"Brother Fang! Brother Fang! Have mercy!" Yu Duoyu was utterly stunned, staring at the hand that had stopped just inches from his face. The movement Fang Zhiyi had made was dripping with lethal intent.
"Don't get so close to me," Fang Zhiyi said coldly.
"Heh heh." Yu Duoyu released his grip. "I've already made the arrangements." As a seasoned middleman who traveled far and wide, Yu Duoyu had his own connections—though some weren't exactly aboveboard.
The markets in Guang City were chaotic at this time, flooded with outsiders, which had given rise to various factions.
Yu Duoyu's "contact" led him and Fang Zhiyi to inspect the goods, but they were ambushed by rivals in a narrow alley. The glint of knives in their hands made Yu Duoyu's legs tremble.
"This doesn't concern you. Get lost," one of the attackers said, surprisingly reasonable.
"Why are they after you?" Fang Zhiyi asked, eyeing the scar-faced man guiding them.
"Business rivalry, damn it. These bastards resort to dirty tricks when they can't win customers fair and square," Scarface sneered. "Just go." He took a slight step back.
Fang Zhiyi sensed his intention to flee and grabbed him. "No need."
"Huh?"
Watching Fang Zhiyi take down two men using the cramped alley to his advantage, Yu Duoyu regained his confidence.
"Your friend here—some kind of technician?" Scarface asked uncertainly.
"What's it to you? Mind your own business!" someone from the opposing side shouted.
Fang Zhiyi sighed. "I'm just here to buy goods. But if you kill him, I won’t have a supplier."
"You asking for death?" Despite the threat, Fang Zhiyi knocked out two more men, leaving the speaker hesitant. Was this guy some kind of martial artist?
Fang Zhiyi clicked his tongue. "How about you come with us instead? I’ve got a business opportunity and need manpower."
Tempted by both force and profit, their inspection team grew in numbers. Scarface was reluctant but kept quiet—after all, once they reached his turf, he could settle the score.
But once they sat down, both sides were mesmerized by the grand vision Fang Zhiyi painted.
Tapping his rough sketch on a cardboard box, Fang Zhiyi declared, "At this rate, neither of you can meet my supply demands alone. I need you to work together and ensure the safety of the materials. Within three years, I’ll have you driving luxury cars and buying high-rises!"
Scarface felt the urge to applaud but held back when he saw his rival sitting across from him.
"But... is your product really that good?" someone questioned.
"Lacking faith in your own product is the first mistake! Let me put it this way—even if you dominate this area, so what? Can you monopolize the market? Or do you think jail time beats honest money?"
"Let’s do it!" The leader slammed the table and glared at Scarface. "What about you, dumbass?"
Scarface shot back, "You’re the dumbass! I’m in too!"
Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath. "One month. We’ll have a finished product in one month." Both sides stared at him with hope, dazzled by the grand blueprint—they could already see their future success.
When Fang Zhiyi returned to the small county, the electromechanical factory was already undergoing reforms. The myth of the "iron rice bowl" had shattered. Salesmen scrambled for clients or chased unpaid debts. Lin Jianguo, now the factory director, had gone gray—the factory needed transformation, or it would dissolve like the battery plant, leaving workers jobless.
The hand-crank generator business was declining, with nearby markets saturated and knockoffs emerging. Fang Zhiyi’s return reinvigorated the small workshop.
Dressed sharply, Fang Zhiyi reappeared at the factory. Seeing Lin Jianguo’s stress-whitened hair, he stated his purpose.
"You started a company? 'Big Millet Company'? Sounds like a grain seller," Lin Jianguo joked weakly.
Fang Zhiyi handed over a stack of documents. "My research and proposal. Take a look, Uncle Lin."
Lin Jianguo skimmed at first, but his interest grew with each page.
"We have injection molding machines, and small tape drive mechanisms are doable. But we’ve never made circuit boards for tape reading and writing," he muttered.
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "Not a problem. I’ve already sorted the circuit boards."
Lin Jianguo looked up. "You have that kind of expertise?"
Fang Zhiyi shrugged. "I went to Guang City and secured suppliers."
Lin Jianguo nodded and kept reading. The English-learning craze was rising, and the repeater—a novel student product—filled a gap. Imported tape recorders were expensive and bulky. The market desperately needed affordable, portable learning electronics.
By dusk, Lin Jianguo closed the file, studying Fang Zhiyi intently.
"If the project fails, I’ll cover half the losses," Fang Zhiyi said casually, exuding the confidence of a millionaire despite his empty pockets.
Lin Jianguo suddenly laughed.
"When I first met you, I never imagined this day."
The factory convened a meeting to discuss the "third industry" transformation plan. Skeptics fell silent when Fang Zhiyi unveiled the first prototype.
On the very day the repeater launched, Xiao Hei informed Fang Zhiyi that third brother Fang Mingrui had been arrested for stealing public property. Since he was months shy of adulthood, he was sent to juvenile detention. Fang's Mother was frantic, but Fang's Father and second brother Fang Haoran reacted indifferently, even mocking the situation. This led to another fight between Fang's parents, but Fang's Mother summoned her brothers, forcing Fang's Father to back down—though the downside was her money ending up with Fang Zhiyi’s deadbeat uncle.
Fang Haoran grew more listless by the day, mirroring Fang Zhiyi’s past self—working at dawn, eating, then laboring again.
"The original host was used to it, but Fang Haoran? He’s tasted freedom. That’s the sweetest revenge." Fang Zhiyi grinned like a triumphant schemer.
Just as he predicted, this selfish, parasitic family could be torn apart with money. Imbalance in interests would destroy them from within. But it wasn’t enough—their reckoning was far from over.
The five from the small workshop now worked openly for Fang Zhiyi. Paired with English practice tapes or Hong Kong-Taiwan pop music cassettes from Guang City, the repeater sparked a buying frenzy. The once-deserted factory gates now teemed with queued trucks and dealers daily.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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!
