Goddess Development Plan

"Extra, extra, from Hengxi to Dongyu! The biggest entertainment media in Hengxi-Dongyu, Starlight Entertainment Media, has gone bankrupt! That bastard boss Qian Ming, after squandering money on food, drink, gambling, and prostitutes, ran off with his mistress, leaving behind 350 million yuan in debt!! We had no choice but to accept company shares in place of wages! Stock that used to be worth 70 yuan per share—now all going for twenty bucks! Just twenty bucks!! Qian Ming, you bastard! You're not even human! We worked our butts off for over half a year without getting paid! Give us back our blood and sweat! Pay us back!!"

—A desperate plea from the employees of Starlight Entertainment Media, denouncing their boss Qian Ming's fraudulent escape.

Right from the start, Chu Lian borrowed a certain meme from her previous world, tweaked it, and placed it front and center on the first page of her paper. After reading through it with a few satisfied nods, she continued typing the rest.

"Qian Ming, you bastard, not only did you toy with my body, you toyed with my feelings too! That day you invited me out to hang, then did all those things to me in the hotel, and later you even denied it and beat me up! Then the other day you called me over again, saying you wanted to apologize and make it up to me—but you just took me to some rundown motel and forced yourself on me again! Do you know? He even made me roleplay Little Red Riding Hood! And in the end, he didn't even give me a hundred yuan! So disgusting, so cruel, I'll never trust him again!"

—A tip provided by a certain unnamed man! Qian Ming, are you even human? You didn't even give him a hundred yuan!

Chu Lian threw all this in purely to disgust Starlight Media. She didn't expect it to have much impact, but if it made people chuckle and, in that moment, associate the company with something bad, she considered it a win.

Of course, it might also give the company some free publicity, but she was determined to destroy its reputation. Ideally, she wanted it to go truly bankrupt. If not, then she would make sure their name became absolutely rotten. The more people who knew about them, the better—she didn't care one bit.

And this time, she planned to use the "Bunbunmaru Newspaper" as her weapon of revenge. Even if she couldn't publish daily, she'd release an issue at least once a week to make them suffer.

"Bunbunmaru Newspaper: As Gensokyo's 'most reliable,' 'most principled,' and 'most accurate' 'Three Best Newspaper,' we are committed to delivering the freshest news with the fastest home delivery service, giving you the best possible experience. Redemption cost: 29,999."

"Effect: Spend 30,000 Integrity Points to activate. Converts Integrity Points into newspaper copies at a 1:1 ratio, randomly distributing them alongside the designated newspaper. Designating each newspaper requires an additional 10,000 Integrity Points. No regional restrictions (automatically translated for different language areas). Newspaper content must adhere to the three absolutes: absolute 'fairness,' absolute 'accuracy,' and absolute 'non-gossip.'"

"Heheheh... So you thought you could keep ambushing me, treat me like I'm easy prey to knead and mold? Your biggest mistake was not only placing undue expectations on me, but also trying to control Ayase. You're the ones who brought this on yourselves..." With a "gentle" smile on her lips, she continued typing.

"I'm a woman born in the 1950s, now almost sixty-five, yet I still carry a hint of allure. After all, back in the day I was the flower of Bayu, admired by countless men—the line of suitors behind me stretched nine streets long."

"But in the end, I chose a plain and honest man and married him, settling into rural life. I thought I would live a quiet and uneventful life, letting go of my past charm."

"But I never expected, just when all my hopes had almost withered away, that I would meet him."

"It was a romantic night. Rain poured outside. My husband had gone to the market earlier and hadn't made it back before dark, leaving me home alone..."

"I was watching TV, and the locked front door was suddenly opened from the outside with a key. I thought my husband had rushed back through the rain. But as I turned around, I saw him pounce on me, covering my mouth and forcing me onto the sofa..."

"As he tore off my clothes, panting, he said, 'Yufeng, Yufeng, I've liked you for a long time. You know? Ever since I saw you last, I couldn't eat or sleep, constantly thinking of your name, staring at your photo, longing for you day and night.'"

"'But you always stayed home, and your husband was always around, so I had no chance to get close. But now, with the rain keeping him away, forgive me. I'm afraid if I let this chance go, I'll never get to hold you again.'"

"Though my skin was no longer tight and smooth, my once-beautiful face now lined with age, and my figure no longer curvaceous or enviable, my heart was still young and yearning for true love. His words reignited my fantasies of romance. I thought, meeting him at the twilight of my life must be my most beautiful moment."

