The news could not be concealed.
The revelation that Lu Chenyuan and his core team had collectively departed sent shockwaves through Beijing's financial circles the very next day, like a magnitude-12 financial earthquake.
When the markets opened the following morning, Lu Corporation's stock price plummeted without hesitation, hitting the limit-down threshold. Sell orders piled up like snowflakes, and market confidence collapsed instantly. Everyone understood—without Lu Chenyuan, its visionary leader, Lu Corporation was no longer the steady yet ambitious business empire it once was.
At the Western Hills ancestral home, Lu Chengsi trembled with rage as he clutched a newspaper crumpled nearly to shreds in his grip.
"That ungrateful wretch! All of them—ungrateful wretches!"
He hurled the newspaper to the ground, his cane striking the floor tiles with thunderous cracks.
When he called Lu Mingshi, all he received was smug dismissiveness:
"Relax, Father. Chenyuan is just throwing a tantrum. I can manage the Group perfectly well without him! The stock dip is temporary—once I solidify my position, I’ll have plenty of ways to pull it back!"
After hanging up, Lu Chengsi slumped into his antique armchair, drained.
He knew—it was over.
His second son’s arrogance would be the downfall of the Lu family’s decades-long legacy.
He thought of calling Lu Chenyuan, begging him to return and salvage the wreckage.
But after lingering on the number for a long moment, he couldn’t bring himself to dial.
His pride wouldn’t allow it.
And deep down, he knew better than anyone: the grandson he had raised—once he made a decision, there was no turning back.
...
In stark contrast to the gloom shrouding Lu Corporation, a low-key yet high-profile launch event took place three days later in a newly completed luxury office tower.
The star of the show was a fledgling company called "Abyss Dragon Technologies."
No media circus was invited—only the true titans of finance, technology, and investment, along with seasoned journalists from Beijing and beyond. Each had received an elegantly minimalist yet weighty digital invitation.
Because the sender’s name was unmistakable:
Lu Chenyuan.
Onstage, under the spotlight, stood Ren Qian, Abyss Dragon’s COO, poised and confident in a flawlessly tailored white pantsuit.
With crisp, compelling clarity, she painted a grand vision:
"Abyss Dragon Technologies is poised to become the vanguard of future innovation. Our core focus spans three transformative fields: world-altering artificial intelligence, revolutionary energy materials, and the frontiers of biotech—unlocking the mysteries of life itself."
A hushed wave of awe swept through the room.
These were industry insiders. They knew exactly what those three domains represented.
Each was a golden opportunity—not just for the next decade, but for the next half-century. Each was also a voracious money pit guarded by towering technological barriers.
For any company to make headway in even one would cement its place among the giants.
Yet Abyss Dragon dared to tackle all three?
The sheer audacity was staggering.
As murmurs swirled—speculating about the company’s backing and capabilities—Ren Qian smiled and gestured gracefully.
"Now, please welcome the founder of Abyss Dragon Technologies, our guiding strategist and future helmsman—Mr. Lu Chenyuan."
Camera flashes erupted in a blinding storm.
Lu Chenyuan stepped onto the stage.
Gone was the bespoke suit that had once been his signature at Lu Corporation. Instead, he wore a premium casual shirt paired with relaxed-fit trousers. Stripped of the stifling mantle of a corporate heir, he now exuded the sharp, future-forward aura of a Silicon Valley visionary.
He stood calmly, yet his innate presence commanded instant silence.
"Abyss Dragon is my fresh start," his voice carried clearly through the mic.
"I know you all have questions. Where’s the funding? The technology? The why?"
He didn’t sidestep the tough queries—he confronted them head-on.
"Funding comes from my personal reserves, built over a decade. Technology comes from assembling—and trusting—the world’s finest minds. As for the why..."
His gaze swept the room, piercing and self-assured.
"It’s simple: we believe in the future."
Just then, a subtle commotion rippled from the entrance.
Two staff members struggled in with an enormous floral arrangement—a breathtaking display of blue irises, their symbolism clear: "Faith" and "The Return of a King."
All eyes locked onto the gilded ribbon bearing its sender:
"Mo Corporation. Congratulations on Abyss Dragon’s launch. To Mr. Lu Chenyuan—may your vision soar."
Then, as stunned whispers spread, Mo Qingli glided into the venue.
Dressed in a Chanel early-spring white gown, her every step was elegance incarnate.
Her appearance was a depth charge detonating in still waters.
The Mo family—it was Mo Qingli herself!
Not only had she sent this lavish, unmistakable tribute, but she’d come in person!
This wasn’t just an alliance. This was a bold, unshakable declaration to all of Beijing:
Lu Chenyuan has Mo Corporation’s full backing.
Mo Qingli approached the stage, accepted a champagne flute from an attendant, and raised it toward Lu Chenyuan with a faint, knowing smile.
"Congratulations, CEO Lu," her voice was crystalline, laced with subtle warmth.
"Mo Corporation believes in Abyss Dragon’s future—and even more, in you. We’re prepared to commit five billion as inaugural strategic investment, should you welcome us as your first external stakeholder."
The room exploded.
Five billion!
For a startup, this was a seismic injection of credibility—not just capital, but the Mo family’s unequivocal endorsement.
Lu Chenyuan’s gaze held hers, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.
He knew this was her repayment—a tangible acknowledgment of past debts.
No matter how he’d tried to keep his distance, their paths kept intertwining.
He descended the steps, took a glass of champagne, and clinked it lightly against hers.
"My gratitude, CEO Mo," he said evenly. "Your investment will yield returns beyond expectation."
Every second of their exchange was captured by lenses hungry for gossip.
By morning, "Abyss Dragon Technologies" and "Lu Chenyuan" dominated every financial headline in Beijing.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
