A gentle breeze blew on the island, brushing Ye Bufan's hair.
At this time of day, Ye Bufan should still be sealed in bed, but today's situation was indeed special.
Last night he watched the stars and celestial phenomena (peeked at the script), and today three actors would gather together to perform a big drama.
In this, Ye Bufan also wanted to verify an assumption, an assumption about his own life.
For this drama, Ye Bufan arranged the photographer early, hiding in the dark to follow the whole process.
Of course, some hidden cameras were also essential to try to shoot this drama from all angles without any blind spots, so as to provide material for his future entry into the film and television industry.
The first to enter the lens was of course Ye Feng, the heir of the Great Emperor, who had not seen each other for a long time. Following closely behind him was Zhao Zhou, the Young Master Zhao, who was inseparable from him.
At this time, Young Master Zhao's face did not look good. He saw him holding a pile of clothes in his left hand and a pile of cosmetics in his right hand. The whole person was panting and completely lacking the elegant demeanor of the rich second generation of a large consortium.
"Sis, wait...wait a minute, let's take a break, I can't stand it anymore."
Unable to carry things, Zhao Zhou had no choice but to shout at the woman in front who still wanted to stroll around.
Men can't say they can't in front of women, unless it's their sister.
The beauty in front turned around and looked at Zhao Zhou disdainfully: "How can you be so weak? Can't you even carry such a small amount of stuff? Look at your classmates, nothing happened to him at all."
This beauty was none other than the beautiful policewoman Zhao Ruoxue. Coincidentally, she was Zhao Zhou's cousin. Of course, her only biological brother was one of the four big playboys, Zhao Yi.
Zhao Zhou looked at the calm Ye Feng and said helplessly, "Sis, how can I compare with him? He's practiced, I'm not bragging, you might not even be his opponent."
"Don't drive a wedge between us. I think you're just weak." Zhao Ruoxue sneered at this and gently said to Ye Feng, "Ye, are you tired? Let's find a place to sit down and let Zhao Zhou treat us."
Ye Feng didn't mind at all, and Zhao Zhou was relieved that he didn't care about that little bit of money.
The four people walked towards a tea restaurant.
That's right, four people. There was also Dong Meng, Ye Feng's beautiful female disciple.
Otherwise, no matter how tomboyish Zhao Ruoxue was, she would not let a stranger carry her clothes, especially some intimate ones.
The things Ye Feng was carrying were all bought by Dong Meng.
As for this cousin Zhao Zhou, Zhao Ruoxue was not polite at all when using him.
It is said that if you want to wear the crown, you must bear the weight.
Zhao Zhou wanted to become the heir to the Zhao Group. In addition to ability, more important was gaining everyone's support.
It just so happened that the Zhao Family was a great help. His father was a high-ranking official in the public security system and represented the Zhao Family's high-end influence in the political arena.
More importantly, the Zhao Family only had this one son Zhao Yi who had become a big playboy.
Zhao Ruoxue, who was clear about public and private affairs, would naturally not let such an incompetent person come to power. This was not about lack of affection, but really the lesson of Wang Gebi next door reminded everyone.
In just one month after Wang Gebi took over the huge Yuanhe Group, the Wang Family was removed from Jiang City.
This destructive power was really not to be underestimated.
As a result, Zhao Zhou, who had been close to Zhao Ruoxue since childhood, became the best choice to inherit the family business.
Gaining the support of the Zhao Family was obviously a great help for Zhao Zhou.
Therefore, Zhao Ruoxue was ruthless when using this cousin.
Entering the tea restaurant, the four people picked a window seat and sat down.
Zhao Zhou put the stuff down, looking very comfortable, while the others looked at the menu picking and choosing.
Just as Zhao Zhou was turning his neck to relax, something unexpected happened as he turned his head towards the window.
I saw two men wearing motorcycle helmets rushing into a gold shop downstairs, and then people in the shop rushed out like flies.
Zhao Zhou quickly stopped turning and lay flat on the window, looking outside.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing this unusual behavior, Zhao Ruoxue's professionalism as a policeman immediately came into play.
"It looks like someone is robbing a gold shop."
Zhao Zhou said uncertainly. He couldn't be sure what was happening inside, this was just a guess.
"What!" Zhao Ruoxue pushed away the annoying Zhao Zhou and stuck her head out herself.
Just in time to see the two robbers rushing out of the gold shop.
I saw two men wearing motorcycle helmets, holding a gun in one hand and a bag of stuff in the other, speeding onto a car that had been parked at the door.
"Hey, block off roads around Yiji Shopping Mall, yes, yes, the criminals have guns, be extremely careful, the license plate number is xxxxxx"
Zhao Ruoxue took action swiftly, contacting colleagues while rushing downstairs.
"You two stay here, I'll go see what's going on."
Seeing something was wrong, Ye Feng didn't intend to stand idly by either, just told the two before following Zhao Ruoxue.
Zhao Zhou and Dong Meng knew Ye Feng's strength and naturally wouldn't follow along to make trouble. Plus Zhao Zhou was really tired, so they simply stayed in the tea restaurant.
"Follow me, but don't take rash action later. Our primary task is to ensure our own safety."
Zhao Ruoxue had just heard from her cousin about Ye Feng's skills, but was not at ease. Fortunately, her main task was to keep an eye on the culprits' car, so there was not much danger. So she just gave a reminder and started the car.
With the help of colleagues watching the road monitors, Zhao Ruoxue quickly found the slowly moving robber vehicle in the traffic.
Due to the poor traffic conditions in the city, the robbers' car couldn't speed up either, so Zhao Ruoxue hung far behind while reporting the latest situation.
In less than ten minutes, the approaching sound of police sirens rang out.
The sirens could prompt drivers on the road to make way for fast passage, but they also provided intelligence to the robbers.
Seeing that they were about to be surrounded, the reckless robbers squeezed into a lane, twisted and turned and actually squeezed out.
But the police weren't vegetarians either. The whistling sirens kept chasing the villain's car.
Knowing that they couldn't escape, the robbers drove straight into a villa, playing the hostage card.
For the safety of the hostages, the police had no choice but to surround the villa and confront the robbers.
The street chase between the police and thieves caused quite a sensation. All kinds of reporters and anchors, like flies smelling blood, swarmed over.
They spread the news through their own channels. Due to the chaos at the scene, the busy police had no time to deal with these people. It was already very good not to let them get close to the scene.
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.
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.
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!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
