Yao Ji glanced at the chubby guy in front of him.
Hmm, he really didn’t recognize him!
Though he was no longer part of the underworld, legends about him still circulated—maybe this guy was just an admirer.
After all, he had once been a gangster himself!
Yu Baobao, who was clinging to Fat Guy’s arm, also panicked.
Brother Yao Ji didn’t even know her boyfriend!
Sweat beaded on Fat Guy’s forehead as he hurriedly explained, "Brother Genji, it’s me! We played with mud together as kids, remember? The family at the village entrance!"
Yao Ji suddenly realized, "Oh, you! Now that you mention it, I do have some impression."
Hearing Yao Ji recall him, Fat Guy eagerly slapped his thigh. "Yes, yes, that’s me! I followed you here and now work in the tech department at An’s Company!"
"Tech department? I remember you didn’t even finish vocational school. How’d you sneak into the tech department?" Yao Ji frowned.
Though his own education wasn’t high, the company was strict about qualifications for everyone else—degrees, work experience, everything was scrutinized.
"Uh, well..."
Fat Guy panicked.
He had only gotten in by bluffing the HR girl about his connection to Yao Ji. How could he possibly know anything about tech?
His expertise with computers was limited to downloading adult films without getting viruses!
"I’ve got urgent business. We’ll settle this later!" Yao Ji pointed at him sternly.
Yu Baobao was stunned.
She realized her boyfriend was done for!
Without hesitation, she let go of Fat Guy’s arm and put on a haughty expression.
"Pfft!"
A useless man like him wasn’t worthy of her!
"Yao Ji! Long time no see!" An Yi called out.
"Boss?!"
Hearing the voice behind him, Yao Ji turned around in delight and rushed over, grinning from ear to ear.
Yu Baobao blinked in disbelief.
Wait, was this broke but handsome guy really the CEO of An’s Company?!
Why would a CEO drive such a rundown taxi?
And his clothes were bargain-bin rags!
His jacket even had loose threads!
But even Yao Ji was fawning over him—it couldn’t all be an act, could it?
Wait!
Yu Baobao’s eyes suddenly froze.
If this taxi driver was the CEO of An’s Company...
Then who was her backup simp No. 8?
Before she could process it, Yao Ji gave her the answer.
"Director Wang, hello."
Yao Ji nodded with a warm smile.
In terms of position, Wang Yuan outranked him.
Wang Yuan gave a slight nod. "Hello."
He had just joined the company and wasn’t sure how to address Yao Ji yet.
Fat Guy, witnessing this, was dumbfounded.
Since the tech and marketing departments worked in different areas, and Wang Yuan was new, he hadn’t recognized him.
Who would’ve thought this loser was actually the marketing director?!
Yu Baobao was a smart girl.
Realizing the situation, she immediately clung to Wang Yuan’s arm, her eyes welling up with tears.
"A-Yuan, I—I was just friends with Wang Genshuo. Today was just a test! The whole ‘Old Liu’ thing, the ‘backup No. 8’—it was all fake! I just wanted to see if your love for me was real! Girls need security, you know?"
Marketing director!
A million-dollar salary!
In her eyes, Wang Yuan was now a diamond bachelor!
She was drowning in regret!
Why had she rejected him for that disgusting pig?!
Even if her acting was cringe-worthy, she couldn’t let this opportunity slip away!
Wang Yuan stared at her coldly.
His gaze was like looking at a stranger.
Well, they weren’t that close anyway.
He’d only pursued her for a week.
"Get lost," Wang Yuan said icily, shaking her off.
Yu Baobao fell to the ground with a soft cry.
The director of An’s Company!
A salary in the millions!
This was the closest she’d ever gotten to being a wealthy madam!
And she’d ruined it with her own hands!
Just then, Fat Guy hurried over.
For a moment, Yu Baobao felt a flicker of warmth.
Sure, he was useless, but right now, he looked kind of cool.
For a split second, her shattered ego found a sliver of comfort.
But kindness without success was worthless!
Fat Guy barreled past her, his bulky frame surprisingly nimble as he leaped over her and rushed to Wang Yuan, grabbing his hand.
"My apologies, Director Wang! I was blind—no, worse than blind! I’m new here and didn’t recognize the higher-ups..."
Watching the guy who’d once licked her boots now groveling to Wang Yuan while ignoring her, Yu Baobao was consumed by humiliation.
This fat loser dared to snub her?!
Rage and shame burned through her chest.
Wang Yuan pulled his hand away calmly. "It’s fine. I don’t hold grudges over small things."
Meanwhile, Yao Ji, piecing things together, quietly called HR.
"Hey, Xiao Li? Fire Wang Genshuo. And audit his expense reports..."
After hanging up, Yao Ji turned to An Yi with an ingratiating smile. "Boss, what can I do for you?"
Of all the former gangsters who’d followed Ding Renfeng, Yao Ji had climbed the highest.
Not because he was tough—he was terrible in fights—but because he was sharp in the workplace, quick to adapt, and knew how to handle people.
Now working in PR under Ding Renfeng, he was thriving.
"Nothing. Let’s go up," An Yi said flatly.
Wang Yuan followed without a glance at Yu Baobao.
If anything, he owed her thanks.
After being cheated on once, he felt stronger than ever!
Plus, the system had rewarded him with 1,000 points of misfortune value!
Now, mastering "Strategic Planning" would be a breeze.
Yu Baobao stared wistfully at Wang Yuan’s retreating figure.
Her dream of luxury—gone!
Buzz~
Her phone rang.
Yu Baobao numbly answered.
"Hey, Baobao, it’s Old Liu! Coming over today? My pension just came in, and don’t worry—I showered..."
Yu Baobao’s voice turned icy. "You diarrhea-ridden old creep! You can’t even control your own ass, and you still want to hook up? You’re old enough to be my grandpa! Disgusting! Get lost!"
In the elevator.
"How’s the company doing?" An Yi asked casually.
Yao Ji beamed. "Under General Manager Lan and Brother Feng, everything’s running like clockwork—business is booming! With Director Wang on board now, it’s like adding wings to a tiger! Or, uh, divine intervention!"
"According to operations, sales have doubled compared to last month! Just the other day, General Manager Lan held a meeting about expanding overseas..."
Wang Yuan chimed in, "Boss, inventory’s still an issue. Jade Beauty Serum is running low, and Tiger Vitality Pills are new—we haven’t even broken into the market yet, but the serum..."
"Don’t worry. That’s why I’m here today," An Yi said with an air of confidence.
He couldn’t exactly admit he was hiding from a woman who wanted to beat him up.
But by sheer coincidence, he’d stumbled upon the company’s biggest problem.
"Where’s Ruo Xi?" An Yi asked.
Yao Ji hesitated. "Young Master Bai from the capital showed up, trying to force us to sell the Jade Beauty formula. General Manager Lan and Brother Feng are negotiating with him now."
Forced sale?
An Yi's eyes turned icy.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
