Chapter 862 - 881: If This Were My Daughter? (Then I’d Wake Up Laughing in My Dreams)
Chapter 862: Chapter 881: If This Were My Daughter? (Then I’d Wake Up Laughing in My Dreams)
The tide of public opinion had completely turned. It was all virtual to begin with. Once the smoke cleared, the instigation was stripped away, and proper guidance was given, people regained their senses and realized— "What was I doing before? What was I thinking? There isn’t even any dirt on her here."
If they actually used their brains, the streamer’s behavior was completely normal. Factoring in her age, was it an exaggeration to call her a brilliant young talent? Not at all. If they put themselves in the shoes of an elder and imagined having a child like Jiang Qiuqiu in their own family, would they be angry?
An eighty-year-old middle-aged netizen fantasized:
"Ah, my daughter, just in her early twenties, got into Federation University! A dual major! Two majors! Plus, we don’t even have to pay her tuition, and she turns around and buys us gifts to honor us.
"Not only that, but after starting college, she met my idols—so many of my idols—and even received their praise!
"She’s independent enough to undergo treatment alone, assertive enough to withdraw from the competition on her own terms, and possesses a kind heart.
"In that case...
"Excuse me, but my ancestral tombs would be smoking with so many blessings it’d reach thirty stories high just to give us enough face!
"I’d be waking up laughing from my dreams. Even at four in the morning, I’d be hugging my blanket, laughing my head off, too excited to sleep."
Putting themselves in the perspective of having her as a daughter, everyone suddenly felt she was extraordinarily outstanding.
[I apologize for my stubbornness.]
[I was too one-sided.]
[The internet is terrifying. Once you get sucked in, you stop thinking.]
[Exactly! Our Juju never starts drama for no reason!]
Indeed. Once things were talked out and the trolls backed down, it seemed everyone could communicate normally again. The Ju people didn’t hold grudges. As long as you praised Juju, you were their best friend. Sweetly calling them "aunts" and "uncles," they melted the hearts of the middle-aged netizens. Those who had said harsh things felt ashamed, and being addressed so affectionately made them blush with flattery.
[I’m so ashamed. I forgot she’s just a young girl.]
[...I’m ashamed too. I praise my own brat to high heaven for going to some no-name college down the street, so how could I bring myself to call a Federation University student worthless??]
Yeah. This feeling of being incited felt like being put under a spell. So... who had incited them? Who was the mastermind behind this public opinion war? This had now become everyone’s most pressing question.
SMASH.
Wen Jun hurled his teacup against the wall. The precious ceramic cup, exquisite but fragile, shattered into pieces the moment it made impact. The loud crash made his secretary instinctively take a step back. That single step drew Wen Jun’s gaze. His eyes were devoid of warmth, brimming with murderous intent.
The secretary instantly dropped to his knees. "Boss, I was wrong."
"You are indeed wrong. Your mistake is that it’s been this long, and you still haven’t solved the problem. Are your brains full of shit? With all the funding approved every year and people backing us from above, this is how you handle things?"
"There were several Admirals who—"
"What Admirals?" Wen Jun stood up. "Just a few retired old geezers. And our contact is a coward. He didn’t even dare to step up. So what if he pulled out? What difference does it make?"
His tone held absolutely no respect for Old General Yuan and the others.
"Then what do we do—"
What were they supposed to do now? Completely destroying Jiang Qiuqiu’s social standing was now virtually impossible. Just as the two were speaking, Wen Jun’s terminal rang. He raised his hand to glance at it, and his expression shifted slightly. It was an SSS Level encrypted message.
"Get out."
"Yes, sir." The secretary fled the office like he was running for his life. His heart went THUMP, THUMP. If he didn’t already know too much, he wouldn’t want to keep working here at all.