Song Xinya witnessed Qin Yuhe handle a crisis public relations situation, turning a losing battle into a stunning victory in less than five minutes.
It looked simple on the surface, but upon careful analysis, every step was incredibly difficult.
First, getting the trending topic taken down. Nowadays, platforms have government personnel monitoring them. Is it something anyone can just remove at will?
This wasn't something money alone could fix.
Think about those major celebrities exposed for scandals, hung on the trending list for seven days straight. They weren't short on cash and were willing to pay a fortune to get the topics removed, but the platforms refused.
That's because it requires connections within the government.
The government represents power and supremacy. Just building that kind of relationship isn't something everyone can do.
Qin Yuhe could.
Second, redirecting the public's anger. When a crisis first erupts, can anyone immediately pull out a rival's fatal dirt and fight back?
Hardly. Once public opinion has already flared up, it's too late to start gathering dirt on the competition.
The golden window for crisis management is only four hours. By the time you've collected enough dirt on the opposition, the window has long since closed—the grass would be growing on their grave, and their kids would be calling for their mom!
That kind of preparation has to be done in advance.
This shows that Qin Yuhe plans ahead, thinks strategically, and had already secured damaging information on his rivals, ready to counter any problem.
It was a textbook-perfect lesson in crisis management. Song Xinya learned a lot following Qin Yuhe.
Still, she had one doubt, so she asked: "The bad press was aimed at President Qian, and the public now knows he's a scumbag, but the negative impact on the Qin Corporation has already been created and widely spread. How do you handle that?"
Qin Yuhe replied, "Turn the negative into positive publicity."
Song Xinya gave him a confused look.
This was the third point he wanted to teach her.
He said, "Open your phone and take a look."
Song Xinya opened her phone and saw the latest trending topic right on top of "President Qian's Corporation: A Pest Embracing Vice in Gambling, Drugs, and Prostitution [Explosive]."
The new topic read: "Qin Corporation Owed 100 Million—More Wronged than Dou E [Explosive]."
Seeing these two news items back-to-back, people immediately connected which corporation President Qian owed money to.
Clicking into the story confirmed it, sparking heated discussion.
"So the Qin Corporation actually loaned money to President Qian? A full hundred million!"
"To receive someone's help and then bite the hand that feeds you—you really can't trust a degenerate gambler, drug user, and adulterer. That scumbag has no conscience."
"This is a modern-day version of the Farmer and the Snake. The Qin Corporation helped him, and he turns around to attack them."
"Thinking about all those people cursing the Qin Corporation's CEO earlier, wanting to tear him apart... I suddenly feel so sorry for him."
"A good person being called a beast, a swine, worse than an animal. That really stabs you in the heart."
"Poor CEO~ Hugs and kisses~"
The public was instantly sympathetic toward the president of the Qin Corporation. They flooded the company's official social media account with comforting messages and "hugs and kisses" emojis.
They didn't go to Qin Yuhe's personal account because it was private and not open to the public.
They didn't even know what this CEO looked like.
Just as public sympathy and affection peaked, the Qin Corporation's official account released a major announcement: the grand opening of the Magic City Resort, an entertainment and leisure project.
"Asia's Number One Resort: Qin Corporation's Ultimate Leisure Destination [Explosive]"
The resort project, still under construction, had already spread far and wide, building massive brand awareness.
With this entire strategy, the advertising value alone offset the losses of over two hundred million. The damage caused by President Qian's unpaid debt had become trivial.
The business world is like a battlefield—unpredictable and shifting in an instant. Within a single night, the Qin Corporation had turned defeat into victory and loss into profit.
The man behind it all, Qin Yuhe, watched the entire situation with cold composure.
His crimson lips parted slightly as he imparted his business wisdom to her: "Crisis and opportunity go hand in hand. Turning defeat into victory isn't enough—you need one plus one to be greater than two. Transform the crisis into an opportunity. Use the momentum of public opinion to promote your own brand, expand its recognition, and turn losses into gains."
Song Xinya gave him another look of amazement. "Got it, got it."
Damn! This man was so attractive!
Song Xinya had known it before, but experiencing this firsthand made her realize more deeply—
The difference between being a teacher and being a boss was enormous.
As a teacher, you just have to prepare your lessons, explain your points, and improve yourself. It's mainly about personal ability—if you're skilled, if you can land deals others can't, your performance exceeds theirs.
As a boss, you need not only outstanding personal ability but also a comprehensive perspective and a sense of the bigger picture. You must understand strategy, know how to manage, read people, predict outcomes, and be thoroughly familiar with both partners and competitors.
Compared to being a boss, being a teacher was relatively simple.
No wonder bosses made more money.
They also had more to worry about.
She used to envy business owners for their wealth, but now, seeing how they earned it, Song Xinya didn't feel jealous at all.
They deserved that money.
Song Xinya was already an excellent teacher, but when it came to being a boss, she was just starting out. She still had a lot to learn from Teacher Qin.
She felt that she hadn't just married a husband—she had married a life mentor.
Before going to bed, Song Xinya checked the trending topics again.
Online, everyone was praising the Qin Corporation's CEO.
"I heard the Qin Corporation's CEO is under thirty. How talented and accomplished for his age."
"I'm thirty, making two thousand a month, no house, no car, no savings, no wife."
"Compared to the guy above, the CEO looks even better."
"I hear the CEO is really handsome. Rich, good-looking, and capable—I dream about marrying him."
"I'd love to have a husband like that."
Song Xinya silently muttered two words in her heart: "He's mine."
She clicked on another post about President Qian and saw a video someone had uploaded. People were throwing rotten eggs and spoiled vegetables at him, cursing him as a beast, a swine, worse than an animal.
His character and actions had been fully exposed. No corporation would ever do business with him, and no bank would ever lend to him. He would never recover.
Song Xinya felt even more satisfied.
She loved seeing good people enjoy peaceful lives and bad people suffer disasters.
Putting her phone back on the nightstand, Song Xinya rolled over into Qin Yuhe's arms. She rested her head on his arm, wrapped both arms around his waist, and draped her smooth white leg over his thigh.
Her silky leg rubbed against his.
Qin Yuhe let out a low "hmm," tinged with warning. "Don't rub."
Song Xinya pouted coquettishly: "I just want to be close to you. Don't you want to be close to me?"
Qin Yuhe said, "That's not what I meant."
Song Xinya pressed: "Then what did you mean?"
Qin Yuhe replied flatly: "If you keep rubbing, I'm going to get hard."
