Things had reached this point.
Jiang Jiajia reluctantly agreed.
Though she wasn't entirely clear on the specifics of what was expected.
Still, having promised Xu Mo, she was determined to follow through.
Next, Xu Mo dialed a phone number.
After briefing the person in charge on the other end,
he passed the number to Jiang Jiajia.
Xu Mo spent a few minutes explaining the situation.
Jiang Jiajia glanced at the phone number she had just saved and couldn’t help but let out a wry smile.
"Boss Xu, you’re still trying to push me into entrepreneurship, aren’t you?"
Xu Mo corrected her: "It's 'General Manager Consultant.' Consider this a side gig."
Jiang Jiajia gave him a look that clearly said, Yeah, right.
Xu Mo’s words were as reliable as a ghost’s promise.
Who even was this supposed general manager?
How could there be a "consultant" role when the position itself was unclear?
And even if she did find out who the general manager was…
Xu Mo was granting her authority that surpassed even theirs!
To put it simply:
The entire company would operate at Jiang Jiajia’s word alone.
Even the board of—oh, right, there was a board.
Suddenly struck by a thought, Jiang Jiajia asked reflexively:
"How many shareholders are there?"
Xu Mo gave her an odd look. "That little Dingsheng Finance startup? I founded it myself recently—100% equity, no other shareholders."
"Oh… I see." Jiang Jiajia blinked, finally understanding.
She got it.
Her boss’s mindset.
Xu Corporation was simply too massive.
It was filled with talent, both domestic and international.
Even without Jiang Jiajia, there would be Li Jiajia, Bai Jiajia, Huang Jiajia—someone would always step up to solve Xu Mo’s problems.
So Xu Mo wanted to stretch his wings.
To act boldly, without restraint.
But with no room to prove himself,
it just wasn’t fulfilling.
Any achievements he made under Xu Corporation’s umbrella
would be met with dismissive whispers.
Standing on the shoulders of giants, even a pig could fly.
With that kind of backing, anyone could do it.
Sour, envious words like that.
But a company built from the ground up?
That was a different story.
The more Jiang Jiajia thought about it, the brighter her eyes shone!
Her Boss Xu wasn’t planning to coast anymore!
He was aiming for something big!!!!
Compared to the Xu family’s empire, it might be insignificant.
But it was still progress!!!!
At this moment, Jiang Jiajia felt a surge of excitement.
The way she looked at Xu Mo had completely changed.
Boss Xu has—grown up!!!
A whirlwind of thoughts raced through Jiang Jiajia’s mind.
Whether it moved anyone else was unclear,
but she was certainly moved.
If Xu Mo wanted to play Liu Bei,
then she would be his Zhuge Liang!
Unaware of Jiang Jiajia’s inner monologue, Xu Mo simply smiled and patted her shoulder.
"I’ve got high hopes for you!"
"Do well, and as a reward—50% of the company’s shares will be yours."
"Don’t even think about refusing. You’ve earned it. This is proportional to what you’ll put in."
Jiang Jiajia opened her mouth,
but her throat seemed to tighten,
leaving her words trapped inside.
After a long pause,
she raised an eyebrow, her voice slightly hoarse.
"Boss Xu… what was Dingsheng Finance’s initial registered capital?"
No particular reason.
Just curiosity.
Even if Xu Mo didn’t tell her,
she’d find out once she took over.
But asking him now
would at least prepare her mentally.
Xu Mo thought for a moment. "Not much. Just 100 million."
"…What."
Jiang Jiajia’s lips parted into a perfect "O."
That’s “not much”?!
Hey, everyone, come take a look!
Is this even human speech?!
How can words like this come out of your mouth!!!
…Oh. Right.
He was Xu Mo, CEO of Xu Corporation.
The young master of Magic City.
The nation’s heartthrob.
Never mind.
My mistake.
The joys and sorrows of people are not the same.
Some are born in Rome.
Others are born as the donkey pulling the cart.
How could you even compare?
"That’s my hard-saved car money, you know."
"You’d better manage the company well—whether I get a new car in the next few years depends on you."
Xu Mo’s expression was dead serious.
He sounded completely genuine.
Anyone who didn’t know him
might actually believe he was staking his entire fortune on this.
"Jiajia will not fail Boss Xu’s expectations!"
The two locked eyes.
After a long moment,
Xu Mo finally teased:
"Jiajia, you’re being cheeky again."
"Pfft—! Boss Xu, I’ll head out first!"
Sticking out her tongue playfully like a little girl,
Jiang Jiajia hurried out in a rapid click-clack of heels.
Her heart was pounding so hard,
as if staying even a second longer
might make her lose control.
Xu Mo was already dangerously handsome—
lethal to all genders, deadly to all ages!
But for some reason, after getting married,
he’d become even more magnetic.
Jiang Jiajia was terrified she’d slip—
from Zhuge Liang to a female Cao Cao.
One night,
she might wrap an arm around Xu Mo’s shoulders,
glance coolly at Madam Zhou Qiaoqiao,
and declare:
"Your husband is my concern now—no need to worry!"
That would be too intense.
No—
too shameful.
The mental image was too vivid.
Jiang Jiajia didn’t dare think further.
Bang—
The door closed behind her.
In the office,
only Xu Mo remained.
After a moment,
he chuckled.
"My assistant’s reactions are always so entertaining."
Sending Jiang Jiajia to Dingsheng Finance,
the company he’d founded himself,
was a gift for her.
In both this life and the last,
she had worked tirelessly for him,
letting him play the hands-off boss for over a decade.
She deserved this.
Even without her direct involvement,
Xu Mo had already laid out the roadmap.
If she followed it,
within five years,
Dingsheng Finance’s valuation would start at 5 billion!!!
And that was without leveraging any connections!
As someone who had returned from the future,
with foreknowledge and capital,
he could afford to be this brazen.
Imagine going back twenty years.
Property prices hadn’t skyrocketed yet.
With just 100,000 in disposable cash,
you could soar effortlessly.
Back then, city-center housing cost just a few hundred per square meter.
Buy up a few properties,
and boom—instant billionaire.
Making money was that simple.
And utterly mundane.
Xu Mo glanced at his wristwatch.
It was almost noon.
"Time for lunch. Where should I eat today?"
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P.S. Hey hey, strongly recommending an Ultimate Class fanfic!
Any fellow Ultimate Class fans here? Let’s chat~~~
Title: Ultimate: I, Wang Dadong, the Ultimate Copy Maniac
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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?"
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
