Chapter 178
Make sure to point the crosshairs straight at Porter Entertainment p>
*If they wanted to play dirty and frame him, he was more than ready to play the villain p>
Adrian forwarded the meager relocation contract he’d signed today to Ethan, instructing him to leak it online.
It was proof: *Look at this tiny payout. If I secretly owned the massive factory district, why would I bother with this pocket change p>
After enjoying the online bloodbath for a few minutes, Mira shut her laptop and called Owen.
“Owen, we’re ready for the bike rollout tomorrow p>
The bike-sharing project had been moving smoothly under the radar. With the prominent families currently ripping each other apart, it was the perfect smoke screen for their launch.
Mr. Blake had proven himself to be incredibly competent. After securing their massive order, he not only fired up his own manufacturing lines but aggressively acquired two other failing bike factories.
A month had passed. All the components—the GPS trackers, the smart locks-had been rigorously tested, and mass production was fully underway.
By retrofitting the newly acquired factories’ backlogged semi-finished inventory to meet Mira’s ‘Green Ride’ specifications, they had quickly produced their first viable fleet.
They currently had fifty thousand bikes sitting in storage. It was a far cry from their four-hundred-thousand target, but Mira knew it was enough to start their beta launch and bring in initial revenue.
They would flood the most bustling metropolitan zones first, then continuously deploy new units as they rolled off the assembly line.
Call finished, Mira dived straight into her studies.
She had already reviewed today’s lessons yesterday, so she breezed through the concepts. Her main focus was finishing her homework and prepping for tomorrow’s syllabus.
Two hours later, Rachel walked into the room, holding a plate of shrimp salad.
“Rachel, you didn’t have to trouble yourself. I already ate dinner p>
“You’ve been studying for over four hours today. You’re bound to be hungry p>
Mira took the plate. Glancing up, she noticed Rachel lingering by the door, looking like she wanted to say something.
“Is everything okay, Rachel? Did you need something p>
“Well, I heard you talking about some bicycle business. My boy is real handy with bikes. Do you think you could p>
“See if we can find him a job?” Mira finished gently.
“Of course. Why didn’t you mention this earlier? I should have asked.
Do you have any other family p>
“No, it’s just the two of us. Just my son p>
Rachel’s husband had passed away years ago, leaving her to work grueling hours
to raise her child on her own.
He was twenty-two now, a high school dropout who was currently breaking his back doing masonry on construction sites.
“Does he have any other skills p>
“He’s a great cook. My late husband was a chef, a really good one, and we used to
run a small restaurant when we were young.
He taught our son everything he knew about cooking from a young age p>
That explained why Rachel’s cooking was always phenomenal.
“Tell him to come in. He can either work in bike maintenance or take a spot in our corporate kitchen-whatever he prefers p>
First thing the next morning, the Green Ride fleet hit the streets.
They started in the absolute core of Melvion City’s downtown, prioritizing high-traffic hotspots like the
university district, public parks amusement centers.
Every bike featured a crisp decal: *Scan to Ride p>
and
Mira hadn’t burned through cash on traditional marketing. Instead, she dropped a bombshell
announcement via the Melvion City television network: the rapidly sing Solflare Entertainment and the wildly famous pop star, Mira, were the
official brand ambassadors for Green Ride.
Leveraging her own massive social media accounts, Mira flooded the internet with promotional posts and sleek campaign graphics.
This was where sheer star power and untarnished public trust paid dividends.
Meanwhile, at the Green Ride headquarters, Owen and his executive team were glued to the live analytics dashboard.
“Mr. Lance, zero active users so far,” the lead data analyst reported nervously.
He kept his eyes locked on his keyboard, tension thick in the room.