But he knew even better that this was because his son was too irresponsible.
If he hadn’t done those things, no one would have had leverage against him.
"Chairman Wang, we’ve already launched PR efforts immediately, but it’s no use. Young Master Dacong has other scandals too."
Wang Xiaolin: "Other scandals? Can you just tell me everything at once?"
"Multiple people are now suing Young Master Dacong, demanding that our Wanwan Group compensate them for reputational damages."
"What? Why?" Wang Xiaolin looked utterly confused.
At worst, Wang Dacong’s involvement in group promiscuity was just a private moral issue—he’d be detained for a few days and that would be it.
Moreover, the authorities had no right to expose the identities of the women involved, and those women certainly wouldn’t reveal themselves. At most, it would be treated as gossip—hardly something that should escalate to this level, right?
The person reporting handed Wang Xiaolin a tablet.
"Chairman, you should see this for yourself. Young Master Dacong has now become a teacher."
???
An explosive piece of news swept across the internet.
[Wang Dacong’s Scandalous Photos Incident.] (Reiterating, this story does not reflect real events.)
The reason? Wang Dacong’s computer broke down, and the repair technician stumbled upon shocking secrets—detailed records of the measurements and appearances of major celebrities.
The technician immediately copied the files despite the risks and later tried to blackmail Wang Dacong for money. Wang Dacong arrogantly berated him instead.
Furious, the technician fled abroad overnight and leaked all the photos and videos.
The internet exploded.
Countless people’s so-called "pure and innocent" idols turned out to be… like this in private.
Reading the news, Wang Xiaolin staggered back, staring blankly at the ceiling.
For a long, long time, he said nothing, silently counting how many ceiling tiles covered the entire office.
Finally, after finishing his count, Wang Xiaolin responded.
"Do whatever you can to mitigate the damage. That ungrateful son is dragging our Wang family to ruin."
Meanwhile, the internet went wild.
[What the hell is happening in this world? This is insane! How can these so-called "innocent idols" be so wild in private? And my favorite star was one of Wang Dacong’s conquests?]
[Damn, your goddesses are out here doing this?!]
[I just wanna know—where’s Wang Dacong now? Where are those women? And where’s the content?]
In his estate, Lin Ran was also enjoying the drama. He didn’t doubt the authenticity of Wang Dacong’s scandals—after all, these were things that had happened in his past life.
Browsing the comments, he even liked a few.
[I admit my heart can’t take this. The entertainment industry really is a mess. Did you know? This isn’t just about the scandal—Wang Dacong has three trending scandals today, temporarily overshadowing Lin Ran and Luo Yao.] (Liked)
[I have a different take. I’d call Wang Dacong the Grandmaster. Remember our Brother Edison Chen? "If not for Edison Chen, how would commoners ever see celebrity X?"] (Liked)
[Hey, buddy, I think we might get in trouble for this. Be careful.] (Liked)
[I suspect this was all orchestrated. How is it possible for so much dirt to come out in a single day? Doesn’t that seem fishy?] (Liked)
The online frenzy was overwhelming. The scandal about Wanwan Group’s box office fraud was buried—but no one expected it to be overshadowed like this.
And this wasn’t even the end. Worse was yet to come.
Of course, this was all Liu Meng’s doing.
At this very moment, Liu Meng was nervously watching her assistant team, her palms sweating.
All previous attacks had been directed by Luo Yao—but this time, she was the one calling the shots.
This was a financial siege—a bloodless yet brutally violent battle.
Luo Yao had one demand: to secure enough funds for the upcoming projects in the tech city.
How?
By extracting it from Samsung and the three major families.
"Everyone, our next move is to short the stocks of the Lu and Wang families. Seize the right moment to cash out. My only requirement is to maximize profits."
What was the right moment? Naturally, the moment before stepping in to "save" them.
If the two families knew what was good for them, they’d submit to Luo Corporation. If not, well—they could kiss their fortunes goodbye.
If even Samsung couldn’t stand against them, what made the Lu and Wang families think they could?
Proudly calling themselves "homegrown Chinese enterprises," they acted all high and mighty.
Even Samsung had to tread carefully in China.
But the truth was, Samsung had its own agenda.
If not for needing something from the three families, Samsung alone could crush all three of them.
Yet even a powerhouse like Samsung had to bow before Luo Yao’s overwhelming capital—let alone the three families.
Because Luo Corporation’s greatest asset was its endless wealth.
The funds used in this siege were Luo Corporation’s ultimate trump card.
As Liu Meng led her team into action, the three major families were scrambling (except for Li Chifen).
In a high-end hotel in Shanghai, Samsung’s Park Bo-gi finally met with his eldest son.
Park Gukgi solemnly urged his father to back down.
"If we withdraw now, we’ll only lose some penalty fees. But if we don’t, we’ll face immense financial pressure—whether the bid succeeds or fails, it’ll hurt us."
"If we fail, the capital invested during this period will drag us down. If we succeed, we’ll have to invest even more, straining our cash flow further."
Park Bo-gi: "What do you know? China is the key to our next breakthrough. We must secure this deal."
Just then, Lu Lutong called.
"Chairman Park, how are the funds coming along?"
Park Bo-gi’s face darkened. He hadn’t expected the funds from Korea to be delayed.
Those idiots back home dared to defy his orders.
"They’re ready. They’ll be transferred to our joint account shortly."
After hanging up, Park Bo-gi turned to his son. "See? There’s no turning back now. If we back out, it’s not just about penalties—the three families will be left vulnerable. Once they finish their bid, whether they succeed or fail, they’ll turn on us. And it won’t be as simple as it is now."
"Plus, if we break the contract first, other potential partners will lose trust in us, hurting our future deals. Do you realize how damaging that would be?"
Park Gukgi fell silent. He had considered all this.
But Samsung was truly in trouble—otherwise, he wouldn’t have come to persuade his father personally.
"You’re afraid of the three families retaliating, but what about Luo Corporation? Aren’t they the more terrifying opponent?"
Park Bo-gi’s expression soured, as if recalling something unpleasant.
"No matter what, the deal stands. I won’t say it again."
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?"
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...
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.
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!
