"If they don’t provoke me, I won’t stir up trouble. But if they dare to mess with me or bully you, I’m not someone to be trifled with either."
Soon, the car arrived in front of a grand and imposing auditorium. Wang Bao presented his identification, and the vehicle, along with the security team, entered the parking lot.
The people gathered here today weren’t just the wealthy or influential—they were the true titans of the business world and high-ranking officials.
Luo Yao and her group stepped out of the car and, guided by the ushers, walked into the auditorium, which was dignified yet simple in appearance, devoid of any slogans or banners.
Once inside, the atmosphere transformed completely. The room was filled with business magnates, many of whom were familiar faces.
Lin Ran had no worries about this bidding competition. In his previous life, Luo Yao had smoothly secured this project and successfully built the tech city.
As for how the construction ultimately turned out, Lin Ran wasn’t sure.
It wasn’t a quick project—even by the time of his death in his past life, the tech city hadn’t been completed.
But even partially built, it had already become a sought-after hub for countless tech leaders.
The cutting-edge technological products and AI showcased there could be called groundbreaking achievements of the era.
The collaborative projects within the tech city even broke commercial cooperation records, surpassing all previous benchmarks.
Even China’s satellite network plan was completed there, surpassing the rival network of a certain powerful nation in one fell swoop.
Inside the auditorium, Li Chifen was discussing the bidding strategy with Samsung’s Park Bo-gi, plotting how to secure the deal.
Park Bo-gi wasn’t trying to enter the Chinese market with smartphones—he was banking on Samsung’s technological prowess.
This bidding was open to foreign companies, but with one strict condition: Chinese firms had to hold the majority stake, and foreign partners had to concede profits.
This was why a giant like Samsung still sought local collaboration despite its massive scale.
The terms were harsh, but they didn’t stop numerous world-renowned companies from participating. After all, the Chinese market was simply too lucrative to ignore.
"Luo Yao is here. This time, I believe you, Chairman Li, will redeem yourself. Together, we can outmaneuver the Luo Group in business."
"Additionally, as you know, Samsung’s smartphones dominate the global market. If this partnership succeeds, we’re willing to cede 50% of the profits to your three families—just to bring Samsung back to its former glory in China’s mobile industry."
Park Bo-gi gestured enthusiastically with one hand, painting a grand vision of the future.
Why only one hand?
Because the other had been injured in a phone explosion.
It still hadn’t fully healed.
Though the cast was off, movement was difficult.
"Chairman Park, I think you should focus on recovering your hand first before discussing smartphone collaborations with us."
"Also, I’ve heard you want to introduce Samsung’s other electronic products into China. Even though we’re partners, this kind of market-grabbing move will provoke backlash from many."
As they were talking, Luo Yao happened to walk by, and Park Bo-gi immediately fell silent.
Only after she passed did he speak again.
"Actually, I—wait, where did he go?"
He looked around but couldn’t find Li Chifen anywhere.
Park Bo-gi’s face darkened with irritation.
"Chinese people are all cunning and rude… really infuriating… Aish."
Meanwhile, Li Chifen had already made his way to the Luo Group’s seating area. He strode confidently up to Luo Yao, though inwardly, he was terrified.
But he had to keep up appearances.
After all, everyone knew he and Luo Yao had bad blood. If he didn’t act hostile, people would suspect something was off.
"President Luo, what a pleasure to see you again."
Li Chifen extended his hand. Luo Yao gave him a cold glance, but before she could react, Lin Ran stepped forward, blocking her and gripping Li Chifen’s hand firmly.
"Chairman Li, your memory must be slipping. Didn’t we just see you yesterday? My wife even crashed through your gates—twice. And I flipped one of your tables. Oh, and you accused us of cutting out… uh, what’s-her-name’s tongue."
Lin Ran genuinely couldn’t remember that woman’s name.
Liu Meng, acting out of habit as an assistant, whispered a reminder: "Lu Xiangting."
"Ah, right, Lu Xiangting."
The moment Lin Ran finished speaking, heads turned all around them. Some faces showed anger, others disdain, and a few were clearly enjoying the drama.
Li Chifen hadn’t expected Lin Ran to humiliate him so openly.
"There were some misunderstandings yesterday. Must you keep bringing it up, Mr. Lin?"
Lin Ran raised an eyebrow. "What? Afraid of embarrassment? Half the people here were there yesterday—they already know everything. What’s there to hide?"
"Oh, I get it. You think it’s fine as long as no one says it to your face, right? That people can laugh at you behind your back, and it doesn’t matter? You know what that’s called? Self-deception. Covering your ears while stealing a bell."
"Well, I, Lin Ran, happen to dislike hypocrites like you. So I’ll say it right to your face. Got a problem with that?"
Li Chifen had originally come to ask Luo Yao about some documents, but before she could even speak, Lin Ran had launched into a relentless verbal assault.
And the worst part? Li Chifen couldn’t do a thing about it.
Everyone could see how much Luo Yao doted on Lin Ran—he was practically her lifeline.
Li Chifen had confirmed this yesterday.
After the banquet, he’d immediately ordered an investigation into Lin Ran and Luo Yao’s backgrounds. Though the information was scarce, two things became clear:
First—never provoke Lin Ran.
Cross Luo Yao, and she might just compete with you in business. But cross Lin Ran, and she’d come for your life.
Second—Lin Ran and Luo Yao weren’t faking it. This wasn’t some business alliance or arranged marriage.
The Lin family wasn’t even worthy of an alliance with Luo Yao.
From what little he’d gathered, it was obvious the two were deeply in love.
Realizing this had shocked Li Chifen.
A woman who’d killed her own parents and wiped out half her family’s bloodline—how could she have such emotions? It was unbelievable.
But this also meant Luo Yao had a weakness.
This was the only reason Li Chifen hadn’t panicked yet.
He wouldn’t touch Lin Ran unless absolutely necessary. After all, no one wanted to provoke a madwoman.
"Mr. Lin, you jest. I’ve been in this business long enough to stop caring about face. I just think there’s been a misunderstanding between us. Why hold onto grudges when we could resolve them?"
"Hold onto grudges? I even brought you a gift yesterday, and you’ve already forgotten? Some gratitude." Grudges?
Li Chifen: ???
Had Lin Ran given him a gift?
"What? Don’t remember? I even left my car emblem as a hair accessory for you."
Li Chifen’s face twisted in anger. He admitted it—he was furious now.
He’d been trying to avoid conflict, but Lin Ran kept pushing.
"Ha. Even if you’re some kind of dragon, Mr. Lin, there’s no need to press me so hard. This is Shanghai. Who do you think you are?"
"Your daddy."
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.
