The local gangs are so rude.

Kindness is often misunderstood.

Yang Laojiu couldn’t comprehend the care and life-saving grace his two nephews had shown him.

All he knew was that those two trucks had just gotten away.

Yang Laojiu slapped both of them again.

Smack! Smack!

"Get up, I’m driving."

"Today, I’ll show you what it means to love the job you do!"

"..."

"Uncle!"

Meng Hu clung to the steering wheel, refusing to let go. "Uncle, listen to us. Don’t drive."

"What’s the matter? Is there a bomb in the car? Will it explode the moment I start the engine?" Yang Laojiu’s eyes were red with anger.

Meng Hu shook his head. "No bomb, but something worse. A bomb would kill us instantly—no suffering. But if we run into him, we won’t even be able to die. It’ll be pure agony."

Kuang Long nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Uncle. He’s beaten us up multiple times, never leaving serious injuries, but he always targets the weakest spots. The pain is unbearable. Just thinking about it makes my guts twist. That guy’s terrifying."

"??"

Yang Laojiu frowned. "What are you talking about? Who?"

"It’s..."

Kuang Long was about to explain when—

Clatter!

The van’s sliding door was yanked open.

All three men inside jumped in fright.

Six eyes turned toward the entrance.

Cao Cheng stood at the door, glancing at the group inside before grinning. "So it’s you guys. Long time no see, brothers! I’ve been looking for you—real hard."

Σ(°△°|||) "..."

(＃°Д°) "..."

The brothers were petrified.

He… he… he pulled a reverse ambush? That earlier departure was a fake?

And he’s been looking for us?

Oh god~~~~

Yang Laojiu, still defiant, barked, "The hell are you?"

"The hell do you care who the hell I am?"

Cao Cheng tossed back the reply, stepped into the van, and slammed the door shut behind him.

Meanwhile, the driver and passenger doors flew open as the brothers stuck their legs out, ready to bolt.

But in a blink, their legs were yanked back inside, accompanied by a mocking "Back you go!"

Thud! Thud!

Both doors closed.

Then the van began rocking violently.

A moment later—

Silence.

Cao Cheng stepped out, politely shutting the door behind him. The van fell completely still.

He adjusted his collar, smoothing out the wrinkles from the scuffle—no need to explain further, you degenerates already know.

"Local gangs these days have no manners. Stalking me? Planning an ambush on Old Cao?"

"This isn’t over."

Cao Cheng was pleased.

Finally, some negative emotions to harvest from a good beating.

That’s the real prize.

Normally, he couldn’t just randomly pummel people like a lunatic. But since they delivered themselves to him, he’d beat them till the end of time.

...

Inside the van.

Three men, bruised and battered.

Meng Hu spat out two teeth.

Not Cao Cheng’s doing—the Young Master didn’t hit him.

He’d dodged a strike and slammed his face into a hard part of the van. His teeth weren’t that sturdy to begin with—fillings, you know?

So they popped out.

Kuang Long and Yang Laojiu looked slightly better, at least not covered in blood.

Yang Laojiu finally understood. "The guy you were talking about earlier—it’s him?"

"Yeah." Kuang Long winced as he spoke, his split lip stinging.

Yang Laojiu’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Why’s he in Zhonghai?"

"D-d-dunno."

"Chasing you? He said he’s been looking for you."

"N-n-no way!"

"Damn it… what kind of monster did you piss off?"

Yang Laojiu was on the verge of tears.

After decades in the underworld, he hadn’t been beaten in years—partly due to his skills, but mostly because he’d climbed high enough to avoid dirty work.

They’d fought back just now.

But it was like ants challenging a god.

In that cramped van, Cao Cheng handled them like slaughtering chickens—effortless.

Yang Laojiu knew: this man was a real expert.

But he couldn’t let this slide.

Or his reputation would be trash.

Three men couldn’t take him.

What about thirty?

If the brothers knew their uncle’s plan, they’d already be buying train tickets.

...

Cao Cheng strolled away, lighthearted, not bothering to chase them down.

Let them heal first.

A fist must be pulled back before striking harder.

Pigs fatten up before slaughter.

Two weeks of rest later—

Back to work.

Miracle Capital Investment’s structure was set. Just needed bodies to fill the seats.

A manager was hired—a middle-aged woman.

Maybe Third Sister was used to working with female bosses. Cao Cheng didn’t care, as long as she was competent.

The big decisions were still his.

This was a wholly-owned company. No explanations owed to anyone.

So—

Cao Cheng devoted a whole day to work.

Meetings with the manager and execs, laying out his investment philosophy and core demands.

He tossed out concepts years ahead of their time—

"Internet ecosystems," "blockchain." The room was dazed.

But they got the gist.

One sentence: Miracle Capital aimed to build a complete corporate ecosystem.

From solar, photovoltaics, wind energy, to semiconductors, internet, financial services, logistics, industrial parks, R&D, and education partnerships—everything.

Seemingly scattered investments now.

Massive spending.

But in the future? A self-reinforcing, synergistic industrial web.

That was the big picture.

For smaller ventures, Cao Cheng had plans too. Like that drone startup founded last year—in his memory, it wouldn’t see Series A for a decade.

Now? Dirt-cheap to invest.

Next year, Tencent shares.

ByteDance didn’t exist yet…

No need to jump into short videos early. Wait for them to build it.

Why waste energy?

Money’s infinite.

A full day of work, lunch eaten in the conference room.

The team assumed their boss was a workaholic—future exhaustion looming.

But—

Just one day.

Cao Cheng vanished.

The company marched on. Plans drafted, awaiting his approval before funding.

...

Another half-month break.

Summer break was almost over. Time to work again.

This time, a grueling two days.

The Fourth’s Miracle Culture Media.

Structure complete.

More meetings, more grand visions. Cao Cheng circled a spot on the map, declaring:

"This will be our entertainment empire."

"Everything within this circle will belong to… Miracle Culture Media Co., Ltd.—where a group of dream-driven Eastern entertainers, under the leadership of Cao Cheng and his Fourth Sister, will create the miracle of life!"

"The future mecca of Asian entertainment."

"And a century later—a museum chronicling its history."

"So..."

"Everyone, work hard. The company is mine, but it's primarily yours!!!"

"..."

The crowd applauded.

The Fourth awkwardly lowered her head, scraping the ground with her toes, her whole body covered in goosebumps.

If there hadn't been people around, she would've cursed out loud.

The meeting continued.

As for which celebrities to bring on board,

which projects, variety shows, or films to invest in… Cao Cheng had already made his selections—busy as ever.

But right now, the top priority was one show—China's Best Business!

It had to be greenlit this year, with all preparations wrapped up before winter.

The launch was set for next spring, aiming to dominate the market by summer.

Cao Cheng’s reward and penalty system was top-tier, the kind only seen in major listed companies decades later, complete with a clear promotion structure.

There might be some two-faced people in the mix, but so what?

Underperformers get axed.

High-performers get promoted.

As long as Cao Cheng held the reins, nothing was a problem.

This was the moment the King of Entertainment was born.

Alright.

Work’s done.

After two months… of a grueling five-day grind.

Time for a break, right?

Any more of this and he’d drop dead from overwork.

Plus, there was a big draw coming up…

Might as well beat up a few more thugs soon—no point wasting free negativity.