The intelligence department of Xu Corporation was extremely capable.
Basically, any information they wanted to investigate could be obtained quickly.
After all, they had hired world-class talent with high salaries to work for them.
In the conference room, Xu Mo was feeling anxious and restless.
He believed that soon, his subordinates would surely follow the trail and uncover the irregularities of Hongtu.
Then they would come in and report everything to him.
Under everyone's watchful eyes.
Even if he was the antagonist, even if he wanted the protagonist to face a setback.
He couldn't possibly jump into a pit knowing it was right in front of him.
Antagonists aren't truly brainless.
Without some intelligence, the readers wouldn't buy it.
The author's setup was to make the plot seem reasonable, conforming to the standards of face-slapping stories.
Bang-------
The sound of a bottle cap being popped open rang out.
Xu Mo came back to his senses and saw the she-devil opening his treasured champagne, pouring the liquor into two flutes without a care.
Under Xu Mo's surprised gaze, Zhou Qiaoqiao walked over with a smile, holding the glasses, and offered one to him.
"Care for a drink?"
"You're in the mood to drink?"
Xu Mo asked reflexively, looking at the glass.
Zhou Qiaoqiao smiled coyly, "Why wouldn't I be in the mood? I helped you recover over a hundred billion in funds, shouldn't you be thanking me?"
"Other people do business hoping to make more money, darling, do you do business intending to lose money?"
Xu Mo realized his earlier slip of the tongue and put on a slight smile.
"Not at all, you saved the Xu family from an unwarranted disaster, I can't thank you enough!"
[Zhou Qiaoqiao, I 'sincerely' thank your whole family!]
"Oh, and don't call me darling, it sounds sappy, and you're only my fiancée, not my wife yet!" Xu Mo added.
Zhou Qiaoqiao gently swirled the glass in her hand and said softly,
"And you say you're thanking me."
"There's no sincerity at all, is a man's gratitude just empty words?"
Her tone, her actions, her demeanor....
She was the very picture of a long-suffering wife.
Just as Zhou Qiaoqiao said.
In business, everyone hopes to make money, not lose it.
The amount of funds Zhou Qiaoqiao had recovered this time was substantial.
Xu Mo's reaction was too bland.
Neither happy nor sad.
As if nothing had happened.
This was very much out of character.
Xu Mo forced a smile, "Miss Zhou, what do you want me to do?"
"First, call me 'honey' and let me hear it." Zhou Qiaoqiao smiled.
"Don't push it!" Xu Mo's face turned cold.
[I want to call you that too, but my sycophant character setting won't allow it]
Zhou Qiaoqiao's smile became more playful, her heart sweeter than honey.
The role Xu Mo was currently playing didn't allow him to say these things.
This was his bottom line.
Zhou Qiaoqiao now knew this point.
So she didn't continue to insist on this aspect.
"Drink this glass of champagne, my hand is getting sore from holding it."
Zhou Qiaoqiao changed her condition.
Xu Mo nodded, he could accept this condition.
As he took the champagne.
The she-devil's fair and slender fingers grazed Xu Mo's hand.
Like a little kitten toying with one's heart.
Xu Mo's hand holding the champagne trembled slightly, taken aback, but fortunately, the drink didn't spill.
"After you finish this glass of champagne, you can go."
This life's she-devil wasn't playing by the usual rules.
Xu Mo was having trouble handling it!
In the later stages, the protagonist Lin Fan was toyed with by the blackened Zhou Qiaoqiao.
Dragon King Hall suffered a heavy blow.
It was enough to see that Zhou Qiaoqiao wasn't as simple as she appeared on the surface.
[Zhou Qiaoqiao, you're not right, you're very not right!]
[After sending you away, I need to make new plans, if I don't acquire Hongtu, how will Lin Fan have a chance to show off and face-slap?]
[Ah... it's all because of this damned dog-shit plot]
"Ding, congratulations host, personal power +1"
"I can't leave when there's a failed investment plan involving hundreds of billions, don't forget, the Zhou family's funds are included in this as well."
Zhou Qiaoqiao finished speaking and drained her glass in one gulp.
She poured herself another glass without asking.
She had intended to refill Xu Mo's as well.
Xu Mo, somewhat irritated, didn't accept at first, but then thinking that this champagne was expensive and his personal property.
It would be a waste not to drink it, so he extended his glass back.
Zhou Qiaoqiao just smiled without saying much, and dutifully filled Xu Mo's glass.
Knock knock knock--------
A series of knocks sounded from outside the conference room door.
"Come in!" Zhou Qiaoqiao called out.
Xu Mo now looked like he didn't want to deal with anyone, sitting there questioning his life choices.
So Zhou Qiaoqiao spoke up.
The person who entered was Li Ming.
At this moment, Li Ming was covered in sweat, his face pale, walking unsteadily, and speaking with a stutter.
"Mr. Xu, Ms. Zhou, we... we have the results."
Although Zhou Qiaoqiao knew the truth would be the same as what Xu Mo had said.
But before the facts were confirmed.
She couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy in her heart.
After all, she wasn't Xu Mo, who had personally lived through the entire novel's plot.
However, seeing Li Ming's current state of disarray and extreme timidity.
Zhou Qiaoqiao's heart leaped with joy, it seemed like everything was set.
Her pretty face turned cold, her eyes flashing with a chilling light, "I hear you calling me Ms. Zhou, and not Madam, pack your things and leave today."
Xu Corporation offered annual salaries and benefits three times that of their industry peers.
Their reputation was also first-class in the industry.
Li Ming didn't want to lose this job, his eyes seeking help from Xu Mo, only to find that Xu Mo wasn't even looking at him.
"Ma... Madam." Li Ming thought Xu Mo had tacitly agreed.
He was dead either way.
The issue with Hongtu Real Estate was discovered by Zhou Qiaoqiao.
She deserved the due respect.
Zhou Qiaoqiao nodded with satisfaction, "Out with it!"
Li Ming, mustering his courage, said: "Hongtu Real Estate indeed has problems, completely consistent with the information you obtained!"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.”
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?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
