"Alright, let's set this topic aside for now and get straight to the point."
Su Bai rubbed his hands together, ready to negotiate. On the way here, he had already consulted Teacher Da D and spent ten minutes familiarizing himself with the various expenses involved in building a tennis facility... he was fully prepared!
Don’t laugh—Su Bai had the bonus of [Master-Level Finance and Business Management] from his "System Bro," allowing him to grasp related concepts effortlessly. With just a little research into the specifics of any field, he was more than capable of discussing business with this wealthy heir in front of him.
Moreover, Su Bai wasn’t short on cash, and the other party was clearly eager to make a deal.
These kinds of transactions were the easiest to negotiate—they rarely turned into drawn-out battles.
"Hey, as for the price, it’s all negotiable. To be honest, this place really isn’t making me any money," Wu Hanyu said with a casual wave of his hand.
Seeing that Su Bai was the one who had come, Wu Hanyu actually felt more at ease. After all, this guy was seriously wealthy—the undisputed "Cash King" of Jiangcheng. If he could pay three million for a car outright, this tennis facility, which cost less than that, was nothing.
However, Yangyang, who had taken a seat beside Su Bai, was feeling a bit nervous.
Even though she was wearing a mask and a wig, dressed in a soft, feminine style that made it impossible for anyone familiar to connect her to her "Liu Chen'ang" identity, Wu Hanyu’s expression made it clear he hadn’t suspected anything about the woman accompanying Su Bai.
For someone at Su Bai’s level of wealth, changing girlfriends was practically routine. Wu Hanyu merely noted the girl’s good vibe in passing before shifting his focus entirely to the contract negotiation.
Phew, thank goodness… Yangyang secretly sighed in relief, infinitely grateful for Su Bai’s wig-and-mask disguise plan. The effect was almost too perfect!
Wait—no, this wasn’t a disguise. Her identity as a girl was her true self.
Gradually, Liu Chenyang’s mindset was changing.
With Su Bai’s encouragement, she was growing to love her real self more and more.
The psychological shackles imposed by her father’s long-standing upbringing were beginning to loosen.
......
"Then it’s settled. Pleasure doing business with you. I’ll arrange for someone to inspect the place another day. Oh, and I have a long-term team that maintains the facility—I’ll pass their contact info to you later."
Wu Hanyu added Su Bai on WeChat, rambled on for a bit, and finally got into his sports car and drove off.
From Su Bai’s perspective, this guy was actually one of the more reliable rich heirs he’d met…
Who knew if it was because the young masters from the provincial capital were just of higher caliber, or if the ones from Su Bai’s hometown were simply lacking? Back in high school, some of the wealthy guys he knew were… well, let’s just say it was a miracle if they didn’t squander their family fortunes, let alone help with business negotiations.
Wu Hanyu was pretty solid—efficient, decisive, and clear-headed.
Naturally, he had a good impression of Su Bai too.
The only thing that piqued his curiosity was the girl Su Bai had brought along. Just who was she?
She kept her mask on the whole time, quiet and well-behaved.
Plenty of girls in their circle could pull off the "well-behaved" act, but what stood out to Wu Hanyu was that while listening to their business discussion, she didn’t have that clueless, deer-in-headlights look of an outsider. She clearly understood what was being said.
At one point, she even whispered a couple of reminders to Su Bai about some details.
"Ah, if only I could find a girlfriend like that… Nah, forget it. A rare gem like that isn’t easy to come by. Might as well check out the new selections at the club."
Wu Hanyu quickly dismissed his wistful thoughts.
Truth be told, for wealthy guys like him, finding a reliable girlfriend was actually harder.
After all, many beautiful women were only after their money.
But Wu Hanyu would never have guessed that Su Bai’s "girlfriend" was actually someone he’d known since childhood in their hometown…
Familiar, yet not entirely.
Only Su Bai could truly step into Yangyang’s inner world.
After signing the papers and setting a time to inspect the tennis facility together, Su Bai drove Yangyang to a secluded spot on the outskirts of the city.
He planned to help her change clothes in the car.
Naturally, this involved some… extra steps.
During their intimate moments, Yangyang’s tenderness carried a kind of classical, traditional beauty that left Su Bai utterly enchanted.
Especially when it came to her… preferences.
And she had a natural talent for it, so much so that even the battle-hardened Su Bai had to admit he was overwhelmed.
They lingered until evening before finally reverting to the "Liu Chen'ang" form, parting reluctantly.
Su Bai rested in the car for a while, his cola still half-finished, when a sudden notification popped up in his mind.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. The reputation of the Jiangcheng University Anime Club under your ownership has increased. Reward: +1 lottery draw.]
Huh?
What was this unexpected reward about?
Not that he was complaining, but Su Bai was curious—he hadn’t done anything to boost the anime club’s reputation.
With nothing better to do, Su Bai checked the anime club’s main group chat.
After the comic convention, Su Bai had been added to the club’s group.
The group was full of colorful characters, and compared to the few cosplayers, Su Bai actually vibed better with the hardcore anime fans—they shared common interests and could even team up for gaming.
Some games were highly competitive, and since Su Bai wasn’t exactly skilled, he naturally relied on Chen Yusheng to carry him in sweet duo queues.
But for more casual, party-style games that required a crowd to be fun, he’d happily join the meme lords for some chaotic fun.
After lurking in the chat for a while, Su Bai finally figured out what had happened.
Turns out, his and Chen Yusheng’s couple cosplay had been photographed by a passerby, and a few of the videos had gained decent traction. Since they’d been at the anime club’s booth, it naturally counted as boosting the club’s reputation.
Glancing at his system, Su Bai did a quick tally—his lottery draws had piled up to ten again.
Perfect timing. Now that he had some alone time, why not go for a 10-pull?
[Congratulations, Host, for using 10 lottery draws! Rewards: +5 Appearance Points, Skill Level-Up Card x1, miscellaneous cash…]
Su Bai couldn’t help but smirk.
Damn, System Bro really gets me. Just calling it "miscellaneous cash" now, huh?
Fair enough. At this point, the cash from lottery draws was practically negligible.
In comparison, today’s tennis facility purchase was the real moneymaker.
Su Bai’s "luck balancing act" had paid off big time. While meal refunds only gave him double returns, buying the tennis facility had netted him an eightfold refund.
The negotiated price was over nine million, meaning Su Bai had just made over sixty million!
His savings had officially surpassed the 300 million mark.
"Finally, no more special attributes… +5 Appearance means going from 89 to 94. At this point, even most male celebrities would…"
Su Bai couldn’t resist a little vanity. He opened his phone’s front camera.
Turned off the beauty filter.
And what do you know?
With the filter off, the handsomeness on screen actually improved!
Proof that Su Bai’s looks had evolved to the point where "beauty filters had a negative effect on his photos."
Absurd. Absolutely absurd!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
