Chapter 111
Chapter 111: This Is the Comment Section, Not No Man’s Land!
It had to be said—Sheng Qing Hong’s looks were basically a cheat code.
30,000-a-seat tickets sold out in a blink. Sheng Qing Hong personally handed each ticket to the buyers, one by one, and tucked in the IKD Flight Group brochures he’d had printed in a rush the day before.
The brochure cover was a full-body assault: Sheng Qing Hong in a skintight black outfit that showed off every line of muscle, lounging lazily against a private red hover car. The shot was so pretty and cinematic it looked like something you’d cut out and hide under your pillow.
Inside was a glossy spread of IKD’s products—aircraft, hover cars, wireless flyers, gliders, and more.
“Sweethearts,” Qian Qi purred, “in three days we’re running a glider and single-seat hover car sale. Discounted prices, thoughtful features. And if you buy on the day, you can even get a 185-centimeter male model to accompany you while you practice—free of charge~”
She winked at the women. “At IKD, being considerate is the whole point!”
“Yeah,” one female awakener said, giving a thumbs-up. “So considerate. If I make it back, I’ll definitely come support you in three days.”
“And you can bring your besties, too~” Qian Qi added, giving them a look that said she understood everything. “Good stuff should be shared!”
“Hahaha!”
The other women nearby laughed and raised their thumbs. “IKD is hilarious!”
The awakeners who’d bought return tickets headed into the dungeon to hunt the boss. The ones who’d missed out hovered around, asking anxiously, “Seriously, no tickets left? Can’t you sell just one more?”
As they spoke, their eyes kept flicking to Sheng Qing Hong, who’d sold out and was now hiding behind Qian Qi.
The man was all hard muscle—women stared with open hunger, men stared with jealous resentment. Even some male awakeners couldn’t stop sneaking looks.
Qian Qi put on a troubled expression. “Well… about that…”
A male awakener stepped forward, voice sharp. “Hey, little brother—why are you only selling tickets to female awakeners? IKD planning to do business with women only?”
He jabbed a finger at the booth. “Or are you saying men don’t have spending power?”
“That’s not—” Qian Qi stammered, suddenly flustered. She glanced back, pleading, at Sheng Qing Hong, who’d already shrugged on his coat.
“What’s going on?” Sheng Qing Hong strode over with natural authority. “Why are you arguing with customers? Did you forget IKD’s service philosophy?”
“Boss…” Qian Qi said awkwardly. “We only printed thirty tickets. We wanted to prioritize the ladies, but now a lot of women didn’t get any, and the men think we’re being stingy…”
“I see.” Sheng Qing Hong tapped his chin, thinking. Then he swept a hand out. “Then we won’t limit it to tickets. Anyone with an IKD brochure can pay inside the dungeon and board directly.”
“But—” Qian Qi burst out, genuinely alarmed. “We’re staying inside for two days! If you personally fly the helicopter that whole time, your body won’t hold up!”
“It’s fine,” Sheng Qing Hong said firmly. “That’s what IKD’s person in charge should do.”
Qian Qi’s brows knitted. “Our aircraft have great endurance, sure, and we’ve stocked enough energy. But lots of awakeners will bring magic beast corpses on board. That increases our losses. We need more profit to make up for it, which means… we’d have to raise ticket prices.”
“No.” Sheng Qing Hong’s tone went iron-hard. “Business is built on trust. I’m not raising prices on the spot.”
“Boss—” Qian Qi’s voice went dramatic, almost wailing. “Think about it! We’ll lose money like this!”
Sheng Qing Hong frowned, then snapped his fingers as if the answer had been there all along. “Fine. We’ll release another hundred limited special tickets. If you pay now at the original price, you can bring one magic beast corpse out of the dungeon for free, using your payment proof. If you pay inside the dungeon, each magic beast corpse costs an extra five thousand in hauling fees!”
The moment they heard “pay outside, no hauling fee,” the crowd went feral.
“I’m buying! I’m buying! Hey—don’t cut!”
“Who shoved me? Damn it! Don’t fight me!”
