As soon as Qin Tian stepped out of the hospital, he received a call from his company.
"What? The company is holding a shareholders' meeting?"
Qin Tian slightly furrowed his brows, sensing that something was amiss.
"I've completely severed ties with that Jiang Che, and now I'm the largest shareholder of Qiangsheng Group. Jiang Che is definitely going to try to take the company's shares from me."
Qin Tian tried his best to stay calm, but the mere thought of Jiang Che's smug face instantly infuriated him.
He had only ever been drawn to two women—Gu Lingfei and Leng Ningqiu. Both of these aloof CEOs had become Jiang Che's playthings.
"Damn it, I'm the chosen one! How could I be inferior to that spoiled brat?"
Qin Tian clenched his fists tightly.
"System, are you there?"
[Dear host, I'm here. I've always been here.]
Hearing the system's voice, Qin Tian's heart gradually calmed down. After investing 1 billion in the stock market, his savings were now less than five figures.
He could barely afford to fill up his Range Rover.
He was panicking. In this cold and indifferent world, only the system's voice could provide him with a sliver of security.
"System, I feel like this shareholders' meeting is a trap. Jiang Che is definitely going to set me up. How should I deal with it?"
[Ding! This system only provides investment functions. The weekly investment quota has been exhausted...]
Qin Tian: "..."
His mentality was on the verge of collapsing. This system felt utterly useless!
Aside from accurately predicting the stock market's future trends, its other abilities were practically worthless.
Moreover, investing still carried risks. He couldn't invest too much at once, as doing so would attract unwanted attention. If someone deliberately set a trap for him, the system's predictions would become unreliable.
[Ding! The system suggests that the host learn more about investment knowledge and skills. The system is only an aid; to become stronger, you must rely on yourself.]
Qin Tian laughed bitterly, "What a fucking joke! Why not just give me a god-tier rich system instead? One that starts with 10 trillion... Since it's all about assisting me, why not let me lie back and enjoy the show?"
[Ding! This system was originally a god-tier rich system. However, it disrupted the global financial order, causing a severe financial crisis, and was subsequently sanctioned. Eight hosts have died; you are the ninth...]
Qin Tian: "..."
Forget it. Better to live a rough life than die a good death!
Qin Tian sighed and stopped paying attention to the system.
......
When Qin Tian entered the shareholders' meeting room, it was almost completely filled.
The company's executives and shareholders were almost exclusively beautiful women, especially Leng Ningqiu... She stood out like a crane among chickens.
One glance at her, and you could never forget her.
There were only two men in the entire meeting room!
One was Qin Tian, and the other... was Jiang Che, sitting in the chairman's seat!
Jiang Che crossed his legs, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Well, if it isn't our company's largest shareholder? The way you're walking... seems a bit off!"
A vein bulged on Qin Tian's forehead!
He seemed to recall some terrifying experience—those two hours when he was forcibly dragged into a van were the darkest and most horrifying of his life.
That bald guy... was definitely hired by Jiang Che!
Qin Tian gritted his teeth in anger but forced himself to remain composed.
"Heh... Young Master Jiang Che, this is our third meeting!"
"I wonder why the chairman suddenly decided to call for a shareholders' meeting?"
Jiang Che chuckled lightly, placing his legs on the table and wrapping one arm around Leng Ningqiu's waist. His face was a mix of arrogance and recklessness, the very image of a spoiled rich kid.
"Why hold a shareholders' meeting? How else could I kick you out?"
Honesty was the ultimate weapon. Jiang Che went straight for the kill!
Qin Tian was completely caught off guard.
"You... you want to kick me out?" Qin Tian's hands trembled with anger.
"I'm the largest shareholder of the company. You want to kick me out? Have you asked for my opinion?"
Qin Tian stood up abruptly. Before coming, he had anticipated that Jiang Che might give him a hard time, but he never expected Jiang Che to outright declare his intention to kick him out!
Jiang Che laughed, and Leng Ningqiu beside him giggled as well.
When Qin Tian saw Leng Ningqiu, his heart sank. This woman held 21% of the company's shares. If she sided with Jiang Che... and if they managed to rally others, their combined shares might surpass his.
"Hmph, even if you've won over Leng Ningqiu, what does it matter? I'm still the largest shareholder!"
Qin Tian spoke with forced bravado.
But as soon as he finished speaking, not only Leng Ningqiu but all the other female shareholders in the room burst into laughter, their laughter so enchanting it felt like falling into a spider's web.
Qin Tian: "..."
What are you laughing at? What the hell are you laughing at?
Though these women's smiles were radiant, to Qin Tian, they felt like a chilling wind, as if he had stepped into the underworld.
Jiang Che spoke calmly, "Just yesterday, Ningqiu and the others transferred 95% of their shares to me. I now hold 69% of the shares, which exceeds the 67% threshold for absolute control."
Upon hearing this, Qin Tian was stunned.
He had never imagined such a scenario. "Impossible! Why would they willingly transfer all their shares to you?"
Jiang Che clapped his hands, and the company's legal team walked over, carrying a stack of signed agreements to Qin Tian.
"Mr. Qin, these are the company's share transfer documents, all legally binding. You may review them."
Qin Tian panicked, his scalp tingling.
He understood now—this had been a trap from the very beginning. Jiang Che had dug a pit for him long ago. All the high-ranking women in the company were Jiang Che's people. Perhaps the entire upper echelon of Qiangsheng Group was Jiang Che's harem!
That's why they were so fiercely protective of Jiang Che's interests!
Jiang Che snapped his fingers, "Now that I hold absolute control, you're out!"
"Ladies, let's give a round of applause to thank Mr. Qin Tian for his generous 1 billion investment."
Jiang Che beckoned to the other women, who all applauded with smiles.
"Thank you, Mr. Qin, for your selfless investment~ I can only offer my verbal gratitude."
"Mr. Qin, with your vast fortune, surely 1 billion is nothing to you?"
It had to be said, Jiang Che was a master of sarcasm.
This smooth series of moves nearly drove Qin Tian to the brink of death!
"You, you, you—"
System! System, get out here! Aren't you supposed to be a system? Help me vent my anger!
[Ding! Dear host, the system has long advised you to study more. The business world is like a battlefield; the system is only an aid... If you had more knowledge, you wouldn't have been so thoroughly tricked.]
Qin Tian clenched his fists, glaring venomously at Jiang Che, wishing he could devour him whole.
[Host, it's best not to attack that human. He could beat the shit out of you!]
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!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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?!
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.
