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So, the other parents in the activity room that day probably weren't there to collect a debt from Dad, but rather to submit their resumes.
Before Fang Lieyang could process this shocking fact, the doorbell rang suddenly at the dormitory entrance. He quickly deactivated the illusory ring and opened the door, finding the class's dormitory supervisor standing there.
"Yangyang, your teacher noticed you came back to school a little late today and was worried you hadn't eaten properly while you were out, so I brought you some fruit."
"Could you do me a favor? If you think I've been doing a good job lately, could you please say a few good words about me to your dad? My resume number is TM239823."
"Of course, if you're busy, that's fine too. I won't bother you. Go to sleep early, Yangyang."
Fang Lieyang blankly accepted the fruit and then blankly closed the door.
As he heard the dormitory supervisor's footsteps fading into the distance, he covered his face with his hands, trying to clear his head.
My father is actually the sect leader of the largest sect in the entire Wasteland Hills, and he just spent 500 billion in one go during the arena competition.
In order to join the Giants Clan, everyone in the Wasteland used all sorts of methods, including even the school's dormitory teachers.
This realization was like a powerful bomb, repeatedly bombarding his mind.
Fang Lieyang really wanted to shout out loud, but in the end he buried his head in the pillow, replaying the various posts he had just seen in his mind.
Damn it, I'm finally free from this fear.
God knows how anxious he was during this time, constantly worried that his father would be arrested by law enforcement again.
He will no longer have to fight with stray dogs for food, nor will he have to scavenge for leftover food in restaurant kitchens. He can even graduate smoothly from here.
Fang Lieyang breathed a long sigh of relief.
Sitting on his bed in the dormitory, he had recovered from his initial shock and couldn't help but giggle.
Wow, Dad's so rich! Hehe.
Will he be able to write an essay and hand it in tomorrow, titled "My Sect Master Father"? That evil little egret from the next class will definitely never dare to bully him again.
The money his father had transferred to his bank card over this period totaled tens of millions of spirit stones. He hadn't dared to spend a single penny before, but now he could finally spend a large sum without any psychological burden.
After browsing for a long time, he finally spent four hundred spirit stones to buy a box of chocolates that he had always been reluctant to buy. He planned to bring the chocolates to class the next day to share with his classmates and spread some of his simple and unpretentious happiness to everyone.
After calming down, Fang Lieyang opened his forum account and found that his original post already had tens of thousands of replies.
[@12931: Young Master's account is showing as online now, has he finally discovered the truth?]
[@12932: Okay, little Yangyang has been enjoying himself for five minutes, it's time to get up and let his older brother have his turn.]
[@12933: Yangyang, do you remember ever knowing a half-sister when you were little? Where do we live? Can we bring her home? I'm in a hurry!]
[@12934: First come, first served. Please line up. Have no manners? I've been queuing for over 300 years. Lieyang, come quickly and take me back. I live in cave number 178 of the Qingyun Sword Sect.]
[@12935: Yangyang, can you recognize your uncle as your grandson? My whole family can take your surname~~]
Fang Lieyang: ...What is all this about?
The people on the forum don't seem very bright; it looks like he should log into these weird places less often in the future.
When the ring projection was activated again, Fang Lieyang faced the expectant gaze of Zixiao Zhenjun, and for a moment felt as if the master-disciple relationship had been reversed.
Fang Lieyang said modestly, "Master, please don't call me Young Sect Master anymore. Just call me Lieyang, hehe."
Zixiao Zhenjun smiled crookedly, tilted his head, and refused, saying, "How can that be, Young Sect Master?"
Fang Lieyang was still reeling from the joy of discovering that his father was a top-tier tycoon, and a smile was still on his face. Both the master and apprentice on the other end of the call looked particularly silly.
They both felt they had gotten a good deal, and their smiles spread in a strange way. The two of them turned what should have been a proper apprenticeship ceremony into a secret gathering of seriously ill patients who had escaped from a mental hospital.
Knowing that he had found the leader's son, True Lord Zixiao was quite enthusiastic. After remotely probing Fang Lieyang's meridians, he transferred a large amount of spiritual energy to the child, just within the child's current limit.
After completing the apprenticeship ceremony, Fang Lieyang felt a surge of spiritual energy coursing through his body, giving him a faint feeling that he was about to break through to a higher realm.
At the same time, a message popped up on Fang Zhuo's end—
[Congratulations, host, you have completed Task Two: Raising the male protagonist of the original book until he meets his personal elder.]
