Women often chat while getting their nails done, and this young woman was no exception. She started talking about her bag, then her car, and then casually noticed Xie Xiaoli's purse, naturally complimenting it.
Xie Xiaoli's vanity was satisfied, and she gradually became more friendly.
But when the woman asked what car she drove, Xie Xiaoli hesitated, glancing at her small electric scooter parked not far away. Luckily, her friend quickly changed the subject, and the woman didn’t press further.
Later, when the woman effortlessly paid for a membership and drove off in her sports car, Xie Xiaoli’s friend watched the taillights fade and sighed, "Must be nice to be rich, right, Xiaoli?" It was just an innocent remark, but Xie Xiaoli took it as a veiled jab.
"Who doesn’t have money?" she snapped, standing up and storming off, leaving her friend bewildered.
That evening, Xie Xiaoli spotted a flyer plastered on her apartment door. The building was always littered with ads—no one ever bothered to remove them. She barely glanced at it until one particular ad caught her eye:
"Ultra-low interest! Borrow big with just 20 yuan a day! Start living luxuriously today!" Below it was a photo of a sleek car.
Xie Xiaoli stared, already picturing herself behind the wheel. But she shook her head and went inside. Unbeknownst to her, Fang Zhiyi across the hall watched everything. He murmured into his phone, "Keep going. Do it right, and there’s a bonus."
A cheerful female voice replied, "Thanks, Brother Fang!"
She didn’t understand why her new boss had assigned such a strange task—just drive a repossessed car, carry a designer bag, and get her nails done. But if it was this easy to make money, only a fool would say no.
The next day, Xie Xiaoli ran into the woman again at the salon. She claimed she’d grown tired of yesterday’s nail art and wanted a new design. Xie Xiaoli’s friend gushed over her extravagance, though inwardly she welcomed such high-spending clients.
Strangely, the woman now sported the same hairstyle and bag as Xie Xiaoli.
"Wow, what a coincidence! Even your bags match!" the friend remarked with a laugh.
The woman smiled, eyeing Xie Xiaoli’s purse with a slight squint. Xie Xiaoli tensed—her bag was a knockoff. Had this wealthy woman noticed? She subtly slid it under the table.
"Your skin looks great," the woman said. "Where do you get your treatments?"
Xie Xiaoli hesitated before naming her usual salon. She might not be rich, but she invested in skincare.
The woman frowned. "Never heard of it. I go to the one downtown. Wanna join me next time?"
Xie Xiaoli knew that place was exorbitant but forced a smile. "Sure."
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi set his plan into motion. He summoned his lackeys and picked the most meek-looking one, Xiao Hua, whispering instructions.
Though confused, Xiao Hua nodded eagerly. For days afterward, he rode a rundown electric scooter around the neighborhood.
Finally, Old Man Gao and Old Lady Gao took the bait. As Xiao Hua wobbled along, a sudden shriek made him brake hard. He turned to see Old Lady Gao clutching her leg on the ground.
Old Man Gao grabbed him. "You reckless idiot! You hit my wife!"
A crowd gathered. Fang Zhiyi "happened" to pass by and pushed through. "What’s going on? An accident?"
Old Man Gao seized the opportunity. "Pay up! My wife’s hurt! What if she’s seriously injured?"
Fang Zhiyi crouched beside Old Lady Gao, grinning. "How much?"
Recognizing him, Old Man Gao hesitated—rumor had it Fang Zhiyi had even dared to cross the Wang family. But glancing at the flustered Xiao Hua, he figured Fang Zhiyi was on his side.
"Five thousand! Not a cent less!"
Fang Zhiyi nodded solemnly. "Not a cent less!" He shot Xiao Hua a look.
Xiao Hua stammered, "Shouldn’t we take her to the hospital first?"
Old Man Gao refused—he knew his wife was fine. "Nice try! Hand over the cash!"
The crowd murmured.
Xiao Hua flushed. "I don’t have it on me... I’ll get an advance from my boss?"
Old Man Gao softened slightly. "No tricks. Everyone’s watching."
"Then come with me?" Xiao Hua suggested.
After a glance at his still-groaning wife, Old Man Gao agreed. He climbed onto the scooter, barking at Fang Zhiyi, "Take my wife home."
Fang Zhiyi said nothing. As they left, he turned to Old Lady Gao. "Up you get, auntie. The ground’s cold."
Her beady eyes darted before she snorted and slowly sat up.
The crowd’s murmurs grew louder.
Fang Zhiyi feigned concern. "Oh right, your leg’s hurt, isn’t it?" Trapped, Old Lady Gao nodded and flopped back down.
"Don’t know where you live, and I’m afraid to move you. How about I call a cab?" With that, he slipped away, leaving her stranded.
Under the crowd’s scrutiny, Old Lady Gao could only clutch her leg and play dead.
Meanwhile, Xiao Hua led Old Man Gao through winding alleys to a shabby house. He slid open the door and stepped inside. Old Man Gao followed, wary of escape.
He instantly regretted it.
The room housed a shrine, a machete on the desk, and half a dozen tattooed thugs.
A bespectacled man asked, "Xiao Hua, who’s this?"
Xiao Hua grinned innocently. "Says I hit his wife with my scooter. Wants five grand."
A young man polishing a cleaver slowly turned. "How much?"
Old Man Gao’s bravado vanished. No audience, no cameras. His voice shrank. "Just... a little something. It was an accident."
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!
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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?!
