, the two stopped filming for the time being and headed to the electronic reading room in the library.

On the way, Shen Kang even took out his phone and sent text messages while looking down.

Long Yuewen was quite tactful and didn't ask who he was texting, so naturally he wouldn't lean over to take a look.

Pity.

If Long Yuewen were to lean over and take a look, she would know what this beast is doing right now.

"Ma Liang, are you there? Don't call, just reply to my text message." This was the first text message Shen Kang sent.

After sending it, I quickly received a text message reply.

"Yes, boss. What's up?"

"I'll post something later using the account 'General Manager Wang of AAA Building Materials Wholesale,' the URL is at Qianmin University, please keep an eye on it. If the post doesn't get much attention, please manipulate the popularity, and be careful not to overdo it." This was Shen Kang's second text message.

Ma Liang immediately replied with a short message, just two words.

"receive."

After communicating with the other party, Shen Kang put away his phone and leisurely followed the two into the library, arriving at the electronic reading room.

The electronic reading room was quite crowded at this time, with most people's attention focused on their respective computers.

However, as soon as Shen Kang and his group entered, many people glanced at them out of the corner of their eyes and unconsciously looked up in that direction—mainly because that Miao ethnic costume was too eye-catching in such an environment.

In addition, the dragon and moon pattern itself is beautiful, making it even more eye-catching.

"You can tell a thing or two from everyone's reaction here."

As the three walked and searched for an empty machine, Shen Kang whispered to Long Yuewen beside him, "Adding Miao elements to your design is definitely going to attract a lot of attention."

Long Yuewen also glanced around discreetly, noticing many more people looking at her with surprise than usual. This did indeed give her more confidence in the "new job" that Shen Kang had arranged for her.

After wandering around for most of the way, the three of them finally found an empty machine in a relatively far back spot.

Shen Kang was there to test his market judgment, so he sat down without hesitation.

Long Yuewen turned on the computer with her student ID, then logged in with her internet account. She then stepped aside and watched Shen Kang operate the computer with Ma Xiaofeng.

Shen Kang opened the Beiming Community, logged into his alternate account "aaa Building Materials Wholesale Boss Wang", entered the Yangke University square, and was about to post when suddenly his hands stopped on the keyboard. He turned his head and looked at Long Yuewen and the other woman.

"How about we make it a bit more difficult? The forum is too popular, so it's easy for my posts to become trending, which doesn't really show my accurate market judgment. There are also many interest-based communities in the Beiming Community. Why don't you specify one and I'll post there?"

"In that case, if my posts still manage to gain popularity, or even break out of the interest community and into the main forum, it will further prove my market judgment. You can then trust me even more."

Long Yuewen had only heard of the Beiming Community before, but didn't know anything about its specific environment.

Shen Kang then explained it to her again, and she finally understood, and realized even more how valuable Shen Kang's suggestion was.

"Okay, let's do it this way."

After Long Yuewen accepted, the next step was to assign Shen Kang an interest-based community.

Shen Kang then spoke up again, offering a reminder and proactively increasing the difficulty for himself, "It would be best to choose some niche, serious sections with very low traffic."

With "good family" taking care of him there, he's confident that even if he were to go to a super niche forum with only 5 daily active users, he could make his posts go viral.

After thinking for a moment, Long Yuewen finally specified a section for Shen Kang: "Military section. Does this section exist?"

"have."

Shen Kang still remembered the military section of the Beiming Community. Last time, he replied there with "To defend the Yangtze River, we must defend the Gulf of Mexico," which got quite a bit of attention.

However, that time I was replying to someone else's post, this time I'm posting it myself.

Shen Kang clicked into the military interest community and pondered: What kind of post should I make...?

After a moment's thought, his gaze unconsciously swept across the screen and he saw several posts discussing the J-10.

This month, the J-10 finally made its first public appearance at an airshow to showcase its capabilities.

According to the standards of China and the Northern Big Brother, this aircraft belongs to the third generation; according to the standards of Europe and the United States, this aircraft belongs to the fourth generation.

Many military enthusiasts are quite excited about this, as evidenced by the posts made by users on the Beiming Community.

"Got it."

Seeing these posts discussing the J-10, Shen Kang had an idea.

Then, I started writing this post.

This post is quite difficult to write, and there's a lot of content. Shen Kang's hands flew across the keyboard.

Long Yuewen stood to the side and looked on.

At first, her complexion seemed normal.

But as Shen Kang's fingers flew across the page, line after line of text appeared. Long Yuewen's gaze swept over the lines of text, and his expression gradually became strange.

Ma Xiaofeng, who was also watching from the side, had an increasingly strange expression on her face.

Ma Xiaofeng couldn't help but glance at Shen Kang, who was diligently typing away, several times.

Teacher Shen, besides being a student, do you also have a side job writing articles about Liu Bei? ...

Under the combined influence of the two men, Shen Kang's fingers flew across the keyboard, and he finished writing the entire post before sending it out.

……

Under the same night sky, on the other side of Yangcheng, in a student dormitory

Wu Chenhui sat at his desk, took a couple of sips of tea in his left hand, then put it down and continued reading the posts in front of him, looking quite relaxed.

Compared to when he was hyping up experience vouchers, he is indeed quite leisurely now. Sometimes, Wu Chenhui even has the illusion that he has already entered his retirement life ahead of schedule.

This makes him occasionally reminisce about the time when he was promoting trial vouchers.

Unfortunately, I can't go back.

Wu Chenhui shook his head, closed the post in front of him, and continued searching in this military interest community, intending to see if there were any new posts about the J-10.

