When Lu Chenyuan announced the establishment of Expedition, Lin Yuan fell silent.
He lowered his head, seemingly deep in thought.
Ren Qian nudged him gently.
Lin Yuan looked up at Lu Chenyuan, his eyes filled with unprecedented determination.
"Old Lu," he began,
"Lianshan no longer needs me."
"I've spent the last two years grooming my successor, and they're fully capable of taking over."
"From today onward, Lianshan Tech can completely shed the imprint of Yuanlong and stand as an entirely independent company."
He rose to his feet and addressed Lu Chenyuan directly,
"Expedition Tech needs a CEO."
"Let me take the role."
Lin Yuan's decision didn’t come as a surprise.
To Ren Qian and Lu Chenyuan, it was almost expected.
Lianshan was Lin Yuan’s legacy.
But Expedition was Lu Chenyuan’s dream—and soon, it would become the dream of everyone at Yuanlong.
No one was more suited for this role than Lin Yuan.
This junior, who had followed Lu Chenyuan since their university days, had started as a special assistant out of gratitude for his mentor’s guidance and trust.
Later, Lu Chenyuan appointed him as Yuanlong’s CEO.
Then, Lin Yuan led Lianshan Tech to independence, carving his own path through the worst of the deglobalization wave, overcoming countless obstacles to emerge as a leader in his own right.
The more he grew, the more Lin Yuan recognized the depth of Lu Chenyuan’s vision and the grandeur of his ideals.
Lu Chenyuan’s charisma had a way of inspiring unwavering loyalty.
Now, as Lu Chenyuan prepared to forge new frontiers, Lin Yuan found himself without hesitation—naturally stepping forward as the vanguard.
Perhaps this was what it meant to be "suffocated by dreams."
Even the usually composed Lin Yuan couldn’t help but let this phrase flicker through his mind.
Ren Qian watched her "little husband," noticing how he seemed taller, more solid.
Even more captivating.
Lu Chenyuan studied him but didn’t respond immediately.
After a long pause, he finally nodded.
"Alright."
A single word, yet it carried the weight of an immense trust.
The next day, Monday.
Lianshan Tech’s internal system circulated an all-staff email, personally signed by Lin Yuan.
It announced his resignation as CEO.
The new CEO would be Wang Hao, the internally promoted VP of Technology.
The news sent shockwaves through the industry.
Though Lin Yuan had led Lianshan to independence, the market still viewed him and Lianshan Tech as part of the Yuanlong ecosystem.
But Wang Hao? He was a true Lianshan native!
Yet, Lianshan’s stock price barely wavered at opening, quickly stabilized by a mysterious surge of large buy orders.
The market soon realized this wasn’t turmoil—it was a meticulously planned transition.
Lin Yuan had fulfilled his final duty with seamless precision.
He handed back to the market a Lianshan with solid foundations, a stable team, and the ability to stand on its own.
Then, he cleared his office of all personal belongings.
Just one cardboard box.
That afternoon, he drove to an inconspicuous new tech park on the outskirts of Jingzhou.
This was the starting point of "Expedition Tech."
No grand opening ceremony, no flashing cameras.
Just a handful of engineers transferred from Hanqing and Yuanlong, quietly setting up equipment.
Lin Yuan stepped into the bare-bones CEO office—furnished with nothing but a single desk.
He set down the cardboard box.
News of Expedition Tech’s founding was tightly controlled, limited to an extremely small circle.
But nothing stays hidden forever.
Especially when it involves Lu Chenyuan.
A week later.
Mo Group headquarters.
The atmosphere in the top-floor boardroom was tense.
Mo Qingli sat at the head of the table, her expression calm.
Before her lay a proposal for a new fund:
"The Muyu Strategic Investment Fund."
A seasoned director hesitated before cautiously voicing his concern,
"Chairman Mo, the group’s current strategy is clear, and our cash flow is precious."
"Launching a new fund with such... forward-looking investment directions carries excessive risk."
His use of "forward-looking" was diplomatic.
The proposal’s key investment areas were boldly listed as:
Commercial aerospace, deep-space communications, and space resource development.
Though Mo Group was deeply tied to Yuanlong and a titan in the tech world, these fields still stretched beyond the board’s comfort zone.
Others, emboldened by his lead, began murmuring dissent.
It mirrored the scene years ago, when Mo Qingli first proposed contingency plans for deglobalization.
She listened without interruption, her face unreadable.
Yet in her mind, a thought resurfaced: Perhaps I should follow A-Yuan’s example...
When the last voice faded, Mo Qingli finally spoke.
"Everyone," she began, and the room fell silent.
She paused, then continued,
"Your points are valid."
"From a pure ROI perspective, this is indeed a high-risk investment."
Her gaze swept across the room.
"But Mo Group didn’t reach this height by only playing safe bets."
"We got here by placing the right wager at every turning point of our era."
She stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Beyond them stretched Jingzhou’s glittering skyline.
"Twenty years ago, we bet on global trade."
"Ten years ago, we bet on new energy and materials."
"Now, I’m placing another bet—for Mo Group’s next decade."
Her voice, clear and resolute, filled the chamber.
"I’m betting humanity’s future lies among the stars."
"And ‘Expedition’ is the vessel sailing toward that blue ocean."
She turned to face them all.
"This wager isn’t made as Mo Group’s CEO—it’s my personal guarantee."
"Should the fund incur losses, I’ll cover them from my own shares and dividends."
"Finally, as the leader in materials science, Mo Group will voluntarily allocate core experts to join Expedition Tech."
Dead silence.
Every director stared at her, stunned.
Before them, this poised figure seemed to grow towering—a sovereign willing to stake everything.
The motion passed unanimously.
A day later, Yuanlong Tech’s website posted a single low-key announcement:
"Expedition Tech has been established."
Yet even this muted notice sent the name "Expedition Tech" ricocheting through global finance and tech circles overnight.
Analysts and media scrambled to uncover the company’s backstory.
What they found left them even more astounded.
Its founder: Lu Chenyuan.
CEO: Lin Yuan, freshly departed from Lianshan Tech after cementing its success.
And its backers? Yuanlong Tech and Mo Group.
This combination was already the "ace up the sleeve" of Xia Country's tech circle.
In no time, speculation about Lu Chenyuan venturing into aerospace reached a fever pitch.
Yet the man himself remained unusually silent.
Lu Chenyuan gave no interviews.
Expedition Technology held no press conferences.
He was like someone who lit the fuse and walked away, leaving all the noise to the world.

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

th】 【No prior gaming knowledge required】【The First Cultivation + Game Design Novel on the Platform】 In a world where the righteous path dominates and crushes the demonic sects, Lu Ze unlocks the "Son of the Demon Path" system. Killing righteous cultivators now grants him power-ups. Wait—deaths in illusions count too? As a former game designer, Lu Ze decides to give the cultivators of this world a little—no, a massive—shock... Sect Elders: "What is this 'Escape from the Demon Sect' game? Why have all our disciples abandoned cultivation to play it??" Elite Disciples: "You're saying... mastering 'Demon Slayer' can help us counter demonic schemes?" Reclusive Masters: "Why did I leave seclusion? Ask that backstabbing rat who ambushed me in 'Eternal Strife' yesterday!" Rogue Cultivators & Civilians: "'Immortal Abyss Action' is addictive! You can even earn spirit stones by loot-running..." Sect Prodigy: "My Dao heart is unshakable... except for that cursed black hammer." Royal Scions: "Can skins have stat boosts? I’ll pay 10,000 spirit stones for one!!" Sect Leader: "WHO IS CORRUPTING MY DISCIPLES?!!!"

Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!