"That's the logic, with this reasoning you can naturally find the corresponding method."
Yang Yuran was persuasively instructive.
"Alright, Sister Yang, I got it. You mean to request a batch of good gifts from the company to send to the leaders of the major fan groups, give them the list, let them arrange for the lucky ones in their queues, and then have their subordinates mail out the prizes?"
After Xiong Caiyun spoke softly and received a nod from Yang Yuran, she sighed with sorrow, "The ants are so pitiful."
In the ants, she saw a microcosm of the countless people at the bottom of society.
Yang Yuran pinched Xiong Caiyun's shoulder and encouraged softly, "Different heights yield different rewards, you should always learn to find joy in the little things. Otherwise, it's easy to become a self-pitying person. If ants don't have the same social circle as elephants but covet the benefits of elephants, they're only torturing themselves."
"Hmm, you're right."
