Transdimensional Marketing

Chen Yu walked into the kitchen and sat on his seat. He ate his dinner silently, appearing to be absent-minded.

Noticing that Chen Yu was acting weirdly, Chen Sanke pondered with her head tilted. She then took the drumstick that she had taken a bite from and placed it in Chen Yu’s bowl.

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“Ah?” Dumbfounded, Chen Yu looked up at Chen Sanke.

“Brother… Big Brother wants to have meat.” Chen Sanke waved her oily hands.

Looking down, Chen Yu took a glance at the drumstick in his bowl and then the dinner on the table.

Today’s dinner did not consist of any meat except for the drumstick in his bowl. Not a single slice of meat could be seen on his parents’, Chen Yike’s, or Chen Erke’s plate.

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Chen Yu felt bad instantly. He picked up the drumstick and placed it back in Chen Sanke’s bowl. “You can have it. I do not like drumsticks.”

Thud.

The folder touched the ground. In the quiet room, the thud was particularly clear.

After being in a daze for two seconds, Chen Yu immediately sent his inquiry over.

[Chen Yu: “Did you send another document over?”]

[Transdimensional Marketing: “Yes.”]

[Chen Yu: “But you said you’re going to make a new one! How could it be that fast?”]

[Transdimensional Marketing: “Yes, we spent three hours doing so. However, I’m able to send it to any time in your spacetime according to my preference, which is a second after our conversation.”]

It suddenly dawned on Chen Yu.

[Chen Yu: “I see, transdimensional travel truly is magical. But it took you a while when you sent the first set of documents over though.”]

[Transdimensional Marketing: “I was unclear on your location the first time, so to play it safe, it took me a few minutes more.”]

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[Chen Yu: “I get it. I’ll take a look at the contract first. If it’s all fine, I’ll sign.”]

[Transdimensional Marketing: “Okay, Mr. Chen! Feel free to consult me if you have any queries.”]

Chen Yu jumped off his bed to pick up the folder. He opened it, took out the contract, and started reading thoroughly.

When he came across a condition on page 7 that had him re-reading for a number of times, Chen Yu pulled out his phone and contacted “Transdimensional Marketing.”

[Chen Yu: “Page 7, clause four; what do you mean by ‘all profits made will be donated to charity anonymously if the other party chooses to not reveal his or her identity?'”]

[Transdimensional Marketing: “Exactly what it looks like. Since you want to remain anonymous, your bank account cannot be bound to any of your accounts on the different platforms. So, the views, shares, and donations, and other profits earned for your videos would be unrelated to you. We will donate it to a charity in your spacetime.”]

[Chen Yu: “Can’t you just transfer the profits to me if I choose to be anonymous? I bet it’s easy for you guys to do that.”]

[Transdimensional Marketing: “We could, Mr. Chen, but we won’t.”]

[Chen Yu: “Why?”]

[Transdimensional Marketing: “Because it would be illegal to do so. We would be going against the Earth Alliance’s criminal law of Article 127 on money laundering. Thus, you will have to give up all the profit if you choose to remain anonymous.”]

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Chen Yu held his phone tightly. He turned around, scanning the document before sending over a reply.

[Chen Yu: “You’re trying to make me reveal my identity, right?”]

[Transdimensional Marketing: “Mr. Chen, revealing your identity would help you advertise better. It’s for your own good.”]

[Chen Yu: “To boost your sales?”]

[Transdimensional Marketing: “It doesn’t clash with your interests.”]

[Chen Yu: “Okay.”]

[Transdimensional Marketing: “So you have changed your mind?!”]

[Chen Yu: “I’m even more certain of my decision now.”]

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[Transdimensional Marketing: “…”]

[Chen Yu: “I will keep my identity a secret! A total secret!”]

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[Transdimensional Marketing: “…”]