Zhou Yang sat there looking at the food in his bowl, listening to the conversation between the Zhou family and President Yuan, but his mind was not on the food at all.

Immediately afterward, President Yuan received a phone call. His expression changed, but he quickly put on a smile, said a few words, and hung up. He then said to Mr. Zhou, "I'm afraid I have to go now. I'll come back in a few days to discuss the contract."

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhou Yang, raised his hand to touch his hair, but Zhou Yang dodged him. He snorted inwardly, then stood up: "Don't worry, two weeks at the latest."

Seeing his reaction, Zhou's father didn't know what to say, so he simply stood up and said, "Alright, Mr. Yuan, take care."

After President Yuan left, Zhou's mother rolled her eyes and said with some displeasure, "Why did he back out of what we already agreed on? I think he probably just wants to get something for nothing."

“No, we won’t.” The father walked over and patted the mother’s shoulder. “It’s only a few days anyway, so there’s no rush. We’ve raised Zhou Yang for so many years, so let him rest a few more days.”

"If you ask me, you shouldn't have had Zhou Yang in the first place." Zhou Xing said, looking at Zhou Yang, feeling inexplicably irritated. "It's good that he's somewhat useful."

"Tsk, do you think I want to raise him?" The boat mother frowned, her disdain undisguised. "If it weren't for the family fortune, who would want to raise him? But we'll be sending him away soon. Alright, put this kid in his room. He's so annoying to look at."

Zhou Xing took a deep breath, threw his chopsticks on the table, and grabbed Zhou Yang's wrist: "Go back to your room."

The sudden tug failed to budge him, surprising Zhou Xing. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Didn't you hear me tell you to go back to your room? Or are you getting dumber?"

Zhou Yang raised his eyes to look at Zhou Xing. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, which made Zhou Xing feel a chill down his spine. He coughed twice, seemingly to cover up the fact that he had been frightened by Zhou Yang for a moment.

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out, believe it or not! Get back to your room right now!" He said impatiently, and tugged at Zhou Yang again.

Zhou Yang was pulled back to his room this time. The door slammed shut. He stood there for a while, then walked to the table, picked up the paper and pen, and slowly began to draw.

Inside the coffee shop, Song Chi looked at the person sitting opposite him. The person seemed very relaxed. Despite being young, he inexplicably gave off a mature or even composed vibe, exuding an aura of authority.

"I feel that the matter that President Pei contacted me about before was too hasty. I just returned to China and I don't know much about the domestic market. I need to get familiar with it first."

“Money is not a problem.” Pan Yang looked at him quietly, his tone calm: “As long as you have the ability, you can have as much money as you want.”

Looking at his appearance, Song Chi glanced around and then lowered his voice: "Your company should be a legitimate business, right?"

"You can't break the law." Pan Yang said seriously, looking Song Chi up and down. He didn't expect this kid to be more cunning than him.

Song Chi felt a little strange being scrutinized by him, then nodded: "May I ask where the company is located, what the employees are like, and some other basic information?"

What kind of location do you prefer?

"What?"

"Your employees are right in front of you. As for the location of the company, just buy it wherever you like. I have the money."

Song Chi's expression shifted from confusion to shock, his voice filled with disbelief: "You mean, the company hasn't been established yet?!"

"In a sense, yes, it's true. Doesn't it become established once you're here?" Pan Yang's tone was so matter-of-fact that Song Chi almost fainted.

"I need you to suppress the Zhou Group and the Yuan Group within seven days."

"What?" Song Chi was shocked again. Was this person crazy?

"I have money, you have ability, and I've said before that you can have any salary you want."

Song Chi gritted his teeth and shakily picked up the coffee on the table: "President Pei is magnanimous, but I will not take responsibility if we fail."

“With me here, failure is impossible.” With that, Fan Yang threw the pre-prepared contract in front of him.

Song Chi looked at the contract, realizing that this person had already planned this all along. He then took a deep breath and said, "Then, President Pei, let's go see the company's location."

In the following days, Song Chi quickly got the company up and running, making it look impressive on the surface. He then realized that his boss was no ordinary person, and he admired him in many ways. However, Pan Yang was too lazy to manage the company, so in a sense, he could have easily run away with the money. Of course, he felt that if he did run away, Pan Yang would find him immediately.

Seven days later, Pan Yang felt a sudden darkness before his eyes. When he opened them again, he found himself in a villa.

[Congratulations, player, on reaching the fifth world!]

Then there were no further prompts, not even a mention of the mission. Pan Yang cautiously looked around.

"Xiao Pei, what are you doing standing there during the meal?" A voice came from the restaurant.

Looking over, Pan Yang saw a middle-aged woman carrying a prepared meal and placing it on the table. The woman looked exactly like the original owner's mother.

"Come on over here. We won't wait for your dad today. He's still working overtime and probably won't be back yet. Let's eat first." Pei's mother smiled, looking very healthy and well-dressed, and beckoned to Huanyang.

001 was somewhat surprised: "Huh, what's going on? It seems like there's only the host in this game and I can't detect any living person's presence."

Listening to 001's words in his mind, Pan Yang realized that if he couldn't detect the presence of a living person, then this Pei mother was definitely not a normal person. This time, he didn't mention the mission or the time limit, and things have turned out like this again.

If it were the original owner, what would she think? Completing the mission only grants one wish, but humans are greedy. Faced with the painful reality and this seemingly safe and beautiful illusion, she might initially look for opportunities to leave, but as time goes by, she would probably only want to stay.

Looking at the table full of dishes, Pan Yang sighed and flipped the table over. Pei's mother was stunned for a few seconds and looked at Pan Yang: "What's wrong with you? Why are you angry? I know your dad is busy with work and you don't like him, but you can't be this angry."

With a flick of his wrist, a white sword appeared in Pan Yang's hand.

Pei's mother unconsciously took a step back: "What are you doing? Little Pei, why are you acting so strangely today? Don't scare your mother."

"How could I not scare you to death?" Pan Yang rolled his eyes and swung his sword without hesitation. In just an instant, Pei's mother disappeared.

Pan Yang twisted his wrist and began to demolish the house. The entire house was almost completely destroyed and could no longer be seen from its original state. Pan Yang suddenly exerted force again.

The surrounding scenery shattered instantly, falling piece by piece like a mirror.