He's a bit of a military enthusiast, though he doesn't usually frequent military interest communities. However, the recent public unveiling of the J-10 fighter jet has really excited many military enthusiasts and semi-military enthusiasts in China, so Wu Chenhui has been visiting the military section more often lately, especially reading posts about the J-10.

And it was at this moment, while searching for related posts, that Wu Chenhui came across a new post that immediately caught his attention.

The main problem is that the title is a bit too clickbait—"I'm starting to fantasize again, fantasizing that the J-10 is the strongest fourth-generation fighter jet, kicking the Rafale and punching typhoons."

"Wow, that's quite the imagination."

Wu Chenhui muttered something to himself.

He has also been reading a lot of news and related information about the J-10, as well as various discussions surrounding it.

In these discussions, the Rafale, also a fourth-generation fighter jet, is often compared with the J-10.

In this comparison, everyone's opinions are actually quite similar:

Although both are fourth-generation fighters, the Rafale was developed earlier and has more mature technology. It is also significantly superior to the J-10 in avionics and multi-role applications.

The poster actually claimed that the J-10 could "kick the Rafale" and "punch the typhoon"?

It really was just a fantasy.

This fantasy piqued Wu Chenhui's interest, so he clicked on it, wanting to see what else the poster could conjure up. Or perhaps, what real-world basis supported such a fantasy?

Upon entering the post, Wu Chenhui noticed that the post's format was quite obvious.

The first paragraph is a background introduction.

It is indeed fantasy. In the background description, the poster has already imagined that more than ten years later, neighboring India has already purchased Rafale fighter jets. And Pakistan, which has always been at odds with India, has also purchased J-10s from China. More than ten years later, the J-10 is no longer the current version, but has evolved into the J-10C.

After the background introduction, the second paragraph is the poster's fantasy time:

"Ghost meat~ Ghost meat~ Useless minibus~? It really is just ghost meat~?"

The Rafale fighter jets were brazenly provoking the enemy.

"That's enough... There should be a limit to nonsense..."

Seeing the unbridled provocation from the Bharat Air Force, the J-10C clenched its fists.

"Useless minibus~ It's even made a mess of the airspace... Huh? What's this...?"

The J-10C used its onboard phased array radar to lock firmly onto the Rafale, unable to break free.

The J-10C suddenly raised its broad and sturdy wings, and a huge object stood proudly, leaving the Rafale stunned.

"This is... Thunderbolt 15? You can't be kidding me..." Gust of Wind stared at the massive Thunderbolt missile, his throat bobbing. "How could it be so big? It can't get in?"

"Hmph... Today I'll show you, you Frenchman, the power of advanced long-range air-to-air missiles!"

Before the Rafale could react, a powerful fire control radar wave struck the Rafale's fuselage, causing the radar warning lights to malfunction and become disoriented.

"Ugh... there... no... even Father (referring to the French mechanic) hasn't touched it yet!"

The Rafale fighter jet rolled its eyes.

As the alarm screeched, wave after wave of radar beams were injected into her fuselage.

The electronic jamming and surface-to-air missile sites did not stop either, but instead restrained the airborne electronic equipment and flight envelope, causing the Rafale fighter jet to perform continuous up-and-down maneuvers, reaching wave after wave of extreme overload.

"The machine's condition is quite stable... Oh? Radar detection range? Could this be your weakness...?"

While forcefully firing a PL-15 missile, the J-10C said jokingly.

"Brother...no...the foreign exchange (referring to the expensively imported fighter jets) will be ruined!"

The Rafale was now utterly powerless to resist, its eyes rolled back, its wings forming a V-sign, completely at the mercy of the J-10C...

Wu Chenhui was reading a rather long post when he picked up his tea and started drinking it.

After watching for a short while, he uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of tea.

Fortunately, he adjusted his direction in time, and managed to shoot it onto the dormitory floor instead of the computer.

He then coughed repeatedly, and it took him a long time to finally stop.

Finally, I continued reading silently until I finished the post.

"..."

Wu Chenhui remained silent.

What exactly did he see?

After a moment of silence, Wu Chenhui typed a reply to the post.

The reply was simple—"????"

As Wu Chenhui replied, the post was refreshed, and Wu Chenhui saw more replies.

"?"

"????"

"?????????"

……

At the same time, at Yangke University, Ma Liang had returned from study room 302 and was sitting at his desk in his dormitory with a computer in front of him, which was already logged into the backend management interface of the Beiming Community.

He was doing something else.

After receiving two text messages from Shen Kang, he finally opened the backend management interface of Beiming Community, ready to do the things his boss had asked him to do.

With information provided by the boss, Shen Kang had just posted the message, and he had already located it and seen the post.

"...The Tai Chi Eight Directions."

Boss Ma Liangjue's writing is quite good.

It was clearly a battle between two fighter jets—or so it seemed?—but it somehow made him hard!

Ma Liang couldn't help but leave a comment below, expressing his own thoughts.

"The Tai Chi Eight Directions have been reached."

Ma Liang was satisfied after sending the reply.

Ma Liang's reply was a bit late.

After Ma Liang sent his reply, the post received more replies, and it was no longer the uniform "????" replies that were common at the beginning.

"Usually when we post a question mark, it's not because we don't understand, but because we feel you have a problem—this post perfectly illustrates this point."

"Is this something a human could write?"

"I really admire this poster. What kind of mental state was they in to write something like this?"

"Is this still Earth? It seems that human civilization is doomed this time."

"To be honest, I'm getting hard."

I'm begging you!

"Everyone else has fake canard wings, but this is a real canard wing. It's too canard-like."

……

Behind these replies, in the scattered dormitories of Yangko University of Science and Technology, as these replies were sent out, college students were either laughing so hard that tears streamed down their faces, or laughing so hard that they couldn't stop.