"If you can grab them... here's the deal. If you can pick up 15, I'll throw in three large plush toys as a bonus."
"Deal."
Su Yang smiled and resumed his operation.
One, two, three, four, five... nine. After consecutively grabbing ten toys, the stall owner's face had already turned a shade of green. He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Hey, buddy... how about you stop here? I'll refund the rest of your tokens, alright?"
Su Yang’s expression darkened as he shook his head. "No need. There are still eighteen tokens left—I’m playing them all."
"Buddy, listen... I’ll give you five small toys if you just stop, okay?" The owner grimaced, clearly reluctant.
At this point, Song Anquan, standing nearby, scoffed coldly. "No way. He’s playing all of them! What kind of business is this? You laugh when people can’t grab anything, but when they start winning, you want them to stop?"
"It’s not like that... I’m just running a small business here. How about I refund the rest of your money, okay?"
Su Yang turned to the owner and said, "I’m grabbing them all today. And you’re giving us three large plush toys—that was your promise. A deal’s a deal."
Ignoring the owner’s sour expression, he went back to the machine.
A few minutes later, Su Yang had used up the remaining eighteen tokens without a single miss. Jiang Mengyun and the other two were now holding an armful of plush toys.
The owner looked on, his face twisted in frustration, nearly on the verge of tears.
Su Yang turned to him with a grin. "Alright, done. Hand over the three big ones."
"Uh..." The owner hesitated, unmoving.
"What? Trying to back out?" Su Yang asked calmly.
The owner seemed to steel himself before turning his head away. "I only have one big plush here. Take it if you want—there aren’t any more."
Hearing this, Song Anquan stormed forward, ready to "reason" with the owner.
Su Yang grabbed his arm. "Don’t worry. I’ll handle it."
He stepped forward and swiftly seized the owner’s shoulder, applying just enough pressure. "Listen, pal. This isn’t how you run a business. You keep your word."
The owner winced, feeling as if his bones were about to crack. He had planned to play the victim and collapse, but Su Yang’s grip was like an iron vise—he couldn’t move an inch.
Clutching Su Yang’s wrist with both hands, he cried out in pain, "Alright, alright! I’ll give them to you! Just let go!"
"So, you have them now?"
"Yes, yes! Big bro, please! I’ll give them to you!"
Su Yang released him with a cold snort.
Rubbing his shoulder, the owner scurried behind the machine and reluctantly pulled out three plush toys over a meter tall, handing them over.
Jiang Mengyun beamed as she stepped forward. "Su Yang, you’re amazing! Let me carry them!"
"Go ahead." Su Yang handed her the toys before turning back to the owner.
"Remember this—next time, don’t try to cheat people. If you run your business fairly, I’d have stopped after a few wins. But since you pulled this stunt, you brought it on yourself."
The owner nodded frantically, looking miserable. "Got it, got it."
Su Yang didn’t bother with further words. He turned to the others with a smile. "Let’s go."
[Ding! Jiang Mengyun’s favorability toward the host has increased to 40. Reward: 5 million.]
—Well, well. A pleasant surprise. Not bad.
……
Over an hour later, Su Yang’s phone buzzed with a WeChat notification.
The florist, Xuanxuan, messaged him to say the wedding car decorations were ready.
He checked his phone and announced, "The car’s done. Let’s head back."
"Sure!"
The Internet-famous street wasn’t far from the florist. The four of them retraced their steps and arrived at the shop in just over ten minutes.
The Rolls-Royce Cullinan now had a large heart-shaped arrangement of red roses on the hood, with additional roses adorning the roof. Red ribbons fluttered from the side mirrors, completing the wedding car aesthetic.
Su Yang glanced at Song Anquan. "What do you think?"
"Looks great! Really nice."
"As long as you’re happy."
Xuanxuan stepped out of the shop and smiled at them. "So, gentlemen, satisfied?"
Song Anquan nodded approvingly. "Perfect. The flowers are so fresh!" He leaned in to take a whiff.
Xuanxuan chuckled. "Of course! They were just picked."
Su Yang studied the flowers and asked, "How long will they stay fresh?"
"They’ll last two days without wilting. If you have time tonight, you can mist them with water to keep them fresh even longer."
Su Yang nodded. "Got it. Everything’s set, then?"
"All done. You’re free to take the car whenever."
"Great. Thanks."
The four of them got into the car. Xuanxuan waved as Su Yang started the engine. "Drive safe!"
……
Forty minutes later, Su Yang pulled up in front of Song Anquan’s house.
The open space outside was already packed with seven or eight cars.
Song Anquan groaned. "Damn. No parking left."
Su Yang tilted his head. "No problem. We’ll squeeze in."
He pressed the accelerator and steered toward the crowded lot.
"I don’t think there’s enough space..."
Su Yang grinned. "There is. See that gap behind the last two cars? Just enough."
"Bro, this car’s huge. It’s gonna be tight. Hold on—let me get someone to move their car forward a bit."
"No need."
Su Yang drove forward along the edge of the road, then shifted into reverse, turning the wheel sharply.
With three smooth maneuvers on the narrow concrete path, he backed the massive vehicle into the last available spot. The whole process took less than thirty seconds.
Song Anquan whistled. "Damn, bro. That was pro-level parking. You’ve gotta have, like, twenty years of experience."
Su Yang smirked. "Nah. Anyone who’s driven for a couple of years could do it. Let’s go."
"Alright."
They stepped out and headed into the bustling courtyard.
It was now 4:20 PM, and the place was packed with relatives and friends. Song Anquan immediately dove back into host mode, serving tea and chatting.
Chen Qi disappeared into the crowd as soon as they entered.
Only Su Yang and Jiang Mengyun remained in the courtyard, sitting on plastic chairs and snacking on sunflower seeds.
Jiang Mengyun turned to Su Yang. "So, are they leaving right after midnight?"
Su Yang nodded. "Yeah, it’s a long drive. You should try to nap in the car later, or you’ll be exhausted."
Jiang Mengyun’s eyes sparkled mischievously. "I have a request... but I’m not sure if I should say it."
Su Yang raised a brow. "What’s so secretive? Just say it."
"Uh... can I ride with you tonight?"
"Huh? Ride with me? Then who's gonna drive your car?"
"There are plenty of people here—just ask someone to drive mine. My eyes get tired too fast on the highway at night, so I figured I’d hitch a ride with you and drive back myself tomorrow morning."
Su Yang thought for a moment and said, "Fine, but you’ll have to find someone who can drive yours."
"Heh, got it~ I’ll go ask around in a bit~"
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
