"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.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
