Before Lin Yu could step into the office building, a group of security guards surrounded him menacingly.
"Stop!"
"What do you think you're doing, trying to get in here?"
Four security guards frowned, and the one in the lead asked in a rather impolite tone.
Looking at these people who clearly showed their disgust for him, Lin Yu wasn't surprised by their obstruction.
After all, his current appearance, with his blackened clothes frozen stiff, was probably not much better than that of a beggar on the street.
Without wasting any words, Lin Yu directly said to the security guard leader who seemed to have the most say:
"I want to see your President, Qing Mo."
As soon as Lin Yu finished speaking, the faces of the security guards changed. The disgust on their faces became even more obvious. Two of them even curled up the corners of their mouths, looking as if they had heard a really funny joke.
Just as they were about to burst into cold laughter and stage the kind of popular plot in those so - called "cool - style" dramas, Lin Yu spoke first, interrupting their "performance":
"I almost killed your President before."
"I'm here this time."
"To talk to her about compensation."
"I hope you can inform her."
"Oh."
"By the way."
"Just tell her that Lin Yu is here to discuss money matters with her. She'll understand."
Lin Yu said calmly.
After hearing what Lin Yu said, the security guards' expressions froze, and they couldn't laugh anymore.
They looked at each other. Even though they thought this whole thing was a bit far - fetched, it was a serious matter, and they didn't dare to make their own decisions. So they took out their walkie - talkies and called their superiors.
Lin Yu stood in the freezing cold for a while.
The superiors of the security guards quickly gave a reply:
"Take him to the lobby. Secretary Liu will come down to pick him up later."
"Okay."
The security guard in the lead responded and finally stopped blocking him...
...
After waiting in the first - floor lobby for a while, a young woman in a suit stepped out of the private elevator. Following her, Lin Yu went upstairs all the way. When they reached Qing Mo's office, the woman left sensibly, as if she knew something.
The office door closed gently.
In the huge office, only Lin Yu and Qing Mo were left.
Looking at Qing Mo's cold and beautiful face with a hint of pride, Lin Yu didn't bother to talk much and directly started:
"WU..."
Lin Yu only managed to utter one syllable before suddenly stopping.
For some reason, at this moment, a sonorous and powerful conversation popped into Lin Yu's mind.
"A real man, born between heaven and earth, should stand upright. How could he do such a thing for such a small amount of money?"
"Not to mention 300,000, even 500,000, one million, ten million, or even a hundred million!"
"I will definitely never do such a thing."
Remembering the big talk he had boasted in front of Gu Yue, Lin Yu felt extremely bitter.
Damn it!
The world is going downhill!
It's all because of the situation!
After thinking for a moment, Lin Yu simply stopped thinking and decided to just go all out.
He said he wouldn't do that kind of thing for 300,000, 500,000, or one million.
But he never said he wouldn't do it for other amounts!
This shouldn't count as breaking his promise, right?
Moreover, since he was going to "sell" himself anyway, he might as well get a good price.
He could use the money to cover Tang Qinqin's medical expenses and have a more comfortable college life in the future.
And since she was so rich, it should be okay for him to ask for a bit more...
Taking a deep breath and coming up with an amount, Lin Yu spoke again, saying,
"Eight hundred thousand. From today until I go to college next year, I'll be yours."
"Okay."
Qing Mo didn't even bat an eyelid and readily agreed.
Damn it!
I asked for too little!
Lin Yu gritted his teeth secretly. Just as he was hesitating whether to have the nerve to ask for more, Qing Mo's phone on the office desk suddenly beeped.
She reached out to pick up the phone. Looking at the message on it, her slender, cold eyebrows knitted tightly together, and her extremely beautiful and charming face instantly turned cold.
She looked up at Lin Yu. In her cold tone, there was unconsciously an air of a superior. She questioned him, saying,
"What do you want this money for?"
Lin Yu was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Qing Mo to ask this question. But soon, he came to his senses. After all, he was asking for a favor. Lin Yu still chose to say what he thought Qing Mo would like to hear:
"What the hell is it to you?"
Qing Mo's cold and angry expression froze. Her cold and clear eyes squinted slightly, with ripples in the depths of her eyes. She leaned back in her chair, squinting her eyes even more, as if trying to hide the subtle emotions in her eyes.
Leaning back on the chair, with her arms crossed over her chest, she sneered coldly, saying,
"You're really nice to her, aren't you?"
"For her younger sister, you're even willing to come and beg me."
"Beg you?"
"Humph!"
Lin Yu let out a cold laugh and shook his head with a smile.
"You're really funny."
Saying that, Lin Yu's eyes sharpened. He slightly raised his chin and looked at Qing Mo with a look of disdain as if looking at trash, sneering contemptuously,
"I do need money, but you're not my only option.
"I came to you just because it's easiest to get money from you, a bitch, and I don't have to pay any price for it.
"A trash like you, a dirty pervert hiding under the skin of an upper - class person, it's a waste not to take advantage of you.
"It's like having an unwanted dog around. It doesn't hurt to kick it a few times when you're bored.
"Anyway, there's no loss."
Lin Yu shrugged, looking completely nonchalant.
Under Lin Yu's continuous insults, Qing Mo's breathing became rapid. The full breasts wrapped in the close - fitting black knitted sweater rose and fell obviously. Even the clear and bright whites of her eyes were tinged with a deep pink.
She still maintained her last bit of dignity, trying her best to hide the heat in her eyes. Looking at Lin Yu with hatred in her eyes, she said coldly,
"You really have a sharp tongue."
Then, Qing Mo suddenly changed the subject and said,
"However, I'm not saying I won't give you the eight hundred thousand.
"But you need to prove to me whether it's worth giving you this eight hundred thousand."
"Prove it to you?"
This time, Lin Yu was so surprised that his voice even became a bit shrill.
"Humph."
He let out another cold laugh and shook his head with a smile. When he looked up at Qing Mo again, his face was frosty.
"What right do you have to ask me to prove it?"
"Stop talking nonsense.
"I'm giving you two options now.
"Either!
"I'll turn around and leave right now. From now on, we'll never see each other again, and you stop being so shameless and pestering me.
"Or!
"You get down on your knees and crawl over here now.
"Take a slap from me.
"And then obediently transfer the money to me!"
It seemed that this time Qing Mo was really angered by Lin Yu. Her chest heaved even more violently. She gritted her teeth, and her delicate hand on the office desk clenched tightly into a fist. There was an unprecedented coldness in her black eyes...
...
"Yes."
"Tang Qinqin, pay four hundred thousand."
Putting the bank card handed out from the window into his pocket, Lin Yu left the payment window full of exhaustion.
Damn it.
Money is really hard to earn!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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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?!
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.
