Transmigrating As a Poor Fake Heiress with Trillions in Family Asset - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: The APP Goes Live (Part I)

The waves stirred up by the PR Manager’s Weibo post finally rippled back to the company. As the launch date approached, Sang Jing initiated an internal rollout. Her logic was simple: the best way to test the app was to let the employees use it first. She distributed high-value coupons as a “stress test” and a reward for their hard work.

For the first time, the employees truly grasped the scale of the “Jing-Selection” shopping festival.

The procurement team was particularly energized. Every day, they posted their successful deals and bonus tallies in the group chat. With a 90% success rate across the board, the company was drowning in inventory—but the employees were no longer worried about whether the goods would sell. Looking at the prices, they were ready to buy everything themselves!

Human beings don’t exist in a vacuum. Every employee had family and friends who needed daily necessities. Since the staff had secured these deals themselves, they knew the quality was guaranteed.

“Mom, Dad, check the house,” Zhang Ling, a procurement supervisor, told her parents over the phone. “Tally up the toilet paper, laundry detergent, and dish soap. If you’re low, we’re buying a year’s supply next week.”

“A year’s supply! Are you crazy?” her mother shrieked.

“Mom, buying a year’s supply now will cost what you usually spend in three or four months. If you don’t buy, you’re literally throwing money away!”

“What? Is a supermarket going out of business?”

“No, it’s my new company’s event. Just get ready, or you’ll be crying when it sells out.”

Inside the company, confidence was at an all-time high. They saw the capital flow and the leadership’s grit—things the outside world couldn’t see.

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The Calm Before the Storm

A week passed in a flash. On the internet, the hype had died down slightly; few remembered the mysterious app. An Siyuan, however, remembered—she was still waiting for her foster father’s desperate call for help.

But today, An Siyuan had no time for Sang Jing. Today was her debut at a high-society event: Wu Ling-shan’s birthday party.

Wu Ling-shan was a popular socialite who had invited everyone in the “Second Generation” circle, including the newly returned An heiress.

“Aren’t you afraid she’ll embarrass you?” a friend asked Wu Ling-shan. “She grew up in the slums.”

“Why would I be embarrassed? It’s her face on the line, not mine,” Wu Ling-shan laughed. “Besides, don’t you want to see how she compares to the original An daughter?”

“I heard the original one—Sang Jing—started a company,” the friend added.

Wu Ling-shan admired her manicure. “Starting a business isn’t that easy. She’s just a fallen socialite struggling to accept her new reality.”

When An Siyuan entered the brilliant hall, her heart raced. This is where I belong. Under the lights, she looked elegant and pure, her gentle smile immediately drawing a crowd of admirers. As men flocked to her, she couldn’t help but wonder: What is Sang Jing doing right now?

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The Final Countdown

Sang Jing was, in fact, working herself to the bone. It was the final testing phase. She sat surrounded by technical staff, everyone glued to their phones.

The app was named “Jing-Selection”. Like in her previous life, it used the character Jing (婧) from her name, symbolizing her parents’ love. The icon was a stylishly designed red Jing character.

The app featured a scrolling banner with three major events. Today wasn’t the official start of the “Shopping Festival”—that would be a week-long promotional blitz—but today was the “Soft Launch” featuring Wen Group’s clothing, daily necessities, and high-end perfumes.

“President Sang! My test went through! I used a 10% coupon on a 200-yuan order, got another 40% off, and bought a year’s worth of shampoo at 70% off! I even won 50 dish sponges in the lucky draw. My family won’t need to buy a sponge for the rest of the year!”

Sang Jing exhaled in relief and looked at her father.

Sang Wei nodded. “Good. Ten more minutes for internal testing, then everyone stops. Once we go live, keep your eyes on the servers and social media.”

The entire company waited for 8:00 PM.

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The Grand Reveal

At the banquet, Wen Qin was ignoring the socialites to download the app. Sang Jing had sent her the installation package directly.

“Can they really deliver to remote areas?” Wen Qin messaged Sang Jing.

“Of course. We’ve hired 500,000 couriers and signed a contract with a major logistics firm. Eventually, we’ll build our own network.”

“And how do I pay?”

“Directly through the ‘Jing-Pay’ mini-program. You can link your bank card.”

This was a feat Sang Wei had worked tirelessly to secure from the regulators. Sang Jing looked at her father with genuine admiration; he was far more capable than she had imagined.

At the party, a “friend” sneered at Wen Qin. “Qin-qin, are you still supporting Sang Jing? You even made your father sign a deal with her. She doesn’t care about you.”

“She does!” Wen Qin pouted. “And it’s a partnership, not a charity.”

Suddenly, the party host, Wu Ling-shan, and An Siyuan joined the circle. “Are you talking about Sang Jing? Siyuan was just saying how her foster parents refused a stable job at the An Group just to follow Sang Jing into this ‘venture.'”

“Who on earth invested in her?” Wu Ling-shan wondered aloud.

Siyuan smiled modestly. “I just hope she succeeds. But it looks so difficult. I’ve asked my mom to keep the security and cleaning positions open for my foster parents for when the business fails.”

The group praised Siyuan’s kindness. Wen Qin, however, piped up: “But why would it fail? The app is great, and the discounts are huge!”

The atmosphere turned awkward. Wu Ling-shan rolled her eyes. A girl tried to change the subject: “Anyway, it’s Ling-shan’s birthday! Will we see a confession on the Big Screen tonight?”

Across from the hotel stood the city’s most famous giant LED screen. Renting it was astronomically expensive, and it was the ultimate romantic gesture in their circle.

Wu Ling-shan sighed happily. “I don’t know who the lucky one is, but that screen has been booked solid for the next two weeks from 8 PM to 10 PM. It’s a fortune.”

“Maybe it’s Yan Ye or Kou Yan?” someone whispered.

Wen Qin looked at her phone and blurted out, “It’s not them. Jing-jing bought it. She’s advertising her app.”

Silence. The idea that a “homeless” Sang Jing had snatched the city’s most expensive advertising space from under the noses of the super-rich was absurd.

“Qin-qin, stop talking nonsense,” her friend hissed.

“Yeah, how could Sang Jing afford that?”

Suddenly, the screen across the street flickered to life. A vibrant, eye-catching red filled the LED, and in the center sat the elegantly designed character: 婧 (Jing).

The socialites froze. Their expressions crumbled.

Then, a perfume ad appeared. The copy read:

Fragrance makes you irresistible and irreplaceable. Jing-Selection is the start of your fragrant life. Global Limited Edition: 100 bottles of Lanvan No. 9. Jing-Selection has 50 of them at 40% OFF.

The name “Lanvan No. 9” sent a shockwave through the crowd. It was the most coveted, unique perfume in the world. How did a start-up get 50 bottles of a 100-bottle limited run?

Wen Qin raised her chin proudly. “I just bought one. I got the bottle and a seven-piece sample set for free!”

One by one, the socialites began making excuses. “I… need to use the restroom.” “I’m going to get some snacks.” “The AC is too cold, I need my shawl.”

Wen Qin messaged Sang Jing: Jing-jing! They’re all sneaking away to download the app!

Sang Jing replied: The real carnival starts after midnight.

She knew the “Super Rich” might not care about a discount, but these second-generation socialites lived on limited allowances. When it came to high-status luxury goods at half price, they would fight tooth and nail to maintain their “style.”