They’d never seen this kind of “scripted” marketing play before. Terrified IKD would change its mind once it felt it was losing out, they rushed to shove money into Qian Qi’s POS terminal. Employees who’d been staged in advance filed out from the cabin in IKD uniforms and took over, guiding the chaos like professionals.
Qian Qi watched the frenzy with a barely-there curl of her lips. She shot a glance at the hired videographer-editor nearby. He nodded once and slipped away.
An hour later, the dungeon forum exploded. A video titled something like “Pretty Face + Muscle Bomb” went viral, and the comments turned into a stampede:
— Holy shit, where is this? How does a guy that handsome even exist?
— Looks like the Early Cloud Mountain dungeon. I didn’t go because of the flight restriction. My god… what did I miss?!
— Those muscles. That body. That face. I heard he’s IKD’s young heir? He’s personally out here serving the rest of us? I’m coming right now.
— Hah. High-level wallet manipulation. I’m not falling for it. I’m just going to… go look at him in person.
— Are aviation companies this competitive now? Give me more. There’s not enough to look at!
Female awakeners across the country saw the video and immediately decided to head to the Early Cloud Mountain dungeon for a spontaneous trip. The muscle hunk wasn’t the only reason, either—word was IKD helicopters would actually fly into the dungeon to pick people up, and everyone wanted to see if it was real.
Going now also meant getting the latest information firsthand. If the dungeon’s clear difficulty wasn’t too high, they could leave by IKD’s aircraft. And if the route truly worked, they could enter before other teams and hunt the boss.
Meanwhile, male awakeners sprinted toward Xia City, excited about the upcoming glider and hover car showcase—and thrilled by the idea of getting into the dungeon at all.
That day, Xia City flooded with awakeners. And it wasn’t just awakeners, either. Plenty of ordinary people with no awakening skills came too—part tourism, part curiosity, part “let me see that guy.”
“Little Sheng,” Qian Qi said once ticket sales had stabilized, checking the time, “keep working. I’ve got something to handle. Remember—eight p.m. sharp, you fly into the dungeon and bring the passengers back.”
Sheng Qing Hong glanced at the time. It was only six-thirty.
He didn’t understand how she could be so certain the dungeon would be cleared by eight, but every piece of her Plan C had landed so far. He swallowed his doubts and decided to trust her.
He was about to say something—some kind of gratitude, some kind of acknowledgment—when Qian Qi’s expression snapped into stern.
“And one more thing.”
She jabbed a finger at him. “Why did you put your coat back on? Take it off. I’m not asking you to strip naked. Just show your arms. What are you scared of?”
She looked him up and down like a disappointed coach. “Learn from me. It’s just a little bit of selling your looks. Don’t be allergic to money.”
Sheng Qing Hong: …
He took off his coat, looking faintly aggrieved. He never imagined that after a lifetime of wealth, he’d one day be forced to rely on his face and body just to keep his company from collapsing.
—
Inside the Early Cloud Mountain dungeon, teams of awakeners were already spreading out. Some who’d charged in over the last two days were hunting magic beasts with practiced efficiency.
Qian Qi flashed them an apologetic smile through the thin veil of clouds… then bared Little White’s excited, unhinged fangs and sprinted straight toward the Shakyamuni Devil Vine boss.
This time she didn’t mess around.
When eight o’clock hit, she dropped from above like a meteor and smashed the Shakyamuni Devil Vine boss into pulp, earning a toxic gas attribute bonus.
In that instant, every awakener inside the dungeon felt it—a sudden, collective jolt.
The dungeon had been cleared.
They all froze.
What?
How?
They’d only been inside an hour and a half.
Some of them hadn’t even seen a single magic beast.
And it was over?
Outside, Sheng Qing Hong—already tense—waited until the clock struck eight. He hurriedly pulled his coat back on, climbed into the helicopter, and flew into the Early Cloud Mountain dungeon under a sea of stares and livestreams.
The people who’d stayed outside—awakeners and civilians alike—clustered near the entrance, watching and whispering, eager to see whether IKD’s helicopter could really bring everyone back safely.
Because if it could…
A lot of things would change.
For example—of all things—housing prices.