Liu Wei also saw the video that quickly topped the trending list.
His entire body went weak.
This guy’s a pro.
The thought flashed through his mind, but the next moment, Liu Wei shook his head. Impossible. How could some middle-aged man know this stuff?
But Fang Zhiyi’s final apology only served to reignite the fury of netizens.
The comments section was flooded with apologies.
“Uncle Fang, I just slapped myself twice. I’m such a scumbag.”
“No! Let her keep the stall open! I’ll bring my boyfriend to eat there every day—if he refuses, we’re breaking up!”
“That’s all the profit they make? Seriously?”
“What did you expect? Fresh beef isn’t cheap. Frozen stuff would be cheaper.”
“Damn you, Liu Wei! I’ve decided—from now on, I’m camping in your comments section.”
“Liu Wei, ID number: XXXXXXXXXXX.”
That same day, opportunists flocked to Fang Xiaoyu’s stall, snapping photos of the torn plastic banner with the caption: “She’s really gone.”
“Wei, pay me my wages. I quit,” the cameraman said.
Liu Wei’s eyes were bloodshot, his expression like a bear trapped in a pit.
“What wages? Huh? Everyone’s rebelling now?” He panted heavily. “You’re sitting on massive traffic and don’t even know how to capitalize on it? No wonder you’ll be stuck working for others forever!”
The cameraman, already resentful, shot back, “Traffic? The platform’s stepped in—your account’s banned!”
Liu Wei shook his head. “Impossible. If the main account’s gone, I’ll make a new one! I refuse to believe I won’t bounce back! People have short memories!”
“I don’t care about that. Just pay me.”
Soon, others arrived—all demanding their wages. They knew Liu Wei was finished.
“You? You useless bunch! If you weren’t so amateur, I’d have blown up ages ago!” Liu Wei vented his rage at them.
But he didn’t realize his every move was being live-streamed by a new intern. Seeing the flood of backlash, the intern had a sudden stroke of inspiration and hit “Go Live.”
“What do these netizens know? I’ve made so many videos for them—they should be worshipping me!”
“Liu Wei, wake up. The other vendors you maliciously edited have already exposed you.”
“Enough talk. Pay up!”
The argument escalated into a physical fight. Liu Wei, outnumbered, was pinned down and beaten. The intern’s stream was abruptly cut off by the platform.
Shaking his head, the intern stepped forward and kicked Liu Wei twice for good measure.
Soon, the whole group was hauled to the police station.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi’s comment section kept growing—questions, comfort, apologies—but he didn’t respond.
Days later, he posted another video: Fang Xiaoyu, grinning brightly as she hoed a field, looking like she genuinely loved farming.
“Wow, I can’t believe this girl knows how to farm.”
“I… I think I’m becoming a fan.”
“Woke up too fast. Saw a pretty girl farming. Going back to sleep.”
“Damn, she’s really skilled at this.”
Fang Zhiyi captioned it: “My ancestors were farmers. We love this land—and so does she.”
The comments overflowed with praise and blessings.
Fang Zhiyi squinted at the backend data, smiling.
Since returning home, Fang Xiaoyu had been kept busy with tasks, leaving no time for her phone. Fang Zhiyi knew she was juggling real-life chores and her virtual farm game.
Clueless about her online fame, she reveled in farming, happily posing for her father’s camera.
“Dad, once I’m an influencer, I’ll build you a big house! Maybe even find you a wife!”
Fang Zhiyi laughed and scolded her, thinking, Little do you know you’re already famous.
Fang Xiaoyu didn’t know. She’d used her dad’s money to order supplies—fencing, lumber, even drafting plans to renovate their old home. Buried in blueprints, her eyes sparkled with excitement. She even had her dad look up info for her—since he had free time anyway.
The fruit trees in her virtual farm were already blooming, while the newly planted ones on the hill struggled. Fang Xiaoyu fretted. The vegetables, at least, grew fast under Fang Zhiyi’s guidance. She’d learned pest control, fertilizing, even took meticulous notes.
Just as she was stressing, Fang Zhiyi posted again.
Netizens watched Fang Xiaoyu, straw hat on head, patiently deworming crops, and sighed wistfully.
“I wanna quit my job and farm too.”
“You? Okay, tell me what crop this is.”
“Sobs She’s my new comfort creator.”
“Xiaoyu’s so pretty—even squatting in a field. It’s hard to explain.”
“That’s the beauty of labor. (Though she is naturally cute.)”
Fang Zhiyi stuck to his plan: no ads, no narration, just raw clips of their conversations and Fang Xiaoyu’s daily tasks.
One day, she fixed the house. The next, fertilized trees. Then, she bought a tractor and learned to drive it.
Every video earned overwhelming praise.
Unbeknownst to her, Fang Xiaoyu was thriving online—while Liu Wei kept getting dragged back into the spotlight.
True to his word, Liu Wei spammed new accounts. But netizens remembered his words. Each account was mass-reported. His infamy left him unemployable.
Living like a guerrilla, his team disbanded after the beating. Now, he scraped by on savings.
As the fruits neared harvest, Fang Xiaoyu grew restless. At dinner, she finally spoke up.
“Dad, there’s something I need to tell you.”
Fang Zhiyi smiled. “I’ve got something to tell you too.”
They stared, then spoke in unison:
“You first?”
“Me first?”
“No, you go.”
Chuckling, Fang Zhiyi pulled out his phone. “Here, my influencer daughter—check your account.”
Fang Xiaoyu froze, taking the phone. She knew he filmed her, but farming videos? Who’d watch those?
Then she saw it: millions of followers.
“Dad, you—you—”
Fang Zhiyi’s eyes twinkled.
“How much did you spend on fake followers? Don’t waste the house sale money!”
Rolling his eyes, Fang Zhiyi sighed. “Can’t you tell real from fake?”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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!
