Mr. Qin, what are you...
George looked puzzled, glancing from Qin Ning to Richard.
Qin Ning didn't say a word. He stood up, placed a hand on his shoulder, and said, Close your eyes.
Hearing this, George didn't overthink it and simply closed his eyes.
Then, under the watchful eyes of Richard and the others, George's body was enveloped in a layer of white light.
A few seconds later, the white light vanished.
Try standing up, Qin Ning said with a smile.
Hearing this, George froze for a moment, then frowned.
What did he mean, try standing up?
He didn't even have legs, how could he stand?
Was this guy crazy?
Did he even know what he was saying?
Wait, no!
Soon, George realized something.
The various discomforts in his lower body had disappeared at some point.
He abruptly looked down at his lower half, and then, George was completely stunned.
My feet... my feet...
It took him a good while to process it, his face full of disbelief.
Tears uncontrollably flowed from his eyes. He was so overwhelmed with emotion that his body couldn't stop trembling.
He tried to stand up, then took a few steps right in front of everyone, finding absolutely no discomfort.
Moreover, these weren't prosthetics!
These were real legs and feet!
Although he didn't know exactly what Qin Ning had done.
The man had actually made his legs grow back!
Such a thing completely overturned George's worldview, far exceeding his understanding of the world!
Thump!
Without a second thought, George dropped to his knees before Qin Ning, kowtowing several times. He said with immense excitement, Respected sir, thank you... thank you for letting me stand again...
Since you can stand now, don't just kneel so casually in the future. Qin Ning waved his hand, gesturing for him to get up.
Hearing this, George nodded and stood up, looking gratefully at Richard.
At this moment, he finally understood what Richard had meant by the things he said before they came.
He had heard people say that Richard had been staying in China all this time, not even wanting to manage his family's business.
Back then, George couldn't understand—what was so great about China?
To make Richard so obsessed that he stayed here indefinitely.
Now, it all made sense to him.
This ancient country had always had many legends, but what George hadn't expected was that it truly possessed beings beyond ordinary comprehension.
Could this be the legendary Eastern immortal?
Soon, after finishing their meal, Qin Ning took Qin Fei and the others back to his villa.
Early the next morning.
George went to the Feiya Group with Wang Er and the others.
When the staff, directors, and logistics team responsible for the new drama saw George, they all wore looks of sheer astonishment.
As an internationally renowned major director, they naturally knew of George. They never imagined the company could actually invite someone of his caliber.
Was it because of money?
Most likely not!
Because many people knew George had a rather eccentric personality. After becoming famous, he never directed or participated in any project just for the money.
In other words, George's arrival was mostly due to other reasons.
As for what those reasons were, that was beyond their knowledge.
Around noon.
With George joining, the preparatory work for the new drama made significant progress.
At a five-star hotel in the city center, Qin Ning arrived with the group.
Inside the private room, everyone chatted while waiting for the food to be served.
Just then, a young man dressed head-to-toe in designer brands walked in, wearing a pair of sunglasses.
He swept his gaze over the people seated, chose to completely ignore them, and walked straight up to Yang Xin. Smiling, he extended his hand. Hello, Miss Yang. I am Wu Lei, CEO of Lihai Entertainment in Dong Province. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Yang Xin frowned. She only glanced at him and didn't respond.
However, she had heard of Lihai Entertainment before. It was the largest entertainment company in Dong Province, and even on a national scale, it ranked among the top.
Here to poach someone? Wang Er and the others were clearly taken aback. Even if they were fools, they could see what Wu Lei's intentions were.
Most likely, Yang Xin's performance in the livestream yesterday had caught Lihai Entertainment's attention, and they wanted to invest heavily in her. That was why Wu Lei had come here in person.
Seeing that Yang Xin had no intention of shaking his hand, Wu Lei frowned slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed. I heard Miss Yang hasn't officially acted in anything before. I've looked into this new drama of yours, and it seems somewhat interesting. However, for a long Xianxia series, the special effects alone will cost an unimaginable amount. Although the company you're with now did a decent job with early promotions, I'm afraid their follow-up funding won't be able to keep up. Not only will this show fail to make you famous, but it might also ruin your reputation.
On the contrary, our Lihai Entertainment is different. Whether in terms of funding or other aspects, we are considered top-tier in the domestic entertainment industry. If you are willing to cooperate with us...
Sorry, I'm not interested. Please leave and don't interrupt the meal with my friends, Yang Xin said. She strongly disliked his overly familiar pitch, which also gave off a condescending vibe.
Heh, Miss Yang, don't be so quick to refuse. You might not know this, but Lihai Entertainment is actually just one of the companies under my name. I am involved in other industries as well. Have you heard of the Wu family of Dong Province?
To tell you the truth, I am the future successor of the Wu family, he declared with an arrogant look.
The Wu family?
Wang Er looked over. You mean the Wu family that is the wealthiest in Dong Province?
Heh, it seems you guys have some knowledge after all.
Wu Lei smiled. That's right. I am Wu Lei, the only son of the wealthiest family in Dong Province.
Oh.
Originally, he thought everyone present would be surprised and gasp in awe, but to his unexpected dismay, the only response he got was a simple 'Oh.'
Furthermore, Wu Lei saw that Wang Er and the others were now staring at him as if looking at an idiot.
Are you done talking? If you're done, get out. Stop embarrassing yourself here. The Wu family of Dong Province? In my eyes, it's still lacking and not fit to grace the stage, Cai Cheng chuckled.
Hmm?
Hearing this, Wu Lei immediately frowned, his expression turning cold. Big words. As the wealthiest family in Dong Province, my Wu family's assets have a market value of nearly a trillion, yet in your mouths, we are not fit to grace the stage?
Wang Er smiled and said, Would you believe me if I told you that with just one phone call, I could make your Wu family's assets lose half their market value within a single day?
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
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 school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
