Zhou Yi and Jiang Ruolan returned to the company together.
At the entrance sat two strikingly handsome security guards, their uniforms fitting them so well it looked like they were filming a movie.
"President Zhou, Sister Ruolan."
Both young men stood up with smiles, greeting Zhou Yi and Jiang Ruolan.
The two were named Xu An and Ye Chen.
They had graduated from film school, and while they were undeniably good-looking by ordinary standards, in an institution teeming with stunning faces, they stood no chance without connections or resources.
After graduation, unable to land decent jobs and tired of grueling, low-paying gigs in minor productions, they ended up working as security guards for Zhou Yi.
Xu An and Ye Chen had no grand ambitions—film school had taught them the harsh gap between dreams and reality, so they chose to coast along.
This job was easy and comfortable; all they had to do was sit around and look presentable. Why not? As for the future, they’d cross that bridge later.
Zhou Yi gave them a faint smile and walked in.
Xu An and Ye Chen exchanged a few hushed words.
"President Zhou seems really approachable, not like other bosses at all."
"My dad says the bigger the boss, the more humble they are."
As Zhou Yi entered, the twin receptionists at the front desk flashed dazzling smiles and greeted him in the sweetest voices: "Good afternoon, President Zhou!"
Zhou Yi nodded in return.
His arrival made every head in the office turn.
"It's President Zhou! Oh my god, I’m so nervous—I couldn’t even look at him during the interview. He’s too handsome."
"Does this mean we’ll finally have work? I’m so excited!"
"Yingying, your crush is back. Bet you’re thrilled."
"Do you think if I ask President Zhou for an autograph, he’d kick me out?"
"Don’t be stupid. There’ll be documents needing his signature eventually—just wait for that."
The female employees buzzed with excitement, especially Wu Ying, Zhou Yi’s number one fangirl.
Jiang Ruolan placed the coffee she’d bought on the table, standing a step behind Zhou Yi to show respect and acknowledge the hierarchy between them.
"President Zhou, your presence has really lifted everyone’s spirits," Jiang Ruolan remarked with a smile.
The employees stayed quiet for now—Zhou Yi was still the boss, and the ingrained wariness of authority lingered.
Zhou Yi offered a warm smile. "You’ve all worked hard these past weeks. I was away and couldn’t check in, so now that I’m back, let’s treat everyone. When’s a good time for a team outing?"
Worked hard?
If lounging around, snacking, and playing games counted as hard work, then sure, their jaws had certainly gotten a workout.
But Zhou Yi’s words only fueled their enthusiasm. One bold employee spoke up:
"President Zhou, what about our tasks? The outing can wait—work comes first!"
"Yeah, fun can happen anytime. Let’s focus on the job."
Zhou Yi chuckled. "Don’t worry, the work is here. Ruolan will brief you shortly."
The office erupted in cheers.
Hidden among them, Fan Hong frowned in confusion. Why were these people celebrating work? Wasn’t slacking off the dream?
He was the mole planted by Wang Can, owner of rival company Longcan.
"But the team-building is non-negotiable. First, everyone needs to get familiar with their colleagues across departments for smoother collaboration."
"Ruolan, distribute the cakes and coffee, then go over the upcoming projects with everyone."
After Zhou Yi’s instructions, Jiang Ruolan began handing out treats while outlining the company’s new ventures.
Each department had different responsibilities, so she only covered the broad strokes, leaving details for later meetings with team leads.
Once Zhou Yi and Jiang Ruolan returned to their offices, Fan Hong nudged his neighbors—Wu Ying and another male colleague—and muttered:
"You think President Zhou let us slack off on purpose? Now that he’s back, we might be drowning in overtime. Sounds exhausting."
Wu Ying brushed him off. "President Zhou isn’t like that. Stop overthinking."
The guy beside her grinned. "Even if we do overtime, I’m fine with it. The pay’s great—I’ll take it!"
Fan Hong choked on his coffee. These two were impossible to sway.
Undermining Huanyu’s morale wouldn’t be easy.
Fan Hong was Wang Can’s nephew—hardly a professional spy. He had no idea why his uncle had entrusted him with this mission.
The answer was obvious: he radiated such harmless cluelessness that no one would suspect him. Even if he "accidentally" slipped up, it’d seem like an honest mistake.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ruolan answered a call before knocking on Zhou Yi’s door.
"Come in."
"President Zhou, a film team is asking if you’re available to meet now. They’ve brought their script and are already downstairs."
Zhou Yi paused. "That fast?"
Jiang Ruolan nodded. "Yes. I mentioned you’d be free tomorrow on WeChat, but they seem eager to move quickly..."
Zhou Yi set down his pen. "Send them up. I’m free now anyway."
Song Mu’s face lit up when he got the message.
"Wenjin! President Zhou agreed to see us!"
Xu Wenjin’s eyes widened in excitement. He took a deep breath, smoothing his slightly wrinkled shirt.
"Let’s go, let’s go!"
Song Mu practically dragged him forward, buzzing with energy.
Xu Wenjin sighed. "Let’s hope this works."
Rejection after rejection had worn him down. The once-ambitious graduate now carried the weight of disillusionment.
Song Mu patted his shoulder. "President Zhou isn’t like the others. Maybe he’ll invest. We’re here now—might as well give it our best shot."
Xu Wenjin nodded, though hope was thin.
Script in hand, they headed upstairs.
"This is the place, right?"
"Yeah, Assistant Jiang said so."
"Why are there two... are those security guards?"
Spotting them, Xu An blinked, then remembered Jiang Ruolan’s heads-up about visitors. He beamed.
"Director Song?"
Song Mu relaxed slightly at Xu An’s warm smile.
He hurried over. "Yes, I’m Song Mu. Assistant Jiang arranged this meeting."
Xu An and Ye Chen held the doors open as a sweet-voiced receptionist welcomed them inside.
They led Song Mu to the meeting room and brought him some water.
"Please wait a moment, gentlemen. President Zhou Yi will be here shortly."
Song Mu waited anxiously for Zhou Yi's arrival.
When Zhou Yi pushed the door open, Song Mu and Xu Wenjin quickly stood up to shake his hand.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Zhou Yi got straight to the point and asked to see the script.
Song Mu could tell Zhou Yi was a direct person, so he placed the script right in front of him.
He had full confidence in their film!
Yet many investors didn’t believe in them. The moment they saw they were just two young college students, they wouldn’t even glance at the script before showing them the door.
Zhou Yi didn’t take long to read it.
When he closed the script, Song Mu’s heart sank completely.
President Zhou hadn’t even finished reading it—did he dislike their story?
This was another blow for Song Mu. Forcing a smile, he asked,
"President Zhou, what do you think of our script?"
To his surprise, Zhou Yi broke into a grin. "Good! Very good! I’ll invest in this film!"
He was joking—this was the box office champion from his past life!
Why hadn’t Zhou Yi finished reading it? Because the story felt instantly familiar from the very beginning—he didn’t even need to read the rest.
Wasn’t this just Dying to Survive with a different protagonist and title?
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