[Received buff type reward: The smart bird flies first]
[Note: The host's regular rebate rate will be increased to eleven times, and the cultivation rebate points will be increased to 2.2 times that of the disciple's progress. This rate can be stacked with critical hit benefits.]
Furthermore, if the host's bound investment target is a natural person, the talent value in the investment target's stat panel will automatically increase by 1 point. This bonus will not be available after unbinding.
Fang Zhuo only glanced at the announcement. The system's reward bonuses were still as stingy as ever. First, there was a wealth appreciation reward with an interest rate that was less than one-tenth of that of a bank, and then there was the "smart bird flies first" with an eleven-fold return rate.
Along with the reward, a notification popped up in a new dimension.
[Company's current reputation value: 80, matching the title 'Household Name']
[Having met the prerequisites, you can leave this plane at any time when your reputation level is between 80 and 100. Once your reputation level exceeds 100, you will be forced to leave this plane. Leave now?]
Fang Zhuo checked "No." Here, he helped the original owner pay off his debts, establish a sect, and win the arena championship, successfully making the Giant Sect the undisputed number one sect in the world. But before leaving this world, he still had one important thing to do.
Before leaving the small world of entertainment, Fang Zhuo left Deng Jiaqiang, the agent he had drawn from the system blind box, behind and promised Deng Jiaqiang that he would find a way to help treat his seriously ill daughter.
The employees bound to the system are all people whose lives are worse than bitter herbs. If it weren't for accumulating points for his daughter, Deng Jiaqiang wouldn't have traveled to so many different planes to work and accumulate points.
Fang Zhuo readily did anything he could to help his employees.
Fang Zhuo first greeted the Wanxiang Medical Sect, who was skilled in medicine, and then asked Deng Jiaqiang online for his daughter's medical records. The next morning, he brought the two of them to the loan cultivation world.
The girl was slumped in a wheelchair, looking a little younger than Fang Lieyang. She could barely move her fingers and neck, but she strained her facial muscles to force out a beautiful smile.
Deng Jiaqiang was still the same as before, a little chubby, but quite agile, steadily pushing his daughter's wheelchair from the tail of the white dragon to its back.
"Mr. Fang, I knew you would still remember me. This little world you're in now is pretty amazing, with dragons and flying swords. Prices must be very high."
"It's alright, prices are about the same as on Earth."
Having not seen his old friend for a long time, Fang Zhuo slightly raised his chin and smiled, "In the future, you can settle here with your daughter. I have an anchor point in this world, and you can teleport here at any time."
"As long as there is enough money, even ordinary people without natural talent can cultivate. Maybe the little girl will be able to fly on her own sword in the future."
Deng Jiaqiang scratched his head and then stroked his daughter's hair: "I don't have such high expectations. I just hope that she won't wake up in pain in the middle of the night anymore."
The Myriad Manifestations Medical Sect was located deep within the desolate hills, and they arrived at their destination after flying only a short distance.
Most of the members of the Medical Sect were waiting at the entrance. They had also specially decorated a flower archway with countless flowers and plants. The sect leader and all the elders of the Medical Sect personally led Fang Zhuo and his group into the VIP reception room.
The most senior elder of the medical sect was the first to be brought out to take Deng Jiaqiang's daughter's pulse. He first frowned, then wrote and drew on a piece of paper, making Deng Jiaqiang, who was standing to the side, break out in a cold sweat.
Fang Zhuo stood to one side with his arms crossed and asked directly, "How much is the consultation fee?"
Upon hearing this, the elder of the Medical Sect relaxed his tense eyebrows and said in a flattering tone, "This young friend's lower body meridians are blocked and blood flow is stagnant, which is indeed a bit difficult to deal with."
"This old man doesn't need a consultation fee. Sect Master Fang, what do you think about my joining the Giant Sect as a cleaning disciple...?"
Fang Zhuo: "..."
He initially thought the other party was going to make an exorbitant demand, but it turned out to be for a job offer.
However, it's inevitable that disciples of the Giant Sect will suffer from falls and injuries during their cultivation, so recruiting a medical practitioner wouldn't be a bad thing.
Fang Zhuo agreed, "Why be a cleaning disciple? Come and join the Giant Sect's medical clinic."
"You can bring two familiar disciples with you. If you need any medicinal herbs or materials, just send a list to the administrative assistant, and the company will cover the cost of purchasing them."
"The consultation fee will still be paid. Is three million spirit stones enough?"
Upon hearing the number, the healer even suspected that Sect Master Fang had added an extra zero, and for a moment he found it difficult to breathe.
