The Jiang family has already started making their move against the Zhou and Ye families. Jiang Chengshan is really reaping the benefits this time. You are quite good to your father-in-law.
Dongfang Shuye sipped his tea, standing to the side and watching Lin Mo work on his test papers.
Stop with the sarcastic remarks. It is not like I ordered it. Besides, the meat rots in the pot, in the end, will it not still be your Yanhuang Awakening sending people to clean up the mess?
At this moment, Lin Mo was doing practice problems. The training base had distributed an exercise book containing only the questions; students were supposed to copy the questions, solve them elsewhere, and then submit their work.
You are really boring. With your current status, would it not be easier to just have our people confiscate their properties? Why go through all this trouble?
Confiscating it directly and having you investigate are two completely different things.
Lin Mo stopped writing, glanced at his pen which had run out of ink, and spoke in a tone as flat as if he were discussing what to have for dinner.
The former is called throwing your weight around and abusing public power for private gain. The latter is called following the rules and upholding justice.
Dongfang Shuye was amused, the corners of his mouth twitching.
What capitalist can withstand such scrutiny from the state machine? You are just being a hypocrite, insisting on keeping that fig leaf.
A fig leaf is still a leaf. Procedural justice is still justice.
Lin Mo grabbed another pen and resumed the polygonal calculation diagram he had been working on. You know how it is. Many people are watching me, and I do not want to leave them anything to use against me.
That is true, but you just squat here in the base doing problems every day, never stepping foot outside the gates. You are more well-behaved than a sheltered maiden. Seeing you act like this, the people outside probably would not dare to provoke you anyway. What are you afraid of?
Lin Mo smacked his lips, the tip of his pen leaving a heavy ink dot on the paper.
I am afraid that if I am not careful, I will not be able to hold back, my hand will slip, and I will end up killing them all.
The air suddenly went quiet for a few seconds.
Sigh, I am afraid you will not investigate, but I am also afraid you will investigate and find some problems with my Dongfang family. If that happens, I would not even know what to do.
Lin Mo methodically turned to another page of questions, speaking as he wrote.
What is there to be afraid of? When the time comes, you can just be in charge of collecting their corpses. Anyway, anyone I kill absolutely deserves it.
When he said this, his tone was so relaxed it made one's scalp tingle.
I am a reasonable person, and I would not lie to you. Do I look like some bloodthirsty psychopath to you?
Dongfang Shuye's eyelids twitched violently.
His gaze fell on the unassuming black hardcover notebook by Lin Mo's hand.
The notebook lay casually open, mixed in with the scratch paper.
It was densely packed with names. Some names had red crosses drawn over them, while others were still waiting in line.
With every new red cross, there was one less living person in the world.
How was this a notepad? It was clearly a death note.
This guy claimed he was not bloodthirsty, yet there were at least several hundred names recorded in that death note.
Dongfang Shuye had curiously asked about it before, and Lin Mo merely said that he could not sleep at night, so he went out for a stroll and took care of them in passing.
A stroll? In passing?
What kind of normal person goes for a stroll and ends up with hundreds of lives on their hands?
The most outrageous part was that Lin Mo did not shy away from it at all.
If Dongfang Shuye pointed to any random name, Lin Mo could list a crime for which that person deserved to die.
Alright, stop imagining things that are not there.
Lin Mo seemed to see right through Dongfang Shuye's thoughts, tapping the black notebook with his pen.
Everyone in here is a ghost who deserves to die. As for those whose crimes do not warrant death or who can still be reformed, have I not left them for your Yanhuang Awakening to deal with? I call this killing the big fish and letting the small ones go. It is scientific management.
Dongfang Shuye looked at the notebook, feeling as though its black cover was a bottomless black hole.
Then on behalf of those who are still alive, I thank you for your scientific management.
--System: Aiyo, Master Jing is quite polite--
Meanwhile, at the Zhou family residence.
Zhou Nianqian's father, Zhou Chutian.
He was holding a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, continuously rolling them between his fingers.
On the computer screen in front of him were various email reports.
All of them were about investigations from government agencies.
In just thirty minutes, people from various departments had shown up at their door to conduct investigations.
The most important thing was that the people investigating him had no overlap with the network of contacts he usually associated with.
He made calls frantically, but most of them were rejected.
Someone was out to get him. As a massive entity, the Zhou Corporation naturally did not fear such inspections.
However, inspections would also cause many other problems. Whether it was loans or construction projects, everything was interlinked. If one link went wrong, it would have a huge impact on the entire group.
He believed there was even more waiting for him.
However, Zhou Chutian was not the type to just sit and wait for death.
The enterprise his family had built up over several generations was already deeply intertwined throughout Yangcheng.
He could always find a connection. As long as he found the crux of the problem, there would always be a way to solve it.
After a few more calls, Zhou Chutian learned a piece of news from certain people.
It seemed the Zhou family had provoked a massive problem, and the source of this trouble was his own son.
Soon after came a call from the Ye family.
The Ye family was also facing investigations, also by people they had never interacted with before.
Everything was exactly the same.
It was also a disaster brought about by Ye Minghui.
Fortunately, there would always be someone to tip them off.
So Zhou Chutian immediately called his son, ordering him to get back home right away!
Of course, the Zhou family did not only have this one son.
But judging by age and ability, Zhou Nianqian could be said to have the highest overall competence.
Yet this kid, without saying a word, had managed to stir up a hornet's nest of epic proportions.
Just then, the door was pushed open without a knock.
His secretary, who usually paid the utmost attention to her poise, had lost one of her high heels while running. The hem of her professional skirt was rolled up in noticeable wrinkles, and she was completely oblivious to the run in her pantyhose.
President Zhou, the market is blowing up.
The secretary slammed a tablet onto the desk, her chest heaving violently in a display of breathlessness and agitation.
Someone is sweeping up shares regardless of the cost. Our circulating stock is being frantically absorbed. At the same time, an overwhelming barrage of smear articles has suddenly appeared online. Taxes, fire safety, and even the news of us being investigated have been leaked. The stock price is not just falling, it is diving off a cliff.
A hostile takeover coupled with public opinion short-selling.
This combo was executed far too professionally and ruthlessly.
Zhou Chutian stared at the almost vertical, terrifyingly green candlestick line on the screen, his temples throbbing.
This was not normal business competition, this was aimed at destroying the Zhou family completely.
Investigate! Track the flow of funds for me! I want to see who in Yangcheng has such a massive appetite, and whether they are not afraid of choking to death!
Looking into this sort of thing was not actually illegal, and it could be done very quickly.
In just a few minutes, they could find out who was behind the purchasing accounts.
President Zhou, we can confirm that it is all people from the Tianyun Century Group. However, there is another portion being bought up by others whose identities we cannot confirm, but we estimate they also belong to the Tianyun Century Group.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
