Chapter 180
Qinglin City, downtown shopping mall.
The central air conditioning was blasting, but it could not dry the sweat in Ye Zhenzhen's palms.
In front of the Longines counter, the lights were dazzling. The glass display cases were wiped spotless, refracting a mesmerizing sense of luxury.
Completely out of place in this setting was the slightly chipped tin biscuit box resting on the glass counter.
Hello, could you please take this one out for me?
Ye Zhenzhen pointed at the men's watch with a silver dial and blue hands right in the center of the counter. Her voice was a bit tight, but her eyes shone as if they held hidden stars.
The saleswoman, who had been looking down and filing her nails, lazily lifted her eyelids at the words.
The girl in front of her was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, with a pair of faded canvas shoes on her feet.
Although she was pretty, her entire outfit probably cost less than two hundred yuan.
Glancing again at the tin box that looked like it had been dug out of a dumpster, a trace of imperceptible disdain flashed through the saleswoman's eyes.
Little girl, this is the Master Collection. The official price is fifteen thousand. The saleswoman did not move, merely tapping her nails lightly against the glass. Digital watches are on the basement level.
Ye Zhenzhen pursed her lips. She did not argue, nor did she slam the table in anger like in the TV shows.
She simply opened the lid of the tin box in silence.
Clatter.
A crisp sound rang out.
A distinct metallic smell mixed with the scent of old paper money filled the air.
In that instant, the saleswoman's expression froze.
Inside that inconspicuous tin box were neatly stacked piles of cash.
There were crisp red hundred-yuan bills, which were her New Year's red envelope money and her scholarships from each semester;
there were crumpled fifties and twenties, saved up from her daily living expenses;
there were even fifty-cent and one-yuan coins filling the gaps between the paper bills.
That was the girl's absolute everything, saved bit by bit over her eighteen years of life.
I know the price.
The young girl took a deep breath and pushed the box forward, her tone serious and firm. I want this one. Please wrap it up for me. And... please tie a pretty bow.
The saleswoman was stunned for a few seconds. Her gaze moved from the fragmented yet weighty pile of money to the girl's clear face.
That bit of contempt vanished in an instant, replaced by a complex sense of shock.
These days, there were plenty of people who would swipe a black card for fifteen thousand, but someone bringing a box of loose change to buy a watch... this girl was truly something else.
O-okay, please wait a moment.
The saleswoman's attitude took a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn. She hurriedly put on white gloves and carefully took out the watch, as if what she was holding was not a piece of merchandise, but a burning, passionate heart.
...
Half an hour later, at the top-floor food court.
Pei Susu watched Ye Zhenzhen fiercely guarding the shopping bag in her arms like a mother hen protecting her chicks. She could not help but roll her eyes dramatically, suddenly feeling that the milk tea in her hand had lost its flavor.
Ye Zhenzhen, you are such a prodigal woman!
She poked the bottom of her cup with her straw in exasperation. Fifteen thousand! Sister! You did not even blink? That is your entire life savings from childhood to now! Even the fifty cents you saved from not buying spicy strips as a kid are probably in there, aren't they?
I didn't spend it all... Ye Zhenzhen defended herself quietly, fishing out a few coins from the box. Besides treating you to lunch, I still have enough for the bus ride home.
You... Pei Susu was so angry she wanted to pinch her own philtrum to keep from fainting. Just keep spoiling him! Gu Ran is capable of opening his own company now. Does he really lack this one watch from you?
The girl lowered her head and took a sip of lemonade, the sweet and sour taste spreading across her tongue.
Her eyes curved into crescents, and a silly smile appeared on her lips. If the money is gone, I can just save it up again. But he is running a company now. He has to meet clients and negotiate business. I read online that a man's wrist is his reputation. Wearing a good watch ensures he won't be looked down upon.
Speaking of this, she gently stroked the deep blue shopping bag, her eyes as tender as a pool of spring water. Besides... I think he will look really handsome wearing this.
Seeing her best friend's hopelessly love-struck demeanor, Pei Susu opened her mouth, but it ultimately turned into a long sigh.
I give up. I completely give up.
