Lin Xuan looked at the contact note on his phone and frowned.
It seemed the person cursing him behind his back was Lei Hui.
He had caught Lei Hui and other company executives complaining about his absence from the company several times.
"Uncle Lei, are you talking about me behind my back?" Lin Xuan said in a dangerous tone.
Lei Hui frowned. "Boss, what are you talking about? When did I curse you?"
Lin Xuan: "You don't need to explain. I know it must be you."
Lei Hui: "..."
He understood now.
Someone must be cursing the boss behind his back, and the boss mistakenly thought it was him.
Was he catching strays for no reason?
Forget it. Let it be a misunderstanding.
He wanted to make the boss realize that not coming to the company made it easy for employees like them to gossip behind his back.
"What is it, Uncle Lei? Tell me," Lin Xuan said.
"Boss, it's like this," Lei Hui said with a smile. "You haven't been to the company for a long time. A lot of documents and issues have piled up here that need your attention. What do you think, Boss? Do you want to come over to the company for a bit?"
Tianmu Group had gathered a group of talents. Actually, they could handle things well, but they still couldn't compare to Lin Xuan.
For some of the more important projects and issues, Lei Hui felt that Lin Xuan still needed to review them personally for him to be at ease.
Especially today, when he heard Foxtail say that the boss had mass-released tens of thousands of words for his novel a few days ago.
Lei Hui instantly felt unbalanced in his heart.
Writing novels only earned peanuts, yet the boss still updated it. Their company's projects easily exceeded hundreds of millions. The boss couldn't just update his novel and ignore the company's projects.
So he called Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan rubbed his temples. "I don't have anything going on right now anyway. I'll head over."
"Alright, Boss." Lei Hui was happy. "Boss, I'll wait for you at the company."
"Yeah." Lin Xuan nodded.
After hanging up, Lin Xuan drove to Tianmu Group.
As soon as he got out of the car, he was noticed by Jiang Yutong's people.
The man didn't dare to delay and immediately called Jiang Yutong.
Jiang Yutong was originally in a meeting. When her phone rang, she picked it up and saw the contact note.
Her heart was full of excitement.
It was the person she had sent to keep an eye on Tianmu Group calling her.
Jiang Yutong answered the call.
"You're contacting me, did Little Xuan go to Tianmu Group?" Jiang Yutong asked impatiently.
"Yes, President Jiang. He just arrived at Tianmu Group," the other party said.
"Good, thank you for your hard work. I'll give you a bonus of thirty thousand."
Jiang Yutong excitedly hung up the phone.
She had to carefully plan what to give Little Xuan this time.
Jiang Yutong couldn't care less about the meeting. She put down her phone and said, "That's all for today's meeting. Dismissed."
After arranging the gift for Lin Xuan, Jiang Yutong returned to her office in a great mood.
Jiang Manting was sitting in her office.
Jiang Yutong asked curiously, "Sister, when did you get here?"
"Just arrived." Jiang Manting asked with a slight smile, "Tongtong, what happened? Why are you so happy?"
Jiang Yutong answered, "Little Xuan went to his company. I had someone bring him a gift."
Little Xuan hadn't appeared at Shangqing University or his company for several days.
Now she finally had a chance to continue pestering Little Xuan. How could she not be happy?
Jiang Manting said in surprise, "Little Xuan actually went to the company."
She had also sent people to inquire about Little Xuan's movements.
She found out that Little Xuan was a hands-off boss and rarely ever appeared at the company.
She didn't expect that Little Xuan could develop the company so well and have such loyal subordinates despite going to the company so infrequently.
Little Xuan was indeed a business prodigy and very good at winning people's hearts.
"Yes," Jiang Yutong nodded and said, "Sister, you don't know, Little Xuan rarely goes to school and the company. After I started pestering him, he appeared even less."
She could finally catch Little Xuan. How could she not be happy?
Actually, she hoped more that Little Xuan would go to Shangqing University so she could personally pester him.
Since he went to Tianmu Group, all she could do was send some gifts over.
"Tongtong, I have something to do. I'll be leaving first." Jiang Manting suddenly stood up and hurriedly left Jiang Yutong's office.
"Strange," Jiang Yutong muttered. "In the past, when my sister came here, she would stay for at least an hour. Why did she leave so quickly this time, and her back looked so urgent?"
Jiang Manting held her phone and said as she walked, "Contact Tianmu Group. I'm going there personally to discuss cooperation with them right now."
"Also, prepare the cooperation materials and send them to Tianmu Group. Be quick."
"Yes, President Jiang," the person on the other end respectfully agreed.
Jiang Manting put down her phone.
She wanted to take this opportunity to have a good talk with Little Xuan.
As soon as Lin Xuan arrived at the company, as always, he faced a mountain of documents and a large group of employees asking questions.
Lin Xuan started dealing with them with a headache.
"Boss." An employee walked in.
"The second young lady of the Jiang family has sent you a gift again."
Lin Xuan rubbed his temples with a headache.
He knew this would happen.
Lin Xuan said, "Just like before, send the gift back unopened."
"Boss," the employee said hesitantly. "This time's gift is different from before."
"What's different about it?" Lin Xuan frowned slightly.
The employee's expression was a bit strange. "You'll know once you come and see."
He led Lin Xuan to the window.
Outside the Su Group building, there were many drones.
After a short while, a drone flew to the window of Lin Xuan's office. Petals fell, and at the same time, a banner dropped from the drone.
"Little Xuan, happy first birthday, grow up healthy."
A gift box was also hanging on it.
After a short while, another drone flew over.
[Little Xuan, happy second birthday, be happy and joyful.]
A birthday gift was hanging on it as well.
Lin Xuan's temples throbbed.
Could it be that Jiang Yutong was going to make up for all his past birthday gifts?
Just as Lin Xuan thought.
From one year old to his twenty-fourth birthday.
Drones, petals, banners, and gifts were arranged for all of them.
Lin Xuan took a deep breath.
Jiang Yutong really was endless.
"Besides this, did Jiang Yutong send any other gifts?" Lin Xuan said through gritted teeth.
The subordinate shook his head. "No more."
"Good, just ignore her."
Lin Xuan returned to his desk and started reading the documents again.
Those Su Group employees were full of excitement.
"Is this how the second young lady of the Jiang family pursues our boss? Oh my god, this is too romantic."
"President Su is rich and beautiful, and the second young lady of the Jiang family is so romantic. I don't even know who to support to be our boss's wife anymore."
"Our boss is truly charming to have so many excellent women obsessed with him."
However, their boss was capable, very handsome, and a good person.
It was very normal for many women to like him.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
