Chapter 146
Right at her doorstep?
Li Sinan's pupils shrank slightly, her fingers trembling: [You... you mean in the provincial capital, Qinglin City?]
In her mind, a company of this caliber should be based in Silicon Valley, or at least in Beijing, Shanghai, or Guangzhou, right?
Even being in the provincial capital didn't seem entirely reasonable.
[GRGameStudio]: No, to be exact, the headquarters is in Qinglin City, but I am in County A.
A string of exclamation marks instantly flooded the screen.
[Li Sinan]: Impossible!! Absolutely impossible!
[Li Sinan]: How could someone develop Temple Run in a place like County A? All the talent left long ago, who would settle for a small county town!
[GRGameStudio]: True talent hides in plain sight.
[GRGameStudio]: Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, the Encounter cafe downstairs at Binjiang Garden. Bring your portfolio.
[GRGameStudio]: If you come, you'll find that this world is much more interesting than you imagined.
After sending this message, Gu Ran went offline directly, his actions crisp and decisive.
He leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.
The fish took the bait.
In his previous life, Li Sinan ended up depressed and unhappy because of that false accusation. That was one of the few regrets in Gu Ran's heart.
In this life, he was going to pull this incredibly talented woman out of the mud and turn her into the vanguard of his business empire.
Mwahaha!
Damn it, why did he sound like a disgusting villain laughing?
And how did the ugly face of a capitalist end up on him?
"Gu 'Dog' Ran! Come out and die... ah no, come eat!!"
Ye Zhenzhen's crisp shout came from the living room, accompanied by a... disturbing burnt smell.
Gu Ran closed his laptop and pushed the door open to walk out.
The living room had been cleaned spotlessly, but that plate of stuff on the dining table...
Gu Ran walked closer to take a look, his brows furrowed tightly, his expression solemn.
"Ye Zhenzhen, what is this in your plate?"
The young girl was placing a plate of pitch-black stuff that looked like coal onto the dining table.
Taking off her apron, her cheeks showed a healthy pink flush from the busyness.
Gu Ran walked to the dining table and stared fixedly at the plate of coal, his eyes looking as if he were examining some hazardous material.
"Ye Zhenzhen, what kind of dish is this? Did you poison it?"
Ye Zhenzhen: "......"
If this dog couldn't say anything nice, he could just shut up!
"Gu 'Dog' Ran, are you blind? It's so obvious, it's braised pork! It's just that the rock sugar got a little burnt..."
"You call this braised pork? The concept of braised pork itself would die of grievance. It has probably never been this abstract in its entire life."
Gu Ran pointed at the plate of carbon, looking heartbroken.
Ye Zhenzhen looked at him with a kind smile, her white teeth grinding lightly together.
"Why are you looking at me? Is there ash on my face?"
A certain someone remained completely oblivious, still frantically testing the edge of death.
"No, I'm just thinking. It seems someone doesn't plan on seeing tomorrow's sun."
As soon as her voice fell, Gu Ran felt a chill on the back of his neck, the murderous aura overwhelming.
"!!!"
Quick, go to the Western Heaven and invite the Buddha!
He thought to himself that things were looking bad and immediately turned to run, while still chattering away.
"Ye Zhenzhen, you're just acting out of embarrassment and anger! The braised pork hasn't even gotten mad yet, why are you getting anxious!"
Hearing Gu Ran's words that showed absolutely zero desire to live, the girl laughed out of sheer anger.
"Gu 'Dog' Ran, go to hell! Only one of us is making it out alive today!!!"
With that said, Ye Zhenzhen rolled up her sleeves, revealing her fair arms, and chased after him murderously.
The story of Tom and Jerry was materialized, playing out right now inside the house.
Ye Zhenzhen grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa and hurled it at Gu Ran across the room.
In no time, the previously tidy living room was a total mess, with pillows and cushions scattered all over the floor.
Gu Ran looked at the girl whose eyes were red with bloodlust, and his heart softened. He stopped in his tracks, preparing to coax her.
Unexpectedly, the girl was so focused on catching up to him that she completely failed to notice his action.
She lunged forward abruptly, and due to the immense momentum, they both tumbled to the ground.
A muffled thud sounded.
Their posture instantly became extremely delicate.
Ye Zhenzhen was straddling Gu Ran's waist and abdomen.
She pinned both of Gu Ran's hands above his head with one hand, and used the other to frantically tickle his sides, humming smugly.
"Hmph, scared now? Let me show you what I'm capable of!"
Gu Ran was tickled out of breath, but he didn't dare make any big movements for fear of throwing this wild girl off, only daring to twist his body slightly.
"Hahahaha... Ye Zhenzhen, don't go too far, you've completely figured out my little weakness!"
Seeing that Gu Ran still wouldn't yield, the girl increased her intensity.
But seeing tears of laughter forming at the corners of the boy's eyes, she hurriedly held back her strength, afraid of breaking him, and only put on a fake show of dominance.
Gu Ran caught his breath, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly realized...
Wasn't this posture a bit too compromising?
The girl's soft body was pressed tightly against him, and her straddling posture was incredibly bold.
Gu Ran's eyes darkened slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
At this moment, the smug-faced Ye Zhenzhen was completely unaware that she was playing with fire.
Seeing the person beneath her stop moving, she grew even more smug, looking down at him from her high vantage point.
"Why aren't you talking? You've witnessed my skills now, let's see you be so bold again!"
Gu Ran's voice was slightly hoarse, his expression dangerous, though his tone betrayed no abnormality: "Ye Zhenzhen, I really didn't expect that, it turns out..."
He paused, a meaningful smirk curling the corners of his mouth. Under the girl's questioning, confused gaze, his thin lips parted slightly as he slowly uttered a sentence.
"I didn't expect... you like being on top."
Hearing this, the girl slowly lowered her head, her gaze meeting Gu Ran's playful eyes. Then, following his line of sight, she looked at her own posture at this very moment.
After two seconds of dead silence.
Boom!
It was as if a mushroom cloud had exploded over the girl's head, her cheeks instantly turning as red as a ripe tomato.
The next second, a familiar female soprano rang out in the quiet living room, at a decibel level high enough to shatter glass.
"Ahhhhhhh... Gu 'Dog' Ran!!"
"You pervert!!!"
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