Getting a job and collecting consultation fees at the same time—it seems that if you live long enough, all sorts of good things can happen.
Ignoring the envious and jealous looks from the other elders, the healer immediately knelt on one knee and said devoutly, "That's enough, that's enough. I will do my best. If I can't cure him, I'll face you with my head."
Fang Zhuo: ...That's not necessary.
If he can't be cured, we can just find another doctor to treat him. He's not some ancient tyrant.
As expected of an elder-level medical cultivator in the early Golden Core stage, he wrote a prescription in less than ten minutes after taking the pulse, and the junior disciples were so fast that they were practically flying off in a blur when they got the medicine.
With the input of spiritual energy, the little girl in the wheelchair visibly regained her color, and an hour later she was even able to get out of bed and take a few simple steps.
"Just drink this medicine once a week, and three months should be enough to fully recover. However, the medicinal ingredients in the prescription are a bit pricey. Two of the ingredients can only be found in the snow mountain, and the cost of materials for one dose is over 100,000 spirit stones."
"However, there are also cheaper remedies, but the treatment period is a bit longer..."
Hearing what the doctor said, Fang Zhuo waved his hand: "It's only a few hundred thousand, don't mention such a small amount of money to me."
The other elders in the reception room secretly pressed their philtrum.
Last year, the pharmacy manager of the Medical Sect got into a fight and lost. The bones in his legs below the knees were almost completely shattered. In order to save more than 30,000 yuan per dose of medicine, the manager relied on his profound cultivation and endured it for more than half a year. He didn't spend money to treat it even after his leg bones healed on their own.
A prescription that costs tens of thousands of yuan per dose is now being called small change by Sect Master Fang...
The pharmacy manager, standing at the entrance of the VIP reception room, silently rubbed his strong legs, wishing he could enter the body of the elder who had just been recruited into the Giant Sect and take his place.
His calves really suffered.
The elder physician sitting at the table beamed with joy, exuding a happy atmosphere that seemed completely out of place in the VIP room: "I understand, Your Majesty understands."
After bidding farewell to the elders of the Medical Sect, Fang Zhuo took the child back to the Giant Sect. The disciples of the Giant Sect brought all sorts of toys and helped the little girl learn to walk in the activity room.
Fang Zhuo and Deng Jiaqiang stood together outside the glass wall of the activity room, one holding a hot Americano and the other an iced latte. They chatted casually as usual, just like in the coffee corner downstairs at the Giant Entertainment headquarters.
Deng Jiaqiang drank his coffee very quickly, downing half a cup in just a few gulps.
Deng Jiaqiang knew that President Fang didn't like hearing sentimental words, so he simply raised his coffee cup in a gesture of clinking glasses: "Thanks."
Fang Zhuo retorted, "We don't need to talk about this between us."
Deng Jiaqiang then casually asked, "Mr. Fang, what are your plans for the future?"
Fang Zhuo paused for a moment, not answering the question immediately, but instead looking at the activity room not far away.
In the activity room, Shang An drew a series of small teleportation arrays out of thin air, and made the bouncy ball go around between the arrays, teasing the little girl to catch the ball everywhere.
Meanwhile, Yin Fuxue was sitting cross-legged on the carpet watching the latest idol drama about an aloof and unapproachable immortal, mimicking the cold and aloof immortal on screen and adjusting her expression. Occasionally, she would grab Liu Yun and ask, "Isn't this expression cool? Isn't it pretty intimidating?"
"I'm going to the Medicine Sect for an academic exchange next week. Do you think I can outshine everyone there?"
Before Liu Yun could nod, their conversation was interrupted by Song Mingsi's loud shout.
She gripped a power bar infused with spiritual energy, her muscles bulging as she squeezed the 5,000-kilogram weight with a cracking sound, occasionally letting out a shout as she trained her body.
Beside her were two books: "Assassination: From Beginner to Expert" and "The Complete Guide to Slashing and Killing," ready to set off at any moment to take Mo Mancang's life.
...It's fair to say that everyone in the activity room was full of energy.
Although Fang Zhuo's initial purpose in taking in these disciples was not to save them, he genuinely changed everyone's fate, pulling them back from that wrong and tragic timeline.
He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, answering with a relaxed smile:
"I don't have any plans. I'll just continue being a CEO in another world."
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see the orderly streets and the flow of people on the sect's territory. The medical elder and two medicine-gathering disciples arrived with a large pile of belongings and flying swords. One of the disciples was holding a matcha-flavored ice cream cone that he had just gotten from the cafeteria.