"That night, we tangled for hours. Only the next morning, after the rain eased, did he leave. I asked, 'Can you tell me your name? When will I see you again?' He said, 'I'm Qian Ming, the boss of Starlight Media. I'll take responsibility. Wait for me. The next time we meet, I'll marry you.'"

"But I waited, and waited. Years passed, and just as I fell into complete despair, I heard the news: the boss of Starlight Media, Qian Ming, had run off with his mistress, leaving behind massive debt. I don't know why, but I felt compelled to share this story—maybe to let others know what I went through."

"Now, I don't hate him anymore. I don't think of him anymore. He helped me realize that the man I chose was the one who truly loved me. I know people will despise me for my betrayal, but it doesn't matter. I share this tale to tell others: don't trust men who suddenly appear and say they'll treat you well. A truly good man shows it through actions, not words."

"I'm just an ordinary rural woman. I am Yufeng. This story is real. I hope it teaches you something. Goodbye..." — Recorded from a sixty-year-old woman's broken declaration of love.

Chu Lian had cobbled together this absurd story just to mess with someone. She even included "before" and "after" photos of Yufeng from her youth and in her sixties. Everything looked so real. Of course, anyone who investigated seriously would easily expose it, but she only cared about smearing their image.

Where there's smoke, there's fire—even when people know it's fake, they'll still suspect whether it might be true. The enemy had used the same tactic to slander her: fabricate a detailed narrative, then let public opinion take over. Eventually, some would believe, and they'd become an undeniable force.

"Internal Scoop: Luo Qiang, General Manager of Starlight Media, secretly came out and routinely harasses male celebrities." She added a few ambiguous photos. Not to increase credibility, but just for the laughs.

It was just a decoy. The next article was her real focus:

"Gentleman or Scoundrel? Rumors fly about Starlight Media's newly promoted PR manager, Li Le, harassing the cleaning staff. A few days ago, someone mailed a batch of photos to the newspaper, allegedly proving that Starlight's new PR manager Li Le had sexually harassed a cleaning lady. After secret investigations by our reporter, we can confirm the man in the photos—shown assaulting an older woman—is indeed Li Le."

She included a few low-resolution, deceptively edited photos. You could only identify the man by context clues and clothing—enough for some to believe, if they wanted to.

Chu Lian didn't target only Starlight Media. She also blacklisted a few other shady companies known for repeated issues. That way, she spread out the attack. She planned three newspaper pages, totaling twelve spreads.

One full page was dedicated to smearing Starlight Media, another to the other companies, and the last one to genuine gossip. Online rumors, astrology quizzes, psychological tests, fake but believable news, and celebrity scandals—all compiled together.

She planned to allocate 30,000 Integrity Points to print Bunbunmaru Newspaper. The remaining 480,000 (now 490,000) would fund distribution: 30,000 to activate printing, 30,000 more to cover inland Huaxia, Hong Kong, and Taiwan regions. The remaining 420,000 points were converted into newspapers, distributed across the three regions in a 36:1:5 ratio.

Naturally, these Integrity Points were considered spent. She had to earn the same amount back quickly or end up with negative points.

Reluctantly, she posted a photo of herself on the third page to help draw attention:

Slender legs wrapped in white lace stockings, silver heels, a cute maid outfit, cat ears on her head. Her young yet lovely face wore a shy smile. She winked, her left hand posed like a paw. Most fatally, a smooth stretch of thigh peeked out between the skirt and stockings—a perfect absolute territory, drawing every gaze.

Below was the caption: "Genius music girl's maid outfit—a temptation for your soul!"

That's right, her ultimate move: drop Integrity Points to earn more.

"Damn it! If it weren't for dealing with you jerks who messed with me for no reason, I'd never post a photo like this! You're dead meat!" This outfit had originally been one of Ayase's forced (well, somewhat voluntary) choices for her. Ayase took the photos too. At first, Chu Lian resisted. Eventually, she even started enjoying it.

The pictures were stored safely on her computer, ready to deploy at any time...

Safe to say, her "fans" were going to lose their minds with joy from this drop.

Thinking of what might happen once these photos got out, she couldn't help but roar, "Starlight Media, I will never forgive you!"

Well, okay. Maybe this was partly a ploy to deflect suspicion from herself, but it still left her feeling conflicted all over.