Three days later.
Jingzhou International Convention and Exhibition Center.
The media conference for Yuanlong Technology was being held here.
Nearly every media outlet in Jingzhou—and even across the country—had gathered.
Everyone wanted to know how Yuanlong Technology would respond after being relentlessly attacked online for three days.
Would it be a tearful clarification or a hollow threat?
The venue buzzed with chatter as the crowd waited.
The conference began.
Lu Chenyuan stepped onto the stage alone, dressed in a sharply tailored dark suit.
He offered no pleasantries, ignored the blinding flashes of cameras, and simply stood there, his gaze sweeping across the room.
His composed presence instantly silenced the noisy hall.
"I know what you all came here to hear today," Lu Chenyuan began, his voice clear through the microphone.
"But I have no intention of addressing any rumors."
The audience erupted in murmurs.
No response? What kind of move was this?
"Because the best way to counter lies isn’t with explanations—it’s with facts."
As soon as he finished speaking, the massive LED screen behind him lit up.
The footage showed a blue race car speeding down the track at Belgium’s Spa circuit—the roar of the engine, the precision of its turns, the eruption of cheers as it crossed the finish line.
Then, a close-up of a young Chinese driver draped in the national flag, standing on the podium.
"Three days ago, at the World Endurance Championship, Team 'Flame Dragon' secured second place. The lead driver? Lu Chenjin."
The side doors of the venue swung open.
Amid gasps, Lu Chenjin strode in, clad in his racing suit and holding a silver trophy.
The media went wild.
No one had expected to see the newly minted hero here.
Lu Chenjin walked onto the stage and stood beside Lu Chenyuan.
No longer the rebellious, isolated teenager, his eyes were now resolute, his posture unwavering.
"Hello, everyone. I’m Lu Chenjin."
Lu Chenyuan continued, "He has another title—Chief Test Engineer for Yuanlong Technology’s new energy systems."
"The car he drove is equipped with what the public has been calling a 'scam'—Yuanlong’s first-generation powertrain system."
The room fell dead silent.
Every reporter stared, minds blank.
This twist was too unexpected, too staggering.
Using a podium finish at a world-class race to refute doubts about their technology?
What a bold, devastating rebuttal!
Lu Chenyuan gave them no time to process it. He dropped another bombshell.
"Today, I announce three things."
"First, based on Lu Chenjin’s racing technology lab, Yuanlong Technology, in partnership with the Mo Group, will jointly establish a new high-end smart EV brand—'Boundless'!"
From the other side of the stage, Mo Qingli, elegant in a white dress, stepped forward and took her place beside Lu Chenyuan.
Her appearance triggered another wave of murmurs.
The Mo Group’s public endorsement signaled a powerhouse alliance between two of China’s top conglomerates.
"'Boundless' exists to bring cutting-edge racing technology to every city street."
"Second." Lu Chenyuan raised a second finger.
"Yuanlong Technology will formally sue Gao Yuan, editor-in-chief of Global Finance, along with 37 other media outlets and individuals, for defamation and reputational damage. The full list will be distributed after this conference."
His tone was calm, but his authority was absolute.
A few reporters from the named outlets paled instantly.
"Third." Lu Chenyuan paused, scanning the room.
"Tomorrow at 10 AM, right here, Yuanlong will hold a second conference to unveil a technology… even more relevant to humanity’s future. You’re all welcome to attend."
With a slight nod, he turned and left the stage with Mo Qingli and Lu Chenjin, flanked by security.
He left behind a room full of stunned journalists and a media firestorm.
Within ten minutes of the conference ending, public opinion had completely reversed:
Stunning Reversal! Lu Chenyuan Brings World Championship Runner-Up Brother Onstage, Crushing Rumors with Facts!
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The next day, 10 AM.
The convention center was even more packed than before.
Everyone was eager to see what Lu Chenyuan would reveal after "Boundless."
This time, he wasted no time.
As soon as he took the stage, he played a video.
It showed a patient paralyzed from the neck down after an accident, lying in bed with only his head able to move.
Then, in the second half, a miracle unfolded.
Through a device connecting his brain to a robotic arm, he used only his thoughts to control the arm, lifting a cup of water to his lips.
The video ended.
The room was silent.
No one could speak, too awed by what they’d just witnessed.
"This," Lu Chenyuan’s voice broke the silence, "is Yuanlong’s brain-computer interface technology."
"Our hope is that in the near future, this will help countless disabled individuals reconnect with the world."
"Today, I announce that Yuanlong Technology will partner with Jingzhou First Hospital to establish a joint Brain-Computer Interface Laboratory."
"And the project’s lead scientist… is this man."
The screen displayed a striking, serious face.
Beneath it, his name and title:
Lu Chenxiao, Chief Neurosurgeon at Jingzhou First Hospital, Youngest Scientist in China’s Brain Science Initiative.
A medical reporter in the audience couldn’t hold back a gasp.
Lu Chenxiao!
The prodigy of the medical world!
Lu Chenyuan’s second brother!
"Dr. Lu Chenxiao will lead his team alongside Yuanlong’s AI researchers to tackle this monumental challenge."
Two days. Two trump cards.
One, a world-class racer brother, proving their technology’s raw power.
The other, a genius doctor brother, showcasing their vision for the future.
With these two conferences, Lu Chenyuan didn’t just dismantle Li Xiujian’s smear campaign—he elevated Yuanlong Technology to an entirely new level.
This was no longer just a business.
It was a tech titan, built by elite minds, dedicated to changing the world.
The applause thundered, unending.
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At the same time, Global Finance headquarters.
Editor-in-chief Gao Yuan sat slumped in his office, devastated.
On his desk were two items:
One, a court summons.
The other, a termination notice from the board.
His phone rang nonstop—calls from furious associates cutting ties.
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Yuanlong Technology, top floor.
Lu Chenyuan stood by the window, gazing at the city below.
Mo Qingli approached, handing him a glass of water.
"A triple victory," she said admiringly.
"You countered Li Xiujian, launched a new brand, and turned both your brothers into stars of their fields."
Lu Chenyuan shook his head: "They stepped into the spotlight themselves. I merely gave them a stage."
He turned to Mo Qingli, gratitude in his eyes:
"This time, I must thank the Mo Group for their unwavering support. Without Mo Corporation, the launch of 'Boundless' would have carried far less weight."
Mo Qingli smiled faintly, her gaze shimmering. "'Boundless' is a sound business venture. I had no reason to refuse."
After a pause, she asked, "Li Xiujian's expertise in media warfare has been neutralized. What’s your next move?"
Lu Chenyuan’s eyes drifted into the distance, turning deep and icy.
"The operation has only just begun."
"We’ve already obtained the key to his core financial pool and blunted his sharpest blade."
"Now, it’s time to dismantle his commercial empire—piece by piece, slowly."
"I want him to watch helplessly as everything he built crumbles to dust."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
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.”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