She slumped back in her chair, looking as if she had nothing left to live for. Ye Zhenzhen, you really are hopelessly in love. If that guy Gu Ran ever dares to let you down, I will be the first to hack him to pieces with a knife!
...
Meanwhile, at an Audi dealership in Qinglin City.
If Ye Zhenzhen's spending was an affectionate display of giving her all, then Gu Ran's spending was a simple and brutal display of absolute dominance.
Inside the showroom, a row of black Audi A6Ls was lined up, emitting a cold, sleek luster under the lights.
In this era, the Audi A6L was not just a car; it was synonymous with official government vehicles, a symbol of stability, power, and status.
It was said that driving this car around naturally gave you an aura of authority, to the point where even the security guards at the gates would salute you more sharply.
Sir, we currently have this 3.0T all-wheel-drive top-trim model in stock. If you choose our financing plan, we can...
Before the sales consultant could finish speaking, Gu Ran raised a hand to interrupt him.
The young man had one hand in his pocket. His gaze swept over the car's body, and his tone was flat. No need for financing. It is too much trouble.
He pointed at the car in front of him, then pointed to the one next to it. I will take this one. Also, I want another of the exact same model to use as a company reception vehicle. Two cars, paid in full, driven off the lot today.
The sales consultant's professional fake smile froze on his face, his pupils dilating in shock.
Two top-trim A6Ls?
Paid in full?
This was a deal worth over a million yuan!
What? You don't have the cars? Gu Ran raised an eyebrow slightly.
We do, we do! I will process it for you right away! Please, right this way to the VIP room! The salesman's excited voice pitched up, and he instantly bowed at a ninety-degree angle.
Standing behind Gu Ran, Li Sinan was adjusting her glasses, trying hard to maintain her composure as a technical director. However, her slightly trembling fingers betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
Even though she knew he had made a lot of money from two games, watching this young man, who was a few years younger than her, casually drop over a million in cash flow was an incredibly powerful visual shock.
For a startup company in 2011, who wouldn't want to split a single penny in half to spend it?
Someone as extravagantly bold as Gu Ran was simply unheard of.
Stop spacing out.
After signing the papers, Gu Ran casually tossed one of the car keys to Li Sinan.
She caught it instinctively. The cold touch brought her back to reality. Boss, this...
You drive this one back to the company.
Gu Ran patted the brand-new hood, his tone casual. From now on, this is your personal company car. As the future General Manager of GR Company, do not try to save me money when you go out to negotiate partnerships. Keep your back straight. Remember, we are not inferior to anyone.
Hearing this, Li Sinan tightened her grip on the keys. Looking at the young man's tall and straight back, an indescribable surge of morale swelled in her heart.
So extravagantly generous?!
Why did she suddenly feel the urge to cry tears of joy...
Yes, Boss!
...
Coming out of the dealership, Li Sinan drove one of the cars back to the company first.
Gu Ran, on the other hand, drove his own black A6L. He did not head straight back to County A, but instead turned into a flower shop.
"Put all 99 of these red roses in the trunk."
Gu Ran opened the trunk and directed the shop assistant. "Right, arrange them into a heart shape. And these LED light strips, wrap them around twice. I want that warm yellow light, none of those red and green ones, they're too tacky."
Half an hour later.
Looking at the romance practically spilling out of the trunk, he finally clapped his hands in satisfaction.
Although this kind of "trunk surprise" would be done to death in the future, even categorized as a tacky proposal trope.
But in 2011, this was an absolutely overpowered, next-level romantic weapon, enough to instantly crush any idol drama cliché.
"Now this is top-tier."
Gu Ran closed the trunk, a wicked smirk curling the corner of his mouth.
Afterward, he drove to the downtown mall and headed straight for the Tiffany counter.
It was still too early to give her a diamond ring; it might scare away that timid little rabbit.
He picked out a classic key pendant necklace. Made of platinum and set with small diamonds, it was understated yet exquisite.
By the time he finished all this, the sky had grown dark.
The black Audi A6L melted into the night like an elegant cheetah, speeding away toward County A.
...

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?"

] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.

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."