However, after the police conducted their inquiries, checked the injuries, and questioned the onlookers as well as Fang Zhiyi himself, they confirmed one thing: the Zhang family was full of lazy gluttons with a terrible reputation. In contrast, Fang Zhiyi spoke eloquently and naturally. He had even been willing to give up a high-paying job in the city to return and help his biological family. The villagers also vouched for his good character. Finally, the police officer shook his head: You are right to want your family to work hard and get rich, but you cannot rush it, and you certainly cannot hit and scold your older brother, understand?
Fang Zhiyi looked full of remorse. I understand. It is just... look at him. He is so old yet still so lazy. I got anxious and gave him a couple of smacks... I am sorry for causing you trouble.
The police officer expressed his understanding, then turned to the Zhang family. Your situation is a family dispute. You need to communicate with each other. As parents, how can you two fail to set a good example? You are not even as good as your son! A family needs to work together to live a good life!
No, officer, he is the one freeloading at our house... Wang Ling grew anxious. But the moment she pointed at Fang Zhiyi, she saw him run his hand across his neck. She instantly understood his threat. W-we understand...
Seeing the police about to leave, Zhang Xiong could not hold back anymore. I surrender! We beat up a manager in Hai City! We assaulted someone! He... he was the one who ordered us to do it! He pointed excitedly at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi looked completely innocent.
As soon as those words came out, Zhang Daming and Wang Ling were stunned.
The police officer turned serious. Hold on, I will verify this immediately. Nobody move!
That day, the entire Zhang family was taken away, and Fang Zhiyi was no exception.
The police contacted Hai City and found that such an incident had indeed occurred. They just had not found the culprits. But now that the attackers had willingly outed themselves, they definitely had to be dealt with.
The final outcome is this: either you pay compensation to earn their forgiveness, or you will be detained and fined.
Make your choice. Discuss it carefully. With that, the police officer left, giving the family some space.
Fang Zhiyi crossed his arms. Tsk, tsk. Look at you. Does the family even have money for you to confess without being tortured? Hmm?
Wang Ling and Zhang Daming also glared at Zhang Xiong in dissatisfaction.
Zhang Xiong panicked. Why are you not involved? Why?
Fang Zhiyi threw his hands up. I did not hit anyone. I merely said I was fired by the manager. You were the ones who went up and beat him.
You are talking nonsense...
Do you have proof? Fang Zhiyi gave a half-smile.
I...
Enough! Stop arguing! Zhang Daming's mind was a mess. He did not understand how their perfectly fine slacker lifestyle had turned into this. What do we do now? What do we do? I do not want to go to jail!
The Zhang family had no money, and Fang Zhiyi had even less.
But Fang Zhiyi had a great idea.
Thus, under Fang Zhiyi's suggestion, the Zhang family's old house was auctioned off, completely uprooting the Zhang family's foundation.
In contrast to the dejected Zhang trio, Fang Zhiyi was thrilled. Look, after selling the house and land and paying the compensation, there is still quite a bit left! Let us go live it up a little.
You! Zhang Daming glared at Fang Zhiyi, and Fang Zhiyi stared right back. What?
Nothing. We will listen to you. Zhang Daming was completely out of options. This second son was like a piece of sticky candy clinging to their family. They could not beat him, could not chase him away, and could not shake him off. Most importantly, even if they called the cops, the authorities would not care. It was considered an issue of family education, not a criminal case. What was the point of calling the police?
Under Fang Zhiyi's spending habits, that little bit of money did not even last two days, and the Zhang family fell into utter despair. They now had no house and nowhere to return to. Wang Ling tried to stop Fang Zhiyi, but he completely ignored her. He bought whatever he wanted to eat and played whatever he wanted to play. The Zhang family should have been happy, but whenever they thought about how this was paid for with their house, they just could not bring themselves to enjoy it.
But surprises always come suddenly. When they woke up one morning, Fang Zhiyi was gone.
Zhang Xiong, who discovered this first, was initially surprised, then wept tears of joy. Mom, Dad, he... he left! He left!
The three Zhangs were ecstatic, until the hotel receptionist came to notify them that their time was up and they had to check out.
Then we will go! Zhang Daming shouldered his luggage. Without Fang Zhiyi around, anything was fine!
Sir, please wait a moment before leaving. Yesterday, you ordered ten cartons of cigarettes and twenty bottles of liquor at our front desk, saying you would settle the bill upon checkout. Will you be paying with cash or card?
The formerly joyous family plummeted back into hell.
Devil! He is a devil! A devil! Wang Ling was so furious she nearly collapsed to the floor.
You... do not happen to be broke, do you? The receptionist frowned, her hand reaching for the phone.
In Hai City, a man covered in rags with his hair matted into clumps looked up at a street sign and suddenly rejoiced. I am back! I am back! Fang Zhizu had finally managed to return to the city where his adoptive parents lived on his own.
As for being wanted by the police? The two Fang elders could take the heat. At worst, they would just pay compensation! His biological parents only cared about money. As long as there was money, they would not be afraid!
Fang Zhiyi, you can stay there and slave away for them! He burst into loud laughter.
Suddenly, a person appeared in front of him. The young man scratched his head. You are Fang Zhizu, right?
Fang Zhizu froze, looking panicked. You have got the wrong person.
The young man shook his head. I would recognize you even if you turned to ash... He muttered, The system has been nagging in my ear about it for days...
Who are you? Fang Zhizu was on high alert.
The young man smiled. Who I am is not important. Do you want to make money?
Fang Zhizu paused. Looking at the other party's attire and the luxury car not far away, he swallowed hard and nodded vigorously.
Make money! Then get revenge! He would make everyone who looked down on him die!
The door to the Fang residence was pushed open. The two Fang elders were not home. Fang Zhiyi walked around, left a letter behind, and also put down the money he had just extorted from those people before quietly backing out again.
By doing this, the Fang parents will be very sad, will they not? Little Hei asked in confusion.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. Being sad is better than losing their lives. Not to mention, neither the original host nor that ungrateful brother deserves this familial love.
Little Hei did not quite understand, but he nodded anyway. Then are we leaving, or...?
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. No can do. We finally caught a wealthy host. We have worked hard through so many worlds, should we not enjoy ourselves a bit?
Little Hei silently felt sorry for that tasker.
Before that, I need to let my lovely little brother properly enjoy a high-class life. Fang Zhiyi smiled wickedly once more.
He would never have the chance to harass that kind Fang couple again.
Fang Zhizu did not realize something was wrong until he was strapped to an iron bed. He struggled desperately. Let me go! Your boss promised me! He said he would make me the CEO!
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."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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?!
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.
