After briefly replying to Su Ning, Zhou Yi quickly went online to search for the richest person in Huaihai.
The name that popped up was none other than Kong Xiaohe’s father, Kong Weizheng.
“Wow, Forbes list... net worth of 220 billion.”
This dinner arrangement by Kong Xiaohe was definitely not simple.
Zhou Yi considered asking Kong Xiaohe about it, but it might come off as inappropriate.
Forget it—he’d just pretend he didn’t know his identity.
After all, when he helped Kong Xiaohe back then, he genuinely had no idea who he was.
Maybe this was what they called “good deeds bring good rewards”?
Zhou Yi decided he’d do more good deeds from now on. Who knew? Luck might just come knocking.
But Kong Xiaohe had mentioned the dinner was scheduled for Saturday, and Zhou Yi already had plans to visit a few film companies that day to review scripts. He’d have to leave Huaihai since those companies weren’t local.
This put Zhou Yi in a dilemma.
If he sent Jiang Ruolan alone, she wouldn’t be able to judge the investment potential of the scripts. Only his “golden touch” could determine whether a movie was worth investing in, so he had to go himself.
Zhou Yi frowned. Well, film investments could wait. He still had Dying to Survive in hand—no rush.
Once he made up his mind, he discussed his decision with Jiang Ruolan.
“Ruolan, cancel the trip to Province A this Saturday. Instead, accompany me to another dinner.”
“Of course, President Zhou.”
Jiang Ruolan didn’t question it. She always trusted Zhou Yi’s judgment.
If President Zhou said so, there must be a good reason.
Next, Zhou Yi asked about the short video project.
Jiang Ruolan called over the head of the video department—a man in his late twenties, wearing glasses and looking every bit the intellectual.
Dressed in a standard black-and-white checkered shirt, he fit the stereotypical image of a programmer.
Except for one thing—his hair was surprisingly thick.
Zhou Yi chuckled and joked, “You’ve got quite a head of hair.”
Gao Si grinned and played along. “I got a hair transplant, President Zhou.”
Then Zhou Yi turned serious again.
“How’s the software development coming along?”
“Almost done. Would you like to take a look, President Zhou? If you have any feedback, we can make adjustments early.”
Zhou Yi nodded and headed to the video department. Their office was separate from the main workspace, with only eight employees inside.
After reviewing the prototype, Zhou Yi was relieved to see it closely resembled Douyin from his previous world.
“We expect to launch the mobile app next month.”
“Good. Keep me updated if any issues arise.”
“What should we name the app?”
“Let’s call it... MagicSound.”
Zhou Yi couldn’t think of a more creative name, so he settled for something similar.
Gao Si nodded and began designing the logo.
Everything was progressing smoothly.
In the following days, Zhou Yi juggled between school and work.
At noon, You Man would deliver meals to the company.
The portion for Zhou Yi was specially prepared by her.
You Man was beautiful, gentle, and well-liked by everyone.
Every time she arrived, the employees greeted her warmly.
“Sister Man’s here!”
“What’s on the menu today?”
“My favorite—cilantro beef and tomato eggs!”
“And corn rib soup!”
You Man and another staff member from her restaurant carried in the dishes, and everyone gathered around.
After distributing the meals, she asked tentatively:
“Is President Zhou in today?”
Wu Ying, munching on corn, replied, “Yep, he’s in his office.”
You Man smiled softly. “Thanks, Xiao Ying.”
She took out another bag with a separate meal and headed toward Zhou Yi’s office.
Once You Man left, the office buzzed with gossip.
“What’s the deal between Sister Man and President Zhou? She always brings him special meals.”
Fan Hong perked up, eager to catch any juicy details.
Wu Ying waved it off. “Oh, it’s nothing. Sister Man said she’s President Zhou’s sister—probably a relative.”
“No way, they don’t look alike at all.”
“Maybe distant relatives?”
“Think I’d have a shot if I tried pursuing Sister Man?”
“If you had a handsome brother like President Zhou, would you even glance at ordinary guys?”
Wu Ying’s blunt remark shattered Old Ma’s fantasy, and everyone burst into laughter.
Fan Hong, trying to stir the pot, added, “Maybe Sister Man just doesn’t want people speculating. What if her relationship with President Zhou isn’t so simple?”
Wu Ying blinked. “Even if it’s an older sister-younger brother romance, they’d make a great pair. Both are gorgeous. Who wouldn’t adore someone like Sister Man? If it were me, I’d be head over heels too.”
“Personally, I’m more into Ruolan-jie. She’s amazing too. My ship can’t sink!”
“Wait, you secretly ship them too? Same here!”
Fan Hong had hoped to steer the conversation, but it had already veered off course. Frustrated, he shoveled a mouthful of rice.
Oh well. Sister Man fed them such delicious food every day—maybe he shouldn’t stir up drama.
Meanwhile, You Man was chatting with Zhou Yi in his office.
She carefully unpacked each dish she’d prepared.
“This chicken soup is for nourishing your health. Drink up.”
“I bought these shrimp fresh this morning. Try them.”
“I’ve already shelled the crab meat—just dig in.”
As Zhou Yi ate, You Man watched fondly, occasionally adding more food to his plate.
She made four dishes for him daily, even if he wasn’t around.
You Man figured, What if Xiao Yi shows up unexpectedly? So she never skipped a day.
If Zhou Yi wasn’t there, she’d share the food with the employees—nothing went to waste.
“Is it good, Xiao Yi?”
“Of course. Your cooking’s the best.”
Her eyes curved into happy crescents.
Seeing Zhou Yi was a rare treat, and her joy was unmistakable.
“Let me tidy up your office.”
Zhou Yi pulled her down to sit.
“Take a break. The cleaning staff handles this. I can’t let you do it.”
“It’s fine. I like keeping busy for you.”
Her words softened Zhou Yi’s gaze. He studied her with concern.
“You’ve lost weight since I last saw you. Is the restaurant too much?”
You Man shook her head. “Old Hai manages most of it. I’m not overworked. I just... missed you.”
Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, her eyes lingering on his face.
The love in her gaze was unmistakable. Zhou Yi set down his chopsticks and pulled her into an embrace.
“I’m sorry. I’ve been too busy lately. I shouldn’t have neglected you.”
You Man nestled against him, content. She wrapped her arms around his neck, radiating quiet devotion.
“A man chasing big dreams should be busy. I understand. Don’t feel guilty. You don’t owe me explanations—I love you because I want to.”
She lifted her head and pressed a light kiss to his lips.
“Just seeing you makes me happy. Focus on your goals. Don’t carry this weight, okay?”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
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?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
