【Ding! Congratulations, Host. You've significantly altered the plot and gained 100 points as the antagonist.】
Zhou Luo leisurely drove to the finish line, then happily headed home for a good night's sleep.
Early in the morning, Zhou Luo, feeling refreshed, had breakfast while tuning into the morning news.
"Last night, our city successfully cracked a major gun smuggling case. Thanks to the brave pursuit by our police force, we managed to apprehend the criminals without harming any civilians. The masterminds behind the operation remain unknown. We encourage vigilant citizens to report any information. We will continue to follow up on this developing story."
Zhou Luo would have liked to be a vigilant citizen, but unfortunately, he lacked evidence.
Next door, Wang Gebi's life took a turn for the worse. His gun smuggling operation was busted, and he ended up at the police station due to drunk driving, not getting released until the early hours.
Ding ling ling, ding ling ling.
An urgent phone call jolted Wang Gebi awake from his nap.
"Boss, we're in big trouble. Someone is targeting our stock market."
The voice on the other end sounded anxious and fearful.
"What? Hold steady!"
Yuanhe Group, the most significant gain since Wang Gebi's rebirth, couldn't afford any issues.
"It's hard to keep steady. The enemy struck fiercely, fired a shot, and left, but I suspect they'll continue in the stock market tomorrow."
The voice on the other end belonged to the securities department manager, well-versed in the intricacies of the market.
"Alright, I'll personally handle it tomorrow."
The stock market had closed for the day, rendering Wang Gebi's presence at the company meaningless. However, Wang Gebi believed that as long as he was there the next day, he could turn the tide. After all, he excelled in stock market operations during his training, even impressing that particular man.
He had absolute confidence in himself.
Moreover, his bond with that man ran deep. If push came to shove, he wouldn't stand idly by.
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Manor Villa
Ye Bufan hummed a tune, tapping to the beat.
"How is everything? Are we ready?"
Seeing Ximengsi enter, Ye Bufan stopped humming.
"Everything is in order. Let's have Little Fish make the first move."
Ye Bufan resumed his tune, and Ximengsi exited.
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Muhe Group
Xi Nan listened blankly to the just-received news.
"What? What are you saying? Our company got acquired? How is that possible?"
Xi Nan wore an incredulous expression.
As an elite in the securities department, he was at the forefront of the battle. Suddenly, news of a change in leadership reached his ears.
This...
"Due to the recent market attack, our company's funds were significantly drained, making it vulnerable for acquisition."
The head of the securities department looked somewhat embarrassed.
Ultimately, the main reason for the company's acquisition lay with them.
"Well... What about Yuanhe Group? Do we still deal with them?"
One day, a king, another day, a subject.
No one knew if the new boss would engage in such thankless tasks.
"Do it. Why not?"
"The boss has given the order. Inject an additional five hundred billion and ensure Yuanhe Group goes bankrupt."
Though unclear why the new boss also had issues with Yuanhe Group, orders were orders.
But additional funding is always a good thing.
More money makes things easier.
As long as the task is successfully completed, this supervisor can also get a share of the credit.
As for the twists and turns, that's not something a small supervisor like him should worry about.
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Early the next morning, Wang Gebi arrived at the company early.
Despite having absolute confidence, he needed to first understand the situation.
Two hundred billion in funding, not a small amount.
Compared to the other side, it's not much.
But there is still hope.
"Chief Zhang, do you have hope with this two hundred billion?" Wang Gebi first consulted his subordinates seriously.
Some things naturally need to be left to the professionals.
"Well...boss, I..." Zhang Chief Steward, who was past the age of hot-bloodedness, was unwilling to take on this hot potato.
He had a wife, children, and a warm bed to return to.
If there was a mistake, it wouldn't be enough to compensate with just a few lives.
Wang Gebi scanned the crowd, and everyone lowered their heads.
No one dared to meet his gaze.
Except for one young man.
"Who are you?" Wang Gebi called out.
"My name is Cong Liang, I am confident in stabilizing the stock price."
The young man was full of confidence.
"Cong Liang, don't be impulsive, boss, he is not..." Zhang Chief Steward couldn't bear to watch them mess up.
This Cong Liang had just graduated from college as an intern.
He had no experience at all.
"Alright, no need to say more, it's you. I'll entrust this two hundred billion to you to handle."
Wang Gebi didn't care about much.
Besides, he didn't have high hopes for this young man.
He had a powerful man standing behind him.
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"Achoo."
"Who's thinking about me? Xiao Hei, go check who you're having lunch with tomorrow, make the arrangements in advance, be prepared."
Ba Fei rubbed his nose and said.
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Zhou Group
Top floor of the skyscraper, Chairman's office.
"Cong Liang?"
Zhou Luo silently repeated this name.
The protagonist always has supporting characters rising up, he was already used to it.
Clearly, this Cong Liang was the protagonist's right-hand man.
But Zhou Luo didn't pay much attention to him.
A new calf is not afraid of the tiger, he swallowed a plate of beef.
He knew that Cong Liang was just a side dish.
The real main course was the stock market legend Ba Fei.
That man was someone even he, with expertise in the stock market, didn't dare to underestimate.
"Is all the funding ready?"
Zhou Luo sat at his spacious desk, asking the secretary who had just come in.
"Everything is prepared, there is a total of five hundred billion in funds available."
The secretary reported the accounts slowly.
"Very good, you can go now."
Zhou Luo needed some time alone, to prepare himself and snatch the food from that person's mouth.
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The early morning quickly passed by
The stock market officially opened
All three parties focused their attention here.
"Raise the price, raise the price, don't let them push it down."
Cong Liang, although handling such a large task for the first time, was not at all flustered.
Commanding and dispatching, he had the air of a great general.
Wang Gebi looked at him and nodded in satisfaction.
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.”
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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!
