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."

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.”

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

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."

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?