Li Kong curled the corner of his mouth and chuckled.
"That playboy Wang Hao from the Wang Family would be a perfect candidate."
The implication was clear—he wanted to pull the Wang Family into the venture.
Though Wang Hao was somewhat of a wastrel,
he was already twenty-nine years old.
Rumors had it that his martial cultivation was still stuck at the peak Warrior level.
His talent could only be considered average.
But his grandfather was a bona fide Martial Saint.
At the mention of Martial Saints,
Chen Feng glanced at Li Kong.
"How about you lend a hand too? Take an honorary position at the Chosen Martial Hall."
With the Wang Family on board and Li Kong added to the mix,
it would mean the Chosen Martial Hall had two Martial Saints backing it.
Grandpa Jin was undoubtedly part of the Chosen Martial Hall as well.
A martial hall with two Martial Saints and one Martial Venerable—
such a lineup could rival a top-tier aristocratic family.
Li Kong laughed heartily.
"Never thought you'd set your sights on me too."
"But let’s not forget, even my Martial Saint status was boosted by Youxi’s Blood Ginseng Soup infused with Vermilion Fruit."
"Consider this me repaying a favor."
Jin Youxi beamed with delight,
revealing two rows of pearly white teeth.
Hearing that her master planned to expand the Chosen Martial Hall
filled her with excitement.
As the senior disciple, she’d soon have many junior brothers and sisters.
Liu Weiwei was also looking forward to it.
She genuinely hoped her master would achieve great things
and wanted to contribute however she could.
In the Wang Family’s conference room in the capital,
Wang Hao sat bored out of his mind as his elders debated various matters.
He’d long been written off—the family wanted him to take over their businesses,
but Wang Hao had no interest in that path.
Just then, his phone buzzed with a notification.
With nothing better to do, he opened the messaging app.
To his shock, it was a message from his buddy Chen Feng.
When he saw the photo of an entire Protoceratops
and the stated weight of 400 kilograms,
Wang Hao shot to his feet and blurted out,
"Holy shit!"
The meeting came to an abrupt halt.
All eyes turned to Wang Hao,
wondering what nonsense the family’s black sheep was up to now.
His Uncle, who’d been leading the discussion, had long lost patience with his nephew.
Every meeting, the kid was either dozing off or playing mobile games.
He’d even run into him in the game’s ranked matches multiple times.
He’d always turned a blind eye, figuring there was no point polishing a turd.
But this time, he’d had enough.
"You little brat, have you lost your damn mind?"
"Have I gone too long without beating you up? How dare you disrupt a meeting like this!"
Wang Hao snapped back to reality and looked around,
only then remembering he was in the middle of a meeting.
"Uncle, calm down. This is important."
His Uncle scoffed.
"What kind of bullshit ‘important matter’ could you possibly have? More important than the company?"
"Our family’s in a crisis right now!"
"The Duan Family has cut off all dealings with us."
"Several of our pill formulas can’t be produced anymore—do you even realize that?"
"If we don’t meet their demands, we’re finished!"
Wang Hao quickly raised his phone.
"This is serious! I’ve got a whole Protoceratops here!"
"Look, just look!"
His Uncle froze,
then snatched the phone and scanned Chen Feng’s message.
After a beat, he glared at Wang Hao and barked,
"What the hell are you still standing around for?"
"Get your ass to Kunlun City and buy that thing!"
"With this dinosaur, our Bone-Strengthening Pill alone will secure our position!"
Before long,
the Duan Family caught wind of the news.
The Chairman of Duan Group frowned.
"You’re saying Wang Hao was playing with his phone and suddenly mentioned someone selling a Protoceratops?"
"Do we know who the seller is?"
The corporate spy liaison shook his head.
"Where’s Wang Hao now? Follow him."
"We must intercept that dinosaur—we can’t afford another failure like last time."
Early the next morning, Wang Hao arrived in Kunlun City.
But when he stepped off the plane, he was greeted by a stunning woman
holding a large LED sign that read:
"Welcome, Mr. Wang Hao."
"The Kunlun branch is really stepping up their game," he mused.
He approached her and exchanged greetings.
The woman eagerly escorted him out of the airport.
Meanwhile, the actual Wang Family receptionist stood confused,
holding his usual sign and watching Wang Hao walk away with the stranger.
"Did the Vice President arrange his own ride?"
Once in the car, Wang Hao remarked,
"New company car? A Rolls? Getting fancy, huh?"
The woman gave an awkward smile.
"Mr. Wang, where would you like to go?"
"Kunlun Sanatorium. Step on it—I can’t wait."
After a while, Wang Hao frowned.
"Wait, isn’t this the wrong direction?"
"Last time I came, we went the other way."
The woman quickly explained,
"Mr. Wang, there’s construction on the usual route. We have to detour."
Wang Hao nodded.
"Oh. Wake me when we get there."
As soon as his eyes closed,
the woman sent a text:
[Kunlun Sanatorium].
When the Duan Family received this, they frowned.
"That’s where the last dinosaur deal happened."
"Is it that Chen Feng again?"
Without hesitation, they dispatched men to the sanatorium.
They’d verify the lead first.
Meanwhile, Wang Hao slept until noon.
Blinking groggily, he asked,
"Where are we?"
The woman suddenly turned furious.
"Who are you? You’re not Wang Hao!"
Wang Hao was baffled.
"What the—? Of course I’m Wang Hao!"
Woman: "No, you’re not!"
Exasperated, Wang Hao pulled out his ID.
"See? Wang Hao. Right here."
"How do you not recognize your own company’s VP?"
The woman nearly laughed—
but she was a professional.
She produced a photo.
"The Wang Hao I’m picking up looks like this."
"Get out now, or I’ll scream."
Wang Hao, utterly bewildered, raised his hands.
"Don’t scream! I’m leaving, I’m leaving!"
The last thing he needed was a public scene.
But the moment he stepped out,
the woman sped off,
leaving Wang Hao standing alone in the middle of nowhere.
"What the actual hell? Where did she dump me?"
Pulling out his phone, he called the Kunlun branch and unleashed a tirade.
"What kind of clown show are you running? You lost your own VP!"
"And nobody even called to find me? Unbelievable!"
"Send a car NOW."
"I’m sending my location."
The branch staff stared at the GPS pin,
completely baffled.
"Why did the vice president go to the neighboring city?"
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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
