Hearing the screams from the tiger enclosure, Yang Lin could easily guess what was happening inside.
When he arrived at the tiger enclosure, the scene before him was exactly as he had imagined.
Inside, Sister Hua had taken on the appearance of a fierce matron, while Shuai Shuai was cornered in a small space.
Clearly, the newcomer had once again fallen victim to Sister Hua's domestic violence.
Just as Sister Hua was about to give Shuai Shuai another fierce confrontation, Yang Lin's voice suddenly came from behind.
"Stop fighting, I've brought you a new member."
Hearing Yang Lin's words, the previously aggressive Sister Hua turned her head in confusion.
When her tiger eyes, as big as light bulbs, saw the little white tiger in Yang Lin's arms, her expression instantly changed.
It was a gentleness never seen before.
Before Yang Lin could react, she had already made her way to the edge of the cage with heavy steps.
At this moment, the little white tiger in Yang Lin's arms naturally also saw this enormous creature before it.
Perhaps due to being of the same species, the little one showed unprecedented affection at first sight.
"Boss Director, is this little one for me?"
"How did you know I needed a child? This is wonderful, I can finally be a mother."
"Quick, let it come in!"
"Huh?" Hearing Sister Hua's words, Yang Lin was first confused, then understood.
So Sister Hua's urgent desire to find a male tiger wasn't for that purpose, but for breeding offspring.
Seeing Sister Hua's overflowing maternal love in her eyes, Yang Lin, who had been slightly worried, immediately felt relieved.
He had been concerned that Sister Hua and this little one wouldn't get along.
Now it seemed he had worried too much.
He immediately opened the tiger enclosure's gate and let the little one in.
Upon entering the enclosure, the little one began looking around as if it had returned home.
When it walked next to Sister Hua, the stark contrast made the visitors watching from outside the enclosure exclaim in amazement.
One was a forest tiger king over two meters tall and five meters long, while the other was a naturally adorable little thing only twenty centimeters tall and less than forty centimeters long.
This made the usually temperamental and casual Sister Hua become somewhat hesitant in her movements, afraid that she might accidentally step on the tiny one before her.
The scene became both heartwarming and somewhat comical.
It was just like the black bear family of three on the other side.
Because of the arrival of these two little ones, West Rainbow Zoo not only gained more laughter but also more warmth.
Of course, the biggest gain was in popularity.
When closing time came in the evening, various data reports appeared on Yang Lin's desk.
Looking at the figures before him, he could barely close his mouth.
On the first day of reopening, ticket sales alone reached nearly a million yuan, not including online ticket sales.
The revenue from the gift shops and other stores approached half a million.
This meant that in just one day, the zoo's revenue had reached 1.5 million yuan.
This was already higher than the previous year's total income.
Besides actual cash flow, during this single day, West Rainbow Zoo's official social media accounts saw varying degrees of growth in followers across major platforms.
The most significant growth was on their Douyin account, which gained nearly 3 million followers, pushing West Rainbow Zoo's official account to almost 20 million followers total.
It had clearly become the most followed zoo account among all zoos, with the second-place Beijing Badaling Zoo having less than one-tenth of their followers.
West Rainbow Zoo's ranking among tourist attractions in Ningnan and the entire factory district jumped to first place in just one day, beating numerous competitors.
This ranking would likely translate into actual revenue for the zoo before long.
At this moment, Yang Lin could almost see countless banknotes flying toward him.
"Once we earn more money, I'll upgrade the park again, then introduce more animals, whatever rare species we can get."
"Within three years, I'll transform West Rainbow Zoo into a large animal city integrating tourism, entertainment, leisure, and media IP."
"Within ten years, we'll open branch parks nationwide and establish my own animal kingdom."
At this moment, Yang Lin admitted he was getting carried away, but thinking carefully, it didn't seem particularly difficult to achieve.
Just considering the media IP aspect, it was entirely possible with the current animals in his zoo.
After all, every animal in West Rainbow Zoo had its own story.
He could even make a dozens-episode series about the little white tiger's return home.
Of course, he knew that his current priority was to run the zoo's core business well, and other projects could be developed gradually later.
But while Yang Lin was planning the future of West Rainbow Zoo, some unfavorable discussions began appearing online.
It all started with an investigative article by a certain online media outlet.
The article was titled "Behind Animal Performances: Torture, Exhaustion, and the Death of Animal Nature."
The article described numerous investigations into animal performances and righteously condemned the unscrupulous zoos that forced animals to perform.
Although West Rainbow Zoo was never mentioned by name, many of the accompanying photos were clearly taken there.
Moreover, in the article's comments section, people were stirring up trouble.
"I can tell this is that recently popular zoo, all their animals are so skilled, they must have undergone a lot of training."
"I thought something was off from the start. How could normal animals have such abilities? They must have endured lots of torture and training."
"Yes, it looks glamorous on the surface, but who knows what methods they're using on the animals behind the scenes."
"And all the animals in this zoo seem mentally unstable, seriously suspecting it's post-training stress disorder."
"They already have over 20 million followers, don't speak carelessly, or you might get attacked by their fans."
...
Although people with discerning eyes could tell these were likely paid trolls, there were still uninformed people who were swayed by the propaganda.
Gradually, various negative speculations about West Rainbow Zoo spread online.
Some even used videos of animals showcasing their talents in the park as evidence.
By the time Yang Lin became aware of all this, it was approaching midnight.
When he first saw these attacks against West Rainbow Zoo, he roughly understood what was happening.
Obviously, someone had become envious of his success.
And without a doubt, it was likely done by competitors.
After brief consideration, he had the answer in his mind.
"Tsk tsk tsk, even this can attract targeting. It seems whenever profits are involved, things are never simple."
Just as Yang Lin was contemplating solutions, a phone call came in.
Hearing the voice on the other end, his eyes immediately lit up.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"