Several red and yellow streaks flashed on the mountain not far away, indicating that the sect leaders of Qingyun Sword Sect and Fu Sect, who had been lurking there for a long time, had started fighting again.
As night deepened, lights gradually illuminated the buildings of the cave dwelling complex within the Giant Sect, and some cultivators strolled onto the balconies to water their spiritual plants.
Before Ruan Zihan died, he had questioned Fang Zhuo with all his might whether Fang Zhuo would do something selfish and harmful to others if the benefits grew large enough.
The answer is actually no.
Money is just a tool to him; he can spend money to pull people back from the muddy swamp, but money will not become the embodiment of his ever-expanding desires.
After settling Deng Jiaqiang in, Fang Zhuo reserved a dormitory room for the father and daughter in the sect's cave complex building and reopened the system interface.
Unlike before, the system interface burst into clusters of golden fireworks.
Just like the year-end reports released by various apps, a melodious yet somewhat corny tune accompanied the text notification—
[Hi, Fang Zhuo, we've met 365 days ago without even realizing it. This is a year-end review report from the main system.]
[In this year, you earned five common titles: [False Marketing], [Counterattack], [Exorbitant Marketing Costs], [Male Mom], and [Virtual Kingdom]
Four rare titles: [King of Live Streaming], [Master of Gu], [Mega Marketing], [Dark Empire]
Three extremely rare titles: [Shieldbreaker Spear], [Master of Wealth Accumulation], [Millionaire]
[Congratulations! You have successfully become the operator with the most titles earned in the first year of the money-spraying system!]
[At 11 PM on August 6th, 5029 (Star Calendar), do you remember that day? You received over 300 million in rebates directly from your competitor for the first time. The account name was Ruan Zihan.]
This is also the first time you've received an ultra-rare title; I believe it's a special day for you.
[At 11:00 AM on October 2nd, 6812 of the Wild Hill Calendar, you showed your opponent 500 billion in deposits in one go, and then withdrew them at 12:05 PM.]
Due to the large amount of money involved in this business transaction, when the title was automatically shared to the forum, more than fifty related posts appeared in the forum's chat section within a short period of time, making it the most discussed topic on the entire forum this year.
[This year, you hosted three live streams and answered questions from seven business owners on the business owner forum. Your generous sharing has provided guidance for other business owners.]
You seem to prefer more challenging dimensions and a more aggressive marketing approach.
You cleared high-risk worlds four times in a year, making you the operator with the most high-risk world clears in a calendar year.
[To thank you for your contributions, the main system will award you a special commendation and distribute three sets of main system-exclusive emoticons to the sub-system account as an additional reward (the sub-system can use these emoticons in the host's mind)]
Upon hearing that there would be a reward for herself, Yi Dian Dian was so excited that she played several of the main system's exclusive emoticons in Fang Zhuo's mind.
From Fang Zhuo's perspective, however, the main body of these emojis looks a bit like a grass-green purple sweet potato.
Yi Dian Dian's voice was incredibly moving: "[Master, I will always follow you~]"
[Very, very few subsystems have permission to use the main system's exclusive emoji packs. My colleagues are all very envious of me~~]
Fang Zhuo: [...I'd rather you watch dramas in my head than use this green potato emoji.]
Yi Diandian remained silent, only sending out two crying green potato emojis.
Fang Zhuo turned to the next page, and the main system continued to announce the next reward:
[Your unique signature will be displayed at the top of the forum for ten years, occupying half a screen, and your live streams will earn you five times the points within those ten years.]
[Future business leaders will forever sing your name, your deeds will be recorded in the business leader milestone handbook, and at this moment, you are wealth itself.]
[Do you want to complete the signing now?]
Fang Zhuo checked the box for "[Yes]".
The next second, a glittering signature board rose into the air, surrounded by several ugly green potato emojis.
Just like when signing contracts normally, Fang Zhuo remained calm as if he were signing a small order worth a few hundred million, rather than signing a pinned image that occupied half of the business forum.
This pinned image may once again cause a huge uproar on the forum. Some people may start discussing the unusual rewards from the main system this time, or it may once again attract tens of thousands of private messages on the forum.
But as usual, this was just another ordinary day in Fang Zhuo's daily business operations.
Without the slightest hesitation, he swiftly wrote his name on the signature board.
Fang Zhuo.
In an instant, the entire signature board turned into a flurry of gold dust, forming a swirling vortex that disappeared into the system interface.
After flashing a few times, the forum page appeared on the system's main interface. The size of this signature was even more exaggerated than Fang Zhuo had imagined, directly replacing the