Xu Corporation.
General Manager's Office.
Xu Mo stared at the top five trending topics on Douyin, deep in thought.
The first one was: 'Yang Group's future heir, Yang Jingying, proposes to Xu Corporation's Xu Mo.'
The second: 'The secret formula for the year's super skincare product, Volcanic Mud, actually comes from Xu Mo.'
The third: 'Yang Group CEO Yang Jingying unconditionally agrees to give Xu Mo seventy percent of the net profit as the foundation of their marriage.'
The fourth: "Breaking news! Yang Group's female CEO, Yang Jingying, and national heartthrob Xu Mo. According to insiders, the two seem to have a childhood connection."
The fifth: "The Volcanic Mud skincare product sold out in less than half an hour today!"
He really didn't want to be trending on the hot search!
Wow!
The proposal thing? The whole country knows about it.
Well, Yang Group isn't some small family.
Is seventy percent of the net profit from the Volcanic Mud skincare product tempting?
It sure is!
But Xu Mo doesn't want the heroine's money!
Shortly after.
His phone rang.
It was Xu Fuqiang calling.
"You little brat, what are you up to now?"
Xu Mo's tone was a bit guilty, "Nothing, really."
"Heh... Don't admit it, huh? The news is everywhere. When I got to the office today, a few colleagues came over to congratulate me, saying you're quite the catch! That Yang girl is head over heels for you, even talking about marrying you! These old guys were joking around, asking me when the two of you are getting married! How am I supposed to answer that?"
Xu Fuqiang's furious voice came through the phone.
Xu Mo blushed, stuttering, "Just... don't answer them."
"You little punk! Are you trying to drive me crazy? You deal with Yang Group's mess yourself! Not just Yang Group, but also the Zhou family. Both families' parents called to ask about the situation, and I didn't even know what to tell them!"
"You have two days. If you don't sort this out, forget about staying in the General Manager's position! Get out!"
"I'm telling you, Zhou Qiaoqiao from the Zhou family is the daughter-in-law your mom and I have chosen for you. If you dare to hurt her, I'll be the first to break your leg!"
Xu Fuqiang threatened.
Xu Mo swallowed hard, "Can you just break my hand?"
"No!" Xu Fuqiang said firmly.
Xu Mo: "Dad, give me some money."
Xu Fuqiang: "What do you need money for?"
Xu Mo: "I've thought it through. I can't just be a lazy rich second-generation. I want to take over ten billion and start a company!"
Xu Fuqiang: "Dream on!"
Xu Mo: "If not ten billion, just a few billion will do!"
Xu Fuqiang: "You little brat! Stop messing around. Sort out your mess first, and then we'll talk about how much you get."
Xu Mo was speechless.
If he could sort it out,
Would he need to borrow money to run away?
The old man must be out of his mind.
Xu Mo gritted his teeth, "At least seven or eight million! Any less, and your son will starve on the streets."
Dududu...
The call ended.
Xu Mo was left in disbelief.
Wow!
That's cold.
"Damn, I must really not be his real son. Case closed!"
Xu Mo was heartbroken!
Knowing the truth, tears fell.
"You need money?"
An Youyi's gaze shifted from the fairy tale in her hand to Xu Mo, asking.
Xu Mo reflexively replied, "Yes, I do!"
The Dragon Queen closed the fairy tale and said, "Oh, how much do you need?"
Xu Mo was stunned, feeling a bit unrealistic.
Is this the female lead trying to support him?
He's the villain, after all!
Is this okay?
Would the protagonist be mad?
Xu Mo swallowed hard, tentatively asking, "How much is in your little stash, Youyi?"
Don't get the wrong idea.
Xu Mo was just curious.
But the Dragon Queen didn't think so.
She calmly counted on her fingers.
After a while.
An Youyi's eyes lit up, and she took out her phone, opening her bank account information.
Then she handed the phone to Xu Mo.
"Ouch..."
Xu Mo winced, taking a deep breath.
"Youyi, you're so straightforward~"
That said,
Xu Mo still took the phone to have a look.
He saw a lot of zeros.
One... two... three... four...
Xu Mo lost count of how many zeros there were.
He was experiencing aesthetic fatigue.
So he adjusted the number display slightly.
This made it much clearer.
Two trillion, six hundred and seventy-two billion.
Even Xu Mo's eyes widened in surprise.
Xu Corporation wasn't short of money, but...
Xu Corporation is a family business.
The Dragon Queen is an individual.
This wasn't some little stash.
It was a massive vault.
Shocking! The world's top assassin is also a hidden super-rich woman.
Xu Mo's first thought: He's rich.
"Youyi, I have a multi-billion-dollar project. Not much, just a little."
"Your money is just sitting in the bank, earning little interest. Why not put it with me, and I'll make it grow, multiplying profits. What do you say?"
An Youyi nodded without hesitation, "Okay."
The quick agreement
Left Xu Mo unsure of what to say.
The Dragon Queen is no fun.
A normal person would at least consider the pros and cons, right?
Xu Mo coughed, putting away his playful attitude, and handed the phone back to her.
"I was just kidding."
An Youyi looked at the phone being handed back, not reaching out to take it.
"Just kidding?"
Xu Mo rubbed his nose, then put the phone back in her hand.
"Yes, the phone is yours. Next time, don't show your little stash to strangers, or you might lose your money and have nowhere to cry."
An Youyi tilted her head slightly, "Xu Mo, are you a person?"
She doesn't mince words!
The Dragon Queen's way of annoying people is top-notch.
Xu Mo's mouth twitched, "Of course I am!"
"I meant strangers! Okay?"
An Youyi nodded as if she understood, "Then do you still need money?"
"No, I don't need it anymore,"
Xu Mo shook his head, quickly stating his position.
He had to shut the Dragon Queen up first.
Xu Mo was afraid she might say something even more outrageous.
Need money?
Not really.
Over the years, Xu Mo had also prepared his little stash.
It was about ten billion.
This money was originally meant to be left for Xu Fuqiang and Su Ting as pension funds after Xu Corporation went bankrupt.
And after he was killed by Lin Fan.
But now, he could only take it out temporarily.
Making money was way too easy for Xu Mo.
If he wanted, the ten billion in his hands could double to a hundred billion in a short time.
But he was just too lazy.
"Ah... I should prepare a few useful business plans."
"Maybe the old man and mom can use them."
Xu Mo thought to himself.
He really didn't plan to go back to the villa.
As for explaining the situation at Yang Group?
That's like walking into a tiger's den.
No, it's more like slipping into Yang's mouth.
It sounds nice,
But Xu Mo just wants to quietly play the role of a heartless plot device.
Weng------
His phone rang again.
Xu Mo glanced at the caller ID and smiled, feeling much better.
Putting aside those troubles,
He swiped to answer.
"What's up, Yu Qi?"
"Mo Ge, I have no classes today. Is the Disneyland trip you mentioned last time still on?"
"Of course, little girl. I don't break my promises."
"Hehe... I know, Mo Ge always keeps his word. How could you lie to me?"
"Where are you?"
"At the school."
"Alright, I'll come pick you up!"
Ending the call.
Xu Mo stood up, feeling that the General Manager's position at Xu Corporation really wasn't for him.
If Xu Shi likes it, he can give it to her anytime.
For Xu Mo, lounging around, eating, waiting to die, and getting massages suited him better.
"Where are you going?"
An Youyi blinked and asked.
Moshi Moshi, tonight's update, the storm has passed, we can breathe again.
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?"
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
