Just as Lin Tianba was on the verge of collapse, Lin Ran decided to twist the knife even deeper.
"There's one more thing I forgot to tell you. The area next to 'Linyuan Scenic Estates' was never a garbage dump—that’s located in the suburbs. What’s actually next to it is the prestigious Jingda Elementary School. The billboard you saw? I had it put up. After all, it’s my project—no harm in a little marketing."
"What?"
Shock. Horror. Suffocation.
Lin Tianba froze on the spot, finally realizing where things had gone wrong.
So, all of this had been Lin Ran’s doing.
"You ungrateful brat, you—"
Slap!
Lin Ran withdrew his hand and took a towel from Wang Bao, wiping his fingers meticulously.
Cough!
Lin Tianba, overwhelmed with rage, spat out a mouthful of blood. Wang Bao swiftly opened an umbrella, shielding Lin Ran from the spray.
Lin Tianba collapsed to the ground, his face twisted in terror as he pointed a trembling finger at Lin Ran. "You... you... you—"
But no further words came out.
Pathetic, Lin Ran thought. With a mindset like this, you still dream of a comeback? Keep dreaming.
"This man is no longer part of our company. Throw him out."
Security personnel outside the conference room immediately stepped in, weapons in hand, and unceremoniously hauled their former boss away.
The remaining people in the room were stunned.
They had heard Lin Ran’s words loud and clear.
No one had expected that Lin Ran, who had kept a low profile all these years, would play such a devastating hand.
Not only had he completely outmaneuvered Lin Tianba, but he had also resolved the company’s crisis in one fell swoop.
No—not resolved. There had never been a crisis to begin with. It had all been Lin Ran’s scheme.
Everyone stared at him, a mix of admiration and fear in their eyes. This young man was ruthless, decisive—terrifying.
Those who had sold their shares were now drowning in regret, cursing their own blindness.
But they kept their emotions in check. Investments were like that—once the move was made, there was no taking it back.
After all, not everyone was as shameless as Lin Tianba.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside. A security guard rushed in to report.
"Trouble! The homebuyers have stormed in!"
Lin Ran waved a hand. "Let them in."
The guard hesitated, glancing around uncertainly.
Qu Te Niang snapped, "Are you deaf? Do what the boss says!"
Snapping to attention, the guard hurried out.
Moments later, a crowd barged into the conference room.
"Where’s Lin Tianba? Bring him out! I’ll kill him!"
Lin Ran raised a hand. "Calm down, everyone. He’s already transferred all his shares to me. Your grievances are now mine to handle."
"Some kid like you? How the hell are you gonna fix this?"
Lin Ran’s brow furrowed.
"What do you want?"
"A refund!"
"Fine. Someone, process his refund—and take note of his details. Next time he wants to buy, the price goes up 20%."
The man laughed mockingly.
"Hah! You think I’d ever buy your garbage properties again? Keep dreaming!"
The shareholders in the room exchanged glances, looking at the man as if he were an idiot.
Soon, the refund was processed, and the man received his money on the spot.
Suran Group’s swift action left the protesters stunned.
They had been protesting for days—why was this young man suddenly so accommodating?
Lin Ran addressed the crowd. "Anyone who wants a refund can get one now. But let me make this clear—'Linyuan Scenic Estates' is a school district property. I’m saying this on record, with video proof. If any of you regret this later and want to buy back in? Sorry, we won’t sell to you."
The crowd exchanged uneasy glances.
They had gathered fifty or sixty people to storm the place, all demanding refunds.
As for Lin Ran’s words?
Capitalists were bloodsucking monsters—you couldn’t trust a single thing they said.
So, most of them chose to take the refund. Lin Ran had them directed to the finance office to queue up. Only a handful silently slipped away.
There were still some smart people in this world.
After Lin Tianba was thrown out, Lin Ran suddenly remembered—his two "dogs" were still squatting in the company.
A mischievous thought crossed his mind. Glancing at the time, he saw he still had half an hour before he needed to head back to cook.
"Where are Liu Yuemei and Lin Jian?"
A former secretary of Lin Tianba quickly spoke up. "In the converted storage room on the 7th floor."
Lin Ran smirked.
"Uncle Qu, I’ll leave the rest to you. I have some business to attend to."
Qu Te Niang panicked, scurrying over to Lin Ran and whispering urgently,
"Young Master Lin, please don’t call me that—I don’t deserve it!"
"Uncle Qu, you were my mother’s old acquaintance. Of course you deserve the title."
Qu Te Niang scratched his head awkwardly. "Young Master, I may have known Madam Su, but I’ve been working under President Luo all this time. You’re her husband—how could you call me 'uncle'?"
He spoke so quietly that no one else heard.
Lin Ran blinked.
"Luo Yao?"
"Yes. Last time, it was President Luo who arranged for me to list those shares, tricking Lin Tianba into cutting his losses."
Suddenly, everything clicked for Lin Ran.
So, Luo Yao had been by his side all along.
"Very well. From now on, you’re the chairman of Suran Group."
Qu Te Niang stood frozen.
Lin Ran had single-handedly resolved the company’s crisis. Anyone with half a brain knew Suran Group was about to reach new heights.
And at this pivotal moment, Lin Ran had handed him the reins. Such trust was overwhelming.
Years of hard work, and now, with just one sentence from Lin Ran, he was stepping into an entirely new realm.
If he became chairman, would he still have to scrape by on unpredictable investments?
The investment game was like the stock market—only a tiny fraction profited, and Qu Te Niang had been scraping the bottom of that elite tier.
What you thought was a sure bet often turned to smoke. Looking back, staying where you started was already an achievement—most people only lost ground.
"Boss, I won’t let you down. I’ll make Suran Group the finest real estate company there is."
Lin Ran nodded. "Then, Chairman Qu, until next time."
"Take care, Boss."
Lin Ran headed to the 7th-floor storage room with his men—only to recoil the moment he stepped inside.
"Damn, is this a pigsty?"
He ordered his men to drag the two out. The well-trained bodyguards covered their noses as they entered.
When Liu Yuemei and Lin Jian were hauled out, they were still shouting incoherently.
Lin Jian: "Huan ha wu! Huan ha wu!"
Liu Yuemei: "Who are you people? Breaking into private property is illegal, you know!"
Lin Ran looked down at the mother and son with amusement.
"Private property? This is Suran Group’s territory. Your husband has already sold it. Naturally, I’m here to escort you out."
"Xiao Ran?"
"Gege?"
Wang Bao brought over a chair, and Lin Ran sat down imposingly, gazing at the two pinned to the ground.
"One’s a cripple, the other’s a mute. How entertaining."
"Beat them up first. We’ll talk later."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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!
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?!
