"Don't worry, I'm not asking for the money back," Xiao Zhan rolled his eyes.
"Then you..."
Xiao Zhan looked at the other salesperson again and gestured: "Later, help me package up all the clothes my wife and this young lady picked, and give everything left over to you, do whatever you want with them."
"Give them to me?"
The other salesperson's eyes widened, suddenly feeling like another huge windfall had fallen from the sky and landed on their head.
"Yes, I'm giving them to you," Xiao Zhan nodded, "A salesperson with good manners deserves a nice surprise like this."
"Thank you sir!"
The other salesperson was incredibly grateful and kept thanking him profusely.
Su Muqiu and Sun Ziyi exchanged glances, both seeing the same five words in each other's eyes: New Money! Wastrel!
There were well over a hundred pieces of clothing, worth over 900,000 yuan. Even if Su Muqiu and Sun Ziyi could casually pick whatever they wanted, they'd only pick out half at most that would suit themselves and their families. The remaining half, worth at least 400,000 yuan, was casually given away to a complete stranger, a store employee...
Gulp!
The previous salesperson's throat rolled as they swallowed, their pale face looking as awful as if they'd eaten shit, their heart pounding violently, blood rushing faster, even feeling an urge to bash their head in and die!
They had thought Xiao Zhan was just bluffing to get back at them for the teasing earlier, but unexpectedly, on top of that teasing, this guy casually acted even more outrageous!
Asking to be struck by lightning when acting so pompous!
Where was the lightning?
...
The moment Qian Yiming left Ruiding Mall, he immediately took out his phone and made a call: "Investigate a person for me, and a card as well..."
"The more details the better!"
Parked outside the mall plaza was a red Ferrari. As he spoke, Qian Yiming got in the Ferrari, having just ended the call when the young woman came chasing out of Ruiding Mall, shouting, "Bro Yiming, wait for me, wait for me!"
"Oh no!"
In her hurry, she suddenly twisted her ankle, snapping off the heel of her high heels. Her balance was instantly lost and she squatted down in the plaza, her ankle throbbing with pain.
In the past, Qian Yiming might have gotten out of the car to help her.
But not today.
"Let's go, head directly to Qianjiang Group headquarters!" Qian Yiming casually instructed his driver, not even glancing at the young woman, discarding her in the Ruiding Mall plaza like trash.
With nearly 10 billion yuan in assets, Qian Bancheng was the richest man in Quancheng. And Qianjiang Group was his core business, also where he worked daily.
"Bro Yiming, don't, don't go! What am I going to do if you leave?!"
"Wahhh..."
Watching the red Ferrari disappear at the end of the street, the young woman's face ached, her foot ached, but her heart ached most. It was like falling from heaven into hell, crying rivers of tears, her face filled with despair.
A gust of wind blew, lifting her elegant hair, leaving it in disarray...
...
At that time.
Outside the building housing Su Shi Group.
Thirty grey minivans were parked in a row, grouped in tens, three groups total. The vehicles were filled with people, but none hurried to get out, waiting until three small sedans came roaring down the street. Only then did the doors of the thirty grey minivans open in unison.
Swish swish...
Accompanied by the sound of rushed footsteps, five people burst out of each minivan, one hundred and fifty people total. They all wore security guard uniforms of the same color, just slightly different styles.
Divided into three groups of fifty.
The three sedans pulled to a stop, and a middle-aged man stepped out of each - Zhao Yongrong, Li, and Wang, who had rushed over from Fuyuan Community.
"Are you all fucking ready?!"
The three men stood at the front of the formation, looks of rage on their faces.
"Ready!"
The one hundred and fifty security guards responded in unison.
"Let's go, follow me in!"
Zhao Yongrong waved them forward aggressively, "Target: Su Shi Group! Go all out smashing things once we're inside! I'll take responsibility if anything happens!"
With that, he strode ahead arrogantly into the building housing Su Shi Group.
Li and Wang followed right behind.
The one hundred and fifty security guards brought up the rear, clenching their fists, eager for action. Although they didn't know why their bosses were suddenly targeting Su Shi Group, security work was normally very dull. A large-scale bit of pompous arrogance like this was a rare opportunity, just thinking about it got their blood pumping.
Being able to take part made them feel extremely proud.
"Mr. Zhao?"
Seeing Zhao Yongrong, the receptionist at Su Shi Group was startled.
"Mr. Li? Mr. Wang?"
Seeing Li and Wang following Zhao Yongrong, she was even more shocked.
Right after, the mass of one hundred and fifty security guards swarmed into the lobby, instantly packing the entire reception area. Glowering aggressively, clearly unfriendly.
"You, you all, what is this..."
The receptionist felt her heart lurch violently, the corners of her eyes and mouth twitching. Her pretty face turned ghastly pale in an instant, even feeling an urge to pee.
She had never seen anything like this!
What could a mere receptionist do?
"Smash!"
Zhao Yongrong didn't bother with the receptionist, uttering the word without hesitation.
"Do it!"
Li and Wang also signaled their men eagerly.
In the next moment, the one hundred and fifty security guards fanned out, directly barging into the various departments of Su Shi Group. Without a word, they started smashing anything they saw, competing intensely to destroy more than the others.
"Who are you people? How dare you cause trouble at Su Shi Group?!"
Su Shi Group also had security guards, who came rushing over, originally intending to stop them. But seeing the scene in the lobby, their eyes widened in shock, hearts pounding violently, legs trembling, blurting out "Damn!"
Where was the courage to still rush forward and stop them?
Stunned briefly, they turned and fled like rats!
"What are you doing? Don't touch my things, my computer..."
"My cellphone!"
"I just ordered takeout!"
The previously peaceful Su Shi Group had transformed into a noisy marketplace in the blink of an eye, with cries of shock and screams echoing nonstop, objects crashing here and there, computers and furniture smashed all over the floor, cellphones and documents flying everywhere.
In just a few minutes, chaos reigned, a huge mess.
The employees could only flee every which way like frightened birds and beasts, having no idea what was happening.
One female employee ran towards the president's office.
"Let's go, go find that bastard Su Wencheng to settle accounts!"
Zhao Yongrong, Li, and Wang exchanged glances, then called several people to also head straight for the president's office...
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'!"
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.”
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!
