"Swish swish"
Ye Bufan casually flipped through several documents on the desk and sighed helplessly.
The 5 million start-up capital was too little. Compared to the urban protagonists who could get millions in minutes, he might as well go drown himself. Not to mention those villainous masters born in Rome.
Fortunately, the validity period of this business exchange voucher was unlimited. As long as he found a promising career to slowly nurture, he would eventually develop into a behemoth.
After much consideration, Ye Bufan finally determined the next purchase - a nearly bankrupt game studio.
Originally, the valuation of this company should have been far more than 5 million. However, because a project had failed to be successfully developed, its commercial value became lower and lower. Now no one dared to take over it.
Of course this was not a problem for Ye Bufan. Using the system's business exchange voucher would definitely make a profit. He only needed to focus on the company's future prospects.
Obviously, the future of this game studio was still promising. As long as it got out of the current predicament, it would be able to grow stronger and regain its glory over time.
The acquisition was naturally handled by Ye Shang. Looking out the window, it was already nighttime.
Ye Bufan touched his shriveled stomach and felt helpless.
Although the manor was large, unfortunately there was no food left due to long-term vacancy.
Breakfast and dinner were barely maintained by the rations Ye Bufan had previously purchased at the mall. Fortunately, there were only two people in the entire villa, Ye Shang and Ye Bufan.
Ye Shang was a robot that didn't need to eat, thus avoiding a famine.
In any case, Ye Bufan didn't want to live on rations anymore. He must go out and shop tomorrow, and hire some servants back to the manor as well.
System products are of the finest quality.
Originally, Ye Bufan was still worried about how to travel, but found that there were cars in the manor's garage, which made him give the system a big thumbs up for its thoughtfulness.
Without even eating breakfast, Ye Bufan drove a Benz with Ye Shang and headed for downtown.
As soon as he entered the city center, he could feel the prosperity of the capital, presenting two completely different extremes from the area near the manor.
At eight o'clock in Jier, it was the early peak when people went to work. All kinds of vehicles sped on the overpass, and the Benz squeezed in to go with the flow.
While leisurely driving, Ye Bufan heard Ye Shang shout from the passenger seat: "Master, be careful!"
Ye Bufan hurriedly checked the situation and saw a large truck ignoring the blockade of the traffic, crashing straight towards them.
The Benz was right in its way.
Looking at the steel beast with fangs not far away, Ye Bufan only had one thought.
It's over, Barbie is going to die.
"Boom!"
The loud impact sounded in his ears, but Ye Bufan didn't feel any pain. Opening his eyes, he found that he had already been thrown out of the car by Ye Shang.
"I..."
Before Ye Bufan could speak, Ye Shang picked him up and ran towards the distance.
"Boom!"
A huge heat wave erupted, pushing the two of them violently.
Fortunately, they were already some distance away from the center of the explosion, so the shock wave did not cause fatal injuries.
"Puff!"
Ye Bufan fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood violently.
Although the explosion was not fatal, it still put great pressure on his body.
With his current physique that didn't even reach ordinary people's standards, if he didn't spit out some blood, he might die on the spot.
Lying on the cold ground, Ye Bufan felt like all his bones had come apart, without an ounce of strength left.
"Hurry, call an ambulance!"
That was the last thing Ye Bufan heard before he passed out.
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A snow-white ceiling, snow-white curtains, everything was dazzlingly white.
When he regained consciousness again, Ye Bufan had been sent to the hospital.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host on your narrow escape from death. You have overcome another catastrophe. Reward: 100 Survival Points, 1 Robot.]
Was it the backlash of his luck again?
"System, exchange for Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt."
[Exchange successful, consumed 60 Survival Points, 40 remaining.]
A heat surged from the Dantian...
Of course that was impossible.
Ye Bufan waited for a while but did not feel any abnormality in his body. He had to ask: "System, what's going on? There’s no reaction at all. Don't tell me you're a scammer."
[Dear Host, Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt are passive trigger skills that can only be felt when damaged. Also, you are not wearing a shirt.]
So that was the case. Reassured by the system's response, Ye Bufan finally felt relieved.
After this recent brush with death, Ye Bufan's sense of security was full of holes. Even in the hospital he felt panicked. This was why he exchanged for these two life-saving skills.
It had to be said, Ye Shang was worthy of being a robot from the future. She did not suffer the slightest damage from the car explosion.
Ye Bufan curiously viewed her attributes.
[Robot: Ye Shang]
[Attributes: Speed 500, Power 500, Physique 500, Protection 0]
[Skills: Business Expertise]
So this was the world of the strong?
Ye Bufan also checked his own attributes
[Host: Ye Bufan]
[Status: Seriously Injured]
[Attributes: Speed 60, Power 80, Physique 60, Protection 60]
[Skills: Golden Bell Shield, Iron Cloth Shirt]
So protection was measured according to skills, no wonder it was 0 before.
After staying in the hospital for a full month, Ye Bufan’s injuries gradually improved.
According to the traffic police department's investigation, the car accident was accidental.
The truck's brakes had failed. Coupled with the downhill road section, this led to the tragedy.
The subsequent explosion was, as expected, caused by the fuel tank being hit.
Fortunately, although he stayed in the hospital for a whole month, things that needed to be done were not neglected.
Ye Shang had successfully acquired the game studio on the second day after the car accident. Servants were also gradually recruited to the manor.
Today was the day Ye Bufan was discharged from hospital. Ye Shang came to the hospital early to complete the discharge procedures.
A brand new Benz stopped in front of Ye Bufan. He got into the back seat.
The shadow cast by the previous car accident was too great. For the time being, he still didn’t dare drive.
The car left the hospital and drove straight towards the suburban manor.
Ye Bufan looked around uneasily in the car, afraid of encountering another out-of-control vehicle.
Fortunately, they passed through the entire city without incident. There were fewer and fewer cars as they got closer to the suburbs.
Seeing the manor just within reach, suddenly a sedan swerved out and crashed straight towards the back seat.
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?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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.”
