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"well done!"
Ian snapped his fingers.
The sales department's angels all received the "Little Red Flower" badge reward—which can be used to exchange for points. However, the angels' most direct feeling was that their glory seemed to be recovering faster.
"What products are currently on sale?" Ian had created many groundbreaking designs that were ahead of their time, so he wanted to know how much of his wisdom had been felt by the world.
Upon hearing this, the sales manager of Angel cleared his throat, "The feedback on the first batch of 'Gratitude' brand microwave ovens has been very good. The version that can start up in 30 seconds is the best-selling home appliance."
"Secondly, there's the Loyalty Bracelet, which is a new-era children's smartwatch with features like location tracking, calling, and homework reminders. But every night at 9 p.m., it automatically plays Ian's bedtime story."
"There's also the heated sofa with a 500-word praise letter written on the armrest. I see that the furniture stores are doing a great job with it. It can definitely be used in new energy vehicles. Combined with the solution you mentioned earlier, where devout believers can turn on the accelerator and floor it, it should also attract a lot of high-horsepower sports car users for you."
……
The sales manager of Angels gave a very detailed report, and Ian started imitating the Dragon King's crooked smile again.
"I only sell a microwave for ten dollars, what can other companies do to compete with me?" He felt his smile wasn't wicked enough, so he manually tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Now that his mouth is being pulled all the way to his ears, that's really enough to make the Dragon King furious.
“My savior angel, I also have a new product proposal.” The angels in the creative department weren’t really that useful to Ian, but they did give him a little surprise.
I saw.
A few angels awkwardly pulled out their product design.
It's a heated toilet. Every time the user says "Thank you, Ian, for giving me a good flush," the seat heats up by one degree. You also need to thank Ian for making your bottom clean when you wash it.
"..."
This is truly a case of the student surpassing the teacher. Ian doesn't particularly like the divine power gained in this kind of atmosphere, but it's not entirely impossible to try releasing a niche product.
"Let's focus on new energy vehicles next. I found the real new energy last night... You guys design the in-car navigation system first, and I hope to guide every car owner in the right direction."
"By the way, regarding the farm, I also want people all over the world to be able to eat real one-dollar fried chicken. You guys need to speed up your research on how to modify it into the 'Pious Chicken'."
"Make good use of the little bit of divine power you've regained!" After giving instructions on the production direction, Ian remembered his promise to God and hurriedly left the factory.
The remaining angels busily resumed production. Black angels, white angels—anyone who worked was a good angel, and even Michael returned to his livestream.
"Family! The microwave oven at the New Paradise Factory is only ten dollars! Can you hear me? Ten dollars! Add one dollar, and while your microwave is running, you can hear us singing for you!"
"Limited to 10,000 units, getting one is a true reward!"
"Now I want to recommend this praise sofa. Just sincerely praise the company's boss for thirty seconds, and it will activate the massage chair mode!"
True comfort is the reward of faith!
"No, I'm really not a shill. I'm just recommending this product to my family. Order now and receive a signed photobook as a gift!"
……
The live-streaming e-commerce model has arrived in the world.
Led by Ian.
Angels are the leading actors.
Their outstanding looks make them a natural fit for this industry.
Michael listened to the commotion in the surrounding live streams and sneered. He decided to join this race because his archangelic wisdom had led him to discover a bug in the human world.
"Family members, I have something to tell you..." He turned on the microphone, his voice clear and firm, but at the last moment, it suddenly changed gently.
"Actually, I am a girl."
Michael used his limited divine power to confirm his gender in the real world. He had already investigated and found that the female streamers who skirted the edge of the rules received the most donations and support.
now.
He invested his divine power, determined to become a leader and reap truly greater rewards. He possesses a face even more beautiful than a stunningly handsome man; using that face to become a domineering CEO would be utterly foolish. He should use this asset to cross-dress as a female anchor—that's the only way to truly grasp the essence of humanity!
"Don't panic, everyone. Really, really, I have a big bulge here. How could I possibly be a man dressed as a woman?" It's clear that Michael has indeed lived a second life.
Mijiale has officially launched.
……
Walmart, Carrefour, Sam's Club.
Crowds surged like a tide in front of the shelves of major supermarkets.
"Mommy! That TV screen is so clear! I can even see people's pores!" A little girl in a faded coat tugged at her mother's clothes, her face flushed red.
"Shall we buy that one?"
The girl looked at her mother pleadingly.
"A special price of $99?"
The mother stared at the price tag in disbelief, her fingers trembling slightly. The old television had broken down three years ago, and they had been listening to the news on a radio given to them by a neighbor.
High taxes, six children, three jobs a day, and various insurance expenses have already exhausted this family, making it difficult to even hope for any spare money in this day and age.
The eldest daughter even had to work part-time while at school.
Fortunately, there are kind-hearted rich kids at the middle school offering low-interest lunch bags, so the middle school children aren't malnourished. This mother had wanted a new TV for a long time.
however.
The reality is that even with hard work, you can't afford to support your family. Who would have thought that a new 4K high-definition TV could be had for just $99?
If you don't have enough money, you can even use the manufacturer's "Praise Loan"!
