"So that's how it is." Lin Xuan nodded. "You go ahead and get back to work then. Hua and I are heading back too."
Su Hua and Lin Xuan departed.
Jiang Qing watched their retreating figures, sighing heavily.
"I'm just a miserable wage slave," she lamented.
"When will I finally get to be the boss?"
Once she became the boss, she wouldn't have to be exploited anymore; instead, she could be the one exploiting the workers.
Jiang Qing shook her head and rushed off to continue her work.
On the way back.
Lin Xuan suddenly remembered something important.
He slapped his forehead.
How could he have forgotten such a crucial matter!
"Hua, I want to research microchips. I need to pull some manpower from your company. Could you see if there are any suitable candidates?" Lin Xuan said.
He had already selected personnel from the Tianmu Group; now he just needed people from the Su Group.
He wanted the microchip and photolithography machine projects to be a shared glory for the Su Group, the Tianmu Group, and Shangqing University.
"Alright. Tell me what kind of people you need, and I'll have Jiang Qing arrange it," Su Hua said with a nod.
Lin Xuan told Su Hua which specific roles were still missing for the chip and photolithography machine projects.
"Got it," Su Hua nodded, immediately calling Jiang Qing.
Chips?
Photolithography machines?
Upon hearing Su Hua's instructions, Jiang Qing frowned deeply.
Young Master Lin was actually leading a team to research this project... could he really pull it off?
Yes.
She admitted that Young Master Lin was quite impressive.
But jumping from computer science to microchips and photolithography machines—wasn't that a bit of a stretch?
Jiang Qing strongly suspected that Lin Xuan was just playing around.
However, judging by Young Master Lin's character, he didn't seem like the type to do things without certainty...
"Jiang Qing, halt research on our chip project. Transfer the personnel from that project to Shangqing University," Su Hua ordered.
Since Xuan wanted to research chips, he would definitely succeed.
In that case, there was no need for their company's own project to continue.
"Understood, President Su." Jiang Qing nodded.
President Su was actually halting a chip project that had been in the works for years just for Young Master Lin. She really did spoil Young Master Lin.
Shangqing University.
After class, Wang Dahe and Luo Yuan went to the cafeteria together for lunch.
Wang Dahe said, "Luo Yuan, Xuan asked us to meet at Room 808 in the Daoxiang Building at ten tomorrow morning. He said it's about the research project."
"I know."
Luo Yuan sounded depressed, looking as if all the life had been sucked out of him.
Sigh.
Although President Su hadn't done anything to him yet, he felt like there was a ticking time bomb that could go off at any moment.
Why had his hands been so itchy? Why did he have to send that video of his goddess to Lin Xuan?
And it had to be a video of her dancing in such revealing clothes...
And as luck would have it, President Su had seen the video.
Even worse, when he called Lin Xuan to ask him to delete it, President Su was the one who answered the phone.
Wang Dahe shook his head and laughed. "Luo Yuan, relax. President Su really likes Xuan, and you're an important friend of Xuan's. When President Su deals with you, she'll show some mercy."
Luo Yuan glared at him. "That's not comforting at all."
"Wang Dahe, why didn't you warn me beforehand?"
If he had been warned earlier, he wouldn't have sent those things to Lin Xuan, and President Su certainly wouldn't have seen them.
Wang Dahe raised an eyebrow. "You didn't ask. Besides, who knew you were brainless enough to send stuff like that to Xuan?"
"Luo Yuan, the most important thing for you right now is to eat, drink, and be merry. Just enjoy your life while you can."
Wang Dahe started digging into his meal.
He had chosen shrimp, beef, and some green vegetables.
This single meal cost him forty yuan.
In the past, he used to spend sixty or seventy yuan per meal.
Luckily, he had a good brother like Xuan. Thanks to Xuan and Xuan's girlfriend, he had made quite a bit of money.
He now had two million in savings.
He didn't have to be tight with his spending anymore.
Wang Dahe ate contentedly while scrolling through his phone.
"Pfft—"
Wang Dahe suddenly sprayed out a mouthful of rice.
"Cough, cough, cough."
He choked on the grains.
Sitting opposite him, Luo Yuan looked at him with disgust. "Wang Dahe, just eat your food. Why are you spitting it everywhere?"
Wang Dahe didn't answer. His eyes were glued to his phone, filled with disbelief.
Thinking he might be seeing things, he watched the video over and over again.
He even pulled up the internet celebrity's videos to compare them.
Luo Yuan noticed the look on Wang Dahe's face.
"Wang Dahe, what are you looking at? You're so absorbed," Luo Yuan asked curiously.
"Nothing much."
Wang Dahe shook his head. "I just saw something about an internet celebrity. In her videos and livestreams, she looks incredibly beautiful with an amazing figure. But now, she's been exposed."
"Exposed for what?" Excitement lit up Luo Yuan's eyes.
He loved this kind of gossip.
Loving drama was practically in the DNA of Chinese people. As an ordinary guy, he was naturally no exception.
Wang Dahe replied, "It turns out her real appearance is frumpy and ugly, and her figure is terrible."
"Oho!"
Luo Yuan's face remained full of excitement. "Her fans, especially the big spenders on the leaderboard, are going to be traumatized."
Wang Dahe gave Luo Yuan a strange look. "They definitely will be. In fact, I know one of her top donors. When he finds out, I'm afraid he might actually spiral into depression..."
Luo Yuan had been cheated on by his ex-girlfriend, and he had only recovered by watching this female influencer's livestreams and videos every day.
If Luo Yuan discovered this influencer's true appearance—and that she had a husband and kids—Wang Dahe wondered what kind of expression he would make...
Luo Yuan said, "That's pretty normal. A lot of these influencers are 'catfishes'."
Wang Dahe glanced at Luo Yuan. "Luo Yuan, do you think your goddess might be a catfish too?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Luo Yuan immediately denied it. "My goddess is beautiful inside and out. Why would she deceive people like that?"
"Wang Dahe, hurry up and show me the video."
At the prospect of some juicy drama, Luo Yuan's previous depression vanished, replaced by eager excitement.
"Alright then, take a look."
Wang Dahe handed his phone over to Luo Yuan.
When Luo Yuan saw the photo, his eyes went wide with shock. "Someone like this can be an influencer?"
To be honest, you could pull a random person off the street and they'd look better than her.
"Oh my god, she's hideous," Luo Yuan remarked.
"Her top donor is definitely going to need therapy."
Thank goodness my goddess isn't like this, he thought.
"Wang Dahe, show me her photos with the beauty filters on," Luo Yuan said excitedly.
This drama was just too delicious.
"Are you sure you want to see them?" Wang Dahe asked skeptically.
] [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!"
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?"
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
