With Taihua Tianji backing him, Su Yuan's biggest black mark—tricking minors into paying to tip him—vanished without a trace.
After calming down a little, Chen Xian thought for a moment, then made a phone call.
It was the contact number for the owner of that bot shop.
The call connected quickly, and a voice with a slightly electronic quality, but exactly the same tone as the shop owner's, came through.
"Boss, what can I do for you?"
Chen Xian said, "Are you directing the bots? Did you see that Su Yuan brought in Taihua Tianji as backup?"
The shop owner replied helplessly:
"I saw. But who could've guessed 'Hongru Demoness' was True Man Tai Bai's daughter?"
"Forgive me for saying this, boss, but you made a mistake this time. If you'd told me ahead of time about Su Yuan's connection to True Man Tai Bai, I definitely wouldn't have charged you the same rate as before, and I wouldn't have steered the conversation toward True Man Tai Bai's daughter."
Chen Xian keenly sensed the change in the shop owner's attitude toward him.
So now that you've got the balance, you're feeling bold, huh?
But he had to admit the other man had a point.
Suppressing his displeasure, Chen Xian said coldly:
"I don't want excuses. I just want Su Yuan's popularity driven down. Name your price!"
The voice on the other end immediately turned polite:
"Boss, there's no need to be so formal. But the bots under me have already met their quota of ten comments each..."
"If you add another two hundred thousand, I can go after Su Yuan's other scandals. Even a Golden Core grand cultivator can't shield a little demon brat who sells dangerous goods, can he?"
Only then was Chen Xian satisfied. He gave a quiet