“Okay! We’ll buy one! And a microwave, an electric kettle… oh, and even Grateful brand sanitary napkins!” She finally had the confidence to respond to her youngest daughter’s cravings.
"Honey, let's go pay." Like most consumers, this housewife felt it was unreal to get high-quality goods at a low price when she was short of money.
It was like pizza falling from the sky.
Long lines formed at the checkout counters, each person's shopping cart piled high with gleaming "New Paradise Made" products—washing machines that could play hymns, smart rice cookers that could say "Ian bless you." As long as the discounts were good enough, these people weren't averse to turning on their devices to listen to speeches and praising a stranger.
Not to mention there are free eggs to collect.
People all over the world are the same.
It's worth noting that eggs, an everyday commodity, are a rare commodity in America for several months each year.
"This price is practically free!" A college student excitedly held up his newly purchased "Loyalty" brand laptop. "The specs are even better than the flagship models, and it's only 199!"
His friend looked down at the instruction manual.
"I just have to write a 100-word praise diary entry every day and save it on my desktop. But it doesn't matter!" He grinned. "Anyway, the thesis is just made up, so what's a few more compliments?"
Young people are more receptive to it. In the dilapidated apartment, a little girl and her mother carefully carried the new television onto the coffee table. The moment the switch was pressed, the screen lit up with a soft golden light.
[Please state the activation code: Thank you for your kindness, Lord Ian]
The mother cleared her throat: "Thank you, Lord Ian, for your kindness?"
"Ding! Authentication successful!"
Suddenly, the TV started playing cheerful music, and an audio message announced today's special offer: watch "Ian's Wisdom Lecture" for ten minutes or more and enjoy a free one-day premium channel membership.
"We have a new TV! And we can watch pay-TV cartoons!"
The little girl cheered and ran into her mother's arms.
The mother stroked her daughter's soft hair, her eyes welling up with tears. She didn't know who Ian was, but at that moment, she was genuinely grateful to this stranger.
the other side.
Retired teacher Robert was troubled by his newly bought "Qianxin" brand smart air conditioner remote control. He squinted his presbyopia, unable to find the temperature adjustment button.
"Fine, I'll try customer service."
He dialed the 24-hour hotline listed in the instruction manual. The elderly teacher had lived in this area for many years, and he expected to wait half an hour, but the call was answered almost instantly.
Moreover, the man opposite them wasn't speaking with an Indian accent, but rather a man speaking with an Indian accent who was pretending to be a woman.
"Hello~ This is New Paradise, Ian's greatest technology, customer service Xiao Nuan is at your service~" A sweet female voice, like honey melting in the sunlight, came through.
"Your breathing sounds a bit rapid. Is the air conditioner malfunctioning?" The other person was clearly not using a voice changer; their voice was genuinely sweet as honey, and for some reason, it had a comforting quality.
They might even make jokes.
"You... can remotely know what problem I'm encountering?"
He became somewhat wary.
The daily life of an America conspiracy theorist begins with the frantic worry that their information is being collected by a mysterious big data system and then used for illegal activities.
"Of course not. There are no surveillance cameras in the air conditioner, and it doesn't transmit data online. I just understand you. Please trust our professional training."
The customer service representative spoke in a very playful tone.
"Come on, I'll teach you three steps to turn off night mode. By the way... would you like to hear a bedtime story? I know you haven't been sleeping well lately."
The service was so good that the retired teacher felt like he wasn't living in America. He never imagined that customer service could make a customer so happy just by talking about how to use a product.
Ten minutes passed, and the old teacher not only learned all the functions, but also chatted with Xiao Nuan about work pressure, his deceased wife, and the cat he kept that always scratched the sofa.
The customer service representative is a great listener and knows how to comfort people.
"Please press and hold the little heart on the remote control, yes, the one with my new boss's smiling face on it." The customer service representative chuckled, offering advice to the lonely old man.
Robert did as instructed.
The air conditioner immediately blew out warm air with the scent of gardenias.
"Oh my god!"
He stared in surprise.
"You really understand me! This is the flavor my late husband loved the most." The old teacher looked incredulous. He suddenly realized that he might really have been out of touch with the times for too long.
The development of technology may not be such a bad thing.
"Of course I understand you~ You signed the authorization form, so I understand your spouse too. If I don't understand you, then no one else will." The customer service representative's voice was as gentle as if coaxing a child. "Our service motto is 'Thinking of what you think!' By the way, it's going to get colder in your hometown tomorrow, remember to switch to—"
"Wait!" Robert suddenly interrupted, speaking somewhat shyly, "Do you... offer a paid chat service? Like, the kind where you chat occasionally?"
The older teacher was clearly embarrassed to say such a thing. It wasn't because he was a lecherous old man and felt ashamed, but because lonely people always want someone to listen to their troubles.
Society is too cold these days. You might live with your neighbors for years without exchanging more than a few words. And America's neighbors weren't actually as warm as she had imagined when she immigrated from Germany. When she complained about her life, the neighbors would only offer superficial comfort while secretly criticizing her for being rude.
Even when you go to the hospital to see a doctor and tell them about your pain, the doctor will charge you extra for emotional distress. America's society is like this: seemingly warm on the surface, but cruel underneath.