Investment Cashback, A Trillionaire Tycoon [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo transmigrated into a collective novel set in the entertainment industry. The good news: he was bound to a money-spending system with 1 billion in his account. The bad news: he only had 13 days of life left, a severe shortage of life essence.

The money-spending system blamed itself: "Host, you only need to inherit the company and gain profits through investments. Not only can you get ten times the cashback, but you can also exchange it for lifespan." Fang Zhuo looked at the long string of zeros in his account: "System big bro, no need to feel guilty. Being rich and close to people, I understand, I understand it all."

The next day, he went straight to a talented composer's dilapidated studio: "Don't you want to release an album? Come to my company, and I'll make you the number one in the music industry. You set the investment amount, and the promotion budget is unlimited." The long-suffering talented composer was stunned for a second, then forced out a fawning smile: "Your head can be printed on the album cover, and the main song can be named after you. Does Boss want an exclusive composition? I can do it."

He custom-made a short drama for a top-tier beautiful actress who was stuck in a minor idol group. The system prompted: "Congratulations on receiving 1 billion yuan cashback!" Fang Zhuo invested in a movie, casting a forgotten male film emperor who had been stuck in low-budget bad films as the lead. The system prompted: "Congratulations on receiving 10 billion yuan cashback!" He simply couldn't spend money fast enough!

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In a supernatural dungeon world, Fang Zhuo casually grabbed a passing little ghost and whispered like a devil: "Want to be the dungeon's Great BOSS? Come sign a contract with my company." The little ghost: "Who understands, folks, someone's doing pyramid schemes in a horror dungeon." His safe house company grew bigger and bigger, and he personally cultivated the ultimate BOSSes of various dungeons.

On Fang Zhuo's left, an evil god knelt to put on his shoes. On his right, an evil Siren smiled while pouring him wine. The dungeon's main god knocked on the safe house door: "Boss, how about you become the main god?"

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In a male-oriented web novel, Fang Zhuo accumulated enough prestige to directly become the father of the overpowered male lead, Long Aotian. He established sects, undertook massive construction, and then, after achieving great success, retired with his child. When Long Aotian grew up and followed the plot, he was bound to an exclusive old man. Upon hearing his surname, the old man was shocked: "Your surname is Fang!? Wait... your esteemed father?"

Long Aotian honestly replied: "Yes, my father's surname is Fang. He's a humble farmer, drinking tea and watering flowers every day." To Long Aotian's astonished gaze, the old man knelt down and wouldn't get up: "Young Master, please accept my bow!"

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Worlds currently planned:

Crazy Spending in the Interstellar Entertainment Industry;

Investing in Mecha Battle Teams;

Cultivating Great BOSSes in Supernatural Dungeons;

Establishing the Number One Sect in the Cultivation World, investing in the male lead of male-oriented web novels.

[Reading Guide]

The money the male lead controls will change into the local currency of each world. This is a money-spending business management novel, and the male lead is both powerful and loves to be involved!

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Pre-order: "Relying on a Saintly Filter to Play a Popular Supporting Character" (Requesting collections~)

[Only wanting to take hits to accumulate favorability, unexpectedly gaining a saintly filter, an interpreted male lead]

Before his sudden death, Fu Zhao transmigrated into a cannon fodder bystander in a末世 (apocalypse) novel. His initial popularity was zero, stamina was zero, and he could only extend his life by increasing his popularity. The system was very considerate: "I've applied for a 'healing the wounded and rescuing the dying' buff for the host. As long as you take hits for the protagonist group, you can accumulate rage to activate skills. Not only can you seize the opportunity to gain presence, but repeatedly releasing skills can also be exchanged for items to improve your initial physique."

Fu Zhao: "Understood, take damage to unleash ultimate moves, suffer first and enjoy later. I'll take the most vicious hits for the overpowered male lead." But what the system didn't tell him was that he came with a saintly filter, radiating a gentle, holy light no matter what he did.

Fu Zhao began by searching for equipment on dead bodies. Passerby: "He's so gentle, not only tidying the deceased travelers' appearances but also mournfully chanting dirges with a compassionate expression." While fighting, Fu Zhao pushed away a teammate who was interfering with his accumulation of rage. Passerby: "He's so kind, willing to let the mutated plant inflict all its damage on him alone, protecting his comrades behind him even when covered in blood."

Thus, in the resource-scarce, faction-ridden apocalypse, the legend of a saint quickly emerged. He would block fatal injuries for young adventurers who had stumbled into desperate situations, then, after slaying mutated plants, would hand over the core to them without taking a single cent as reward. He was powerful, mysterious, comforting every passerby with the gentlest words, yet always furrowed his brow looking into the distance, quietly bearing all the damage, as if loving the world was simply an instinct for him.

In the novel's comment section, countless readers worried for him and shed tears for him, pleading with the author not to let the beautiful, strong, and tragic 'daddy' go offline. In the real world, Fu Zhao's roommate opened a new page of the novel and couldn't help but sob on the spot: "He's so merciful, showing such concern even for enemies who betrayed him. The villain almost knelt down, moved by his kindness."

Fu Zhao: "??? Wait, didn't I just threaten the villain yesterday, saying 'you're so weak, why don't you just go home'?" On his phone screen, he saw himself gently stroking the villain's hair, his smile devoid of any anger from betrayal, filled only with endless pity and sorrow: "Go home, child, go home." After he left, heavy rain poured down. The villain's tears mixed with the rain, remembering his mother waiting at home, he sobbed uncontrollably in regret in the rain. Fu Zhao: "...??? Who is this saint? Is this still me?"