Hong Yanwen and Fang Chenghan were both stunned.
"But the timing is always a bit imprecise," Fang Zhiyi sighed. "It should be about time."
Just as his voice faded, the landline in Hong Yanwen's office rang.
Confused, Hong Yanwen picked up the receiver. Hearing the voice on the other end, his expression shifted from respectful to smiling, and then to sheer shock.
Fang Chenghan watched as beads of sweat broke out on the forehead of this beast in human clothing, who finally hung up the phone in a panic.
Fang Zhiyi asked with a beaming smile, "What's wrong?"
Hong Yanwen glared at Fang Zhiyi. He would be an absolute fool if he couldn't guess what was going on.
"Fang Zhiyi, what did you do?" All of his previous confidence had vanished, replaced by extreme agitation.
"Nothing much, just reached out to a few friends... and told them there's a slight issue with your loans. You know, banks have risk control departments. Under these circumstances, they have every right to demand their money back." Fang Zhiyi leaned back, looking completely at ease.
"I don't have any grudge against you, do I? I merely wanted to open a school to save children abandoned by society and their families! You agreed with it too! You even said you would invest in me later!" Hong Yanwen was bewildered.
"Of course, of course. But then I thought about it, and the risks of investing these days are just too high. If my calculations are correct, you're going to be bankrupt very soon, aren't you?" Fang Zhiyi's face was full of smiles.
"It's just some loans. If you think you can..."
Fang Zhiyi suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, "Oh, and another thing. I bought the land you used to build this school. Naturally, the owner didn't want to sell, but I offered him a price he couldn't refuse. You understand." He spoke slowly and deliberately. "Tell me, if I were to use this land for something else, wouldn't your school be unable to operate? Isn't that a huge risk?"
Hong Yanwen began to tremble all over. "That's a breach of contract! Even if you bought the land, the lease I signed is for a full twenty years! Even if you own it, you still have to rent it to me!"
Fang Zhiyi spread his hands. "Exactly, I breached the contract, so I'll just pay the penalty. Of course, you'll have to sue me first." He winked at Hong Yanwen. "But I tend to drag things out sometimes. I'm not sure if you can hold on until the day I actually pay the compensation."
He smiled with a rogueish charm. "I've looked into you. All your certificates and degrees were bought, and even this school was built entirely on loans. I don't think you stand a chance against me."
"You!" Hong Yanwen stopped wondering why Fang Zhiyi was suddenly targeting him. The thought of his painstakingly built life collapsing drove him to the edge of hysteria. "Do you think you can take me down with a few cheap tricks? Do you know how many people rely on this school to eat? Do you think you can walk out of here?"
Fang Chenghan's brain had been in overdrive. Just as he felt he was finally making sense of things, Fang Zhiyi pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and handed it to Hong Yanwen. Confused, Hong Yanwen took the phone.
A little boy's voice came from the other end.
"Daddy, the amusement park is so fun! Your friend brought me here to play. You have to bring me next time, okay?"
Hong Yanwen froze completely. After a moment, he stared at Fang Zhiyi, his eyes practically shooting fire. "You kidnapped my son!"
Fang Zhiyi quickly waved his hands. "Don't talk nonsense. I just saw how busy you were and specifically had someone take him to the amusement park. How is that kidnapping?"
"You..." The phone in Hong Yanwen's hand suddenly chimed. He looked down to see a message. There was no text, only a photo of his parents back in his hometown, sitting on a sofa and smiling happily.
"Me? I'm being so nice to you! Look at how you exhaust yourself every day worrying about these little brats. How long has it been since you went home to see your parents? I was thoughtful enough to arrange for someone to send them some rice and flour." Fang Zhiyi reached over, plucked the phone from Hong's hand, and slipped it into his own bag.
Hong Yanwen stared at the nouveau riche man before him. Right now, Fang Zhiyi didn't feel like a wealthy, greasy upstart; he felt like an extremely dangerous lunatic!
By now, he had figured it out. "What good do you think ruining this school will do for you? Are you some kind of messenger of justice?"
Fang Zhiyi looked puzzled. "When did I ever say I wanted to ruin the school? I want to ruin you."
"You..." Hong Yanwen slammed his hand hard onto the desk.
The two burly men guarding the door pushed it open and barged in. Fang Chenghan had never seen his father fight anyone before, nor had he ever realized his dad was so... strong.
The large man, whom the students viewed as a demon, was grabbed by the neck, slammed onto the desk, and then kicked precisely in the back of the knee. The brute cried out and collapsed to the floor, his body twisting like a maggot.
The other man threw a punch. Fang Zhiyi dodged sideways and raised his hand, delivering a slap that left the man seeing stars. Just as he steadied himself, another slap landed. After three resounding slaps, the large man sat on the floor, clutching his face.
Hong Yanwen watched the entire scene in terror. "What... what else are you going to do? I'm calling the police!"
Fang Zhiyi spread his hands. "Be my guest."
The hand holding the phone trembled uncontrollably.
"At most, I'll get charged with brawling. According to the laws of the Li State, I'll be detained for five days. But your crimes are going to get you a lot more than five days, aren't they?" Fang Zhiyi's words were like the whispers of a demon, making Hong Yanwen shudder involuntarily.
Suddenly, as if drained of all his strength, he slumped heavily into his chair.
"Why? Why?" He couldn't understand. His business was just taking off, his advertisements had just been launched, and the results were looking good. Who could have expected that at this critical juncture, Fang Zhiyi would do so much to target him!
"Right now, you only have one way out. Package the school and sell it to me. Otherwise, I have plenty of ways to ruin you." Fang Zhiyi's phone chimed again. He glanced at it, then held it up to show Hong Yanwen a photo of his son riding a drop tower.
Hong Yanwen gritted his teeth. "You... you want this school... you're an absolute..." But he didn't dare finish the insult.
Fang Zhiyi ignored him, stood up, and walked straight toward the door. Fang Chenghan was still sitting there dumbfounded until Fang Zhiyi scolded him, prompting him to quickly scramble after his father.
"You have one hour to consider."
It wasn't until they reached the school gates that Fang Chenghan finally voiced what he had been thinking. "That's great. A dump like this deserves to be shut down!"
Fang Zhiyi suddenly stopped and looked back at him. "Who said this place is going to shut down?"
"Huh?" Fang Chenghan was confused.
"I'm a businessman. I've invested so much money into this; you can't expect me to lose it all, can you?"
"Huh?"
Fang Zhiyi's phone rang. He answered it right in front of Fang Chenghan.
"Made up your mind? I knew it. Principal Hong is a man who understands the times."
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.”
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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."
