But what does this have to do with me, Lin Ran? After all, I only have eyes for my wife.
"Hmm... I can't control her either. By the way, where is she now?"
Wu Zhishang replied, "I don’t know. She’s beyond anyone’s reach at this point."
Lin Ran nodded. "Contact her later and have her handle the PR for Yu Chengqun’s situation."
Though Wu Zhishang wasn’t some all-knowing figure, he was still a CEO. Any significant movement in the business world would eventually reach his ears.
He’d already heard about Chen Qingtian’s infamous "shattering" incident—though the specifics remained unclear.
"Got it. I’ll notify her right away. But Lin Ran, why did Chen Qingtian kick that guy? And with such brutality? What kind of grudge could justify that?"
Lin Ran: "You can ask her yourself—if she’s willing to talk. Now, let’s discuss other matters."
He swiftly changed the subject. He had no intention of prying into someone else’s private affairs.
The success of this PR effort would depend entirely on Chen Qingtian herself. It was a test of her capabilities.
Knowing Lin Ran’s temperament, Wu Zhishang didn’t press further.
The two then shifted their conversation to the state of their real estate and industrial ventures.
"Lin Ran, my throat’s dry from all this talking. Aren’t you leaving yet?"
Lin Ran: "..."
"Well, well. Now you’re kicking me out?"
"It’s just that with you here, I have to keep chatting. I’ve got a mountain of work to get through."
Truthfully, he just wanted to have a heart-to-heart with Zhang Xinyan.
Seeing Wu Zhishang cite work as an excuse, Lin Ran felt a pang of realization.
Fine. It seemed he was the only one slacking off in this world.
Though, to be fair, he only slacked off in words—not actions.
"Alright, I’ll go. But before I do, there’s something you should know. I might need to mobilize the company’s resources soon. Be ready."
"For what?" Wu Zhishang straightened in his seat.
"I’m not sure yet. My wife’s locked in a business war with the Yu-Ai family. If there’s a chance, I want to help her."
Wu Zhishang fell silent. "Lin Ran, our company’s a paper tiger. What can we possibly contribute?"
He wasn’t exaggerating. In the grand scheme of commerce, Nuanyao Group held some influence, but compared to the top-tier families, they were practically insignificant.
"We have people. Even a small effort counts. Besides, I’m just giving you a heads-up—chances are, we won’t even be needed."
Wu Zhishang nodded. Whatever Lin Ran said, he’d follow.
"Understood. You go ahead, Lin Ran. I’ve got work to do."
As Lin Ran left, he felt the world had turned against him—even his own brother was shooing him away.
At least his wife would never abandon him.
Once outside, he instructed Abner, "Look into whether the Yu family’s up to anything sneaky."
"On it."
Meanwhile, the business war between Luo Corporation and the Yu-Ai family had officially begun.
The assistant team transformed into a high-efficiency war machine, operating at a pace that sent tremors through the business world.
Within mere hours, the market value of both families plummeted by billions.
The retaliation was swift. No one had expected Luo Yao to strike first.
Gradually, the Zhang family also entered the fray.
Against a single family, Luo Yao could drive it to bankruptcy in days.
Two families wouldn’t be much harder.
But facing three at once? That was pushing it.
Still, Luo Yao wasn’t worried.
These three families had deep roots, with sprawling networks of descendants.
But that very complexity was their weakness. More people meant more financial burdens.
If their cash flow ruptured beyond a certain point, even the mightiest dynasty would crumble.
Don’t want to fall? Too bad—your own kin will tear you apart.
Unless, of course, you were a "red" family.
That’s why the Chen family, despite being the poorest among the elites, was the most stable.
And Luo Yao’s advantage?
She had scale, skill, and staggering wealth.
Most importantly, she was a lone wolf. No need to second-guess decisions or placate anyone. Her team obeyed without question—even if the orders were flawed.
This autocratic style wasn’t necessarily a virtue, but it wasn’t purely a flaw either.
Of course, wielding such power required extraordinary competence.
Vision, tactics, judgment—all had to be top-tier. Otherwise, unilateral control would be suicidal.
And Luo Yao? She was that capable.
She could adapt on the fly—shifting strategies, altering course, even abandoning plans entirely.
She also held a trump card: evidence of these families’ illegal dealings.
But now wasn’t the time to play it. She’d wait until they were tangled in chaos, desperate—then strike the fatal blow.
By nightfall, Luo Corporation’s headquarters still blazed with light, every employee buzzing with purpose.
Precision and order reigned supreme.
"President Luo, you should head home. Mr. Lin is probably waiting. We’ve got this," Liu Meng suggested.
At the mention of Lin Ran, Luo Yao’s lips curved.
She’d been busy all day, but it wasn’t exhausting.
Mostly, she’d just tweaked Liu Meng’s suboptimal directives and corrected her misjudgments.
Not out of affection—Luo Yao was grooming her successor.
After retirement, she still expected the corporation to generate steady profits. After all, she had a husband to support.
With no heirs and no love for the Luo family, Liu Meng was her chosen stand-in.
Her relentless coaching aimed to equip the future helm of Luo Corporation with wisdom—not let her learn through costly trial and error.
Checking today’s expense records on her phone, Luo Yao struggled to suppress a grin.
Not a single transaction under ten million yuan. The highest? A staggering billion.
Her A-Ran was finally embracing his role as her spending tool.
Wife: [A-Ran, come pick me up from work.]
Husband: [Your chariot awaits, Princess.]
Luo Yao stood. "A-Ran’s here. I’m leaving."
"Uh—right."
As she walked, she reflexively checked Lin Ran’s daily itinerary—and frowned.
The moment she stepped out of Luo Corporation, Lin Ran swept her into his arms. "Yao Yao, you’ve worked hard."
"Not at all. What did you do today, A-Ran?"
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.”
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!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.
