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.

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?!!!"

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Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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