Lin Ran: "For this real estate company, let’s stick to the old arrangement—you get 5% equity. You’ll be the largest shareholder after me, and your position will be General Manager of the entire group. Right now, we’re only in real estate and media, but we’ll expand further in the future. I need your support."
Wu Zhishang was taken aback. He admitted his bond with Lin Ran was rock-solid, but was he really cut out for managing an ever-growing enterprise?
Even the current media company—just focused on livestreaming—was already keeping him swamped.
"Bro Lin, I’d love to, but I might not be capable enough."
Lin Ran laughed and patted his shoulder. "Capability isn’t the most important thing. You just need to know how to manage—delegate tasks instead of doing everything yourself."
What ability? What experience? None of it mattered when stacked against the power of cold, hard cash.
Did people really think success was all about skill? There were plenty of talented people in the world, but opportunities were scarce. The key was seizing the right one.
And those who handed out opportunities? They held fate in their hands. Hard work might lead to success, but those born in Rome would always have the upper hand.
Harsh, but true.
Now, Wu Zhishang’s opportunity was Lin Ran himself—and Lin Ran’s backer was Luo Yao.
From the very beginning, they were already invincible. That was Lin Ran’s unshakable confidence.
"After all, you wouldn’t want your ex to say you were hopeless, right?"
"Fine, I’m in."
Wu Zhishang gritted his teeth, then added, "But promise me—if I mess up, you won’t give me crap for it."
Lin Ran nodded. "Relax, I won’t say a word. I’ll just beat you up."
Wu Zhishang grinned. "Joke’s on you—if getting beaten means free equity, just leave me breathing."
After a pause, he grew serious. "For real, bro. If we lose money, I’ll sell everything to cover my share. We’re brothers."
Lin Ran gave him a sidelong glance. "The losses we’d take wouldn’t even dent my wife’s allowance for me."
Wu Zhishang scoffed. "Bro Lin, you’re full of it."
Lin Ran pulled out a black card. "Know what this is? A World Bank Black Card—with a ten-billion credit limit. My wife’s spending money for me."
Wu Zhishang stood frozen, utterly speechless. It took him a long moment to recover.
"Bro Lin, your wife might be loaded, but I’d rather share the risk. That way, we’re both comfortable."
Lin Ran didn’t care—failure wasn’t an option for him—so he agreed.
Without hesitation, Lin Ran handed Wu Zhishang the 5% stake. It was both repayment for their brotherhood and gratitude for Wu Zhishang’s loyalty in another life. He treasured this rare bond.
Though Wu Zhishang took the risk-sharing seriously, Lin Ran’s agreement was only verbal.
Now, Lin Ran had one more favor to repay—solving Wu’s Father’s problem.
After a brief discussion, Wu Zhishang, though puzzled, followed Lin Ran’s advice and invited Wu’s Father over.
Wu’s Father worked at a construction firm, and Lin Ran planned to poach him outright.
First, it’d resolve the fallout from taking the blame at his old company. Second, it’d help build Lin Ran’s inner circle. Third, Wu’s Father was trustworthy and dependable.
About half an hour later, Wu’s Father arrived. Lin Ran and Wu Zhishang exchanged a glance before launching into a tag-team pitch—two "bright-eyed" college kids brainwashing a middle-aged man.
Wu’s Father listened in silence until they ran out of breath, then finally spoke.
"Xiao Ran, son, I’d love to help, but I doubt my company will let me go."
Truth was, he was doing well there—a mid-level manager handling both finance and labor relations.
But this was Lin Ran and his own son asking for help. As a father, he couldn’t refuse.
Besides, Lin Ran was the boss, and Wu Zhishang, as a shareholder, was also a boss. Working for his son? No question.
The only hurdle was his current employer.
"No worries, Uncle. Just resign. If there’s a penalty, we’ll cover it. I know you’ll thrive here, and remember what I warned you about last time? Leaving now is the smartest move."
Wu’s Father frowned. "Xiao Ran, how can you be so sure my company’s in trouble?"
"Because Luo Corporation investigated it. As the world’s top company, their findings should be reliable, right?" Lin Ran had prepared this excuse in advance.
Hearing it was Luo Corporation’s intel, Wu’s Father dropped all doubts.
Lin Ran pressed on. "This company has your son’s stake in it. You wouldn’t abandon him, would you? Besides..."
He patted Wu’s Father’s shoulder. "After all, you wouldn’t want to end up as the fall guy for a fraudulent company, right?"
Wu’s Father nodded firmly. "Alright, I’m in."
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.
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.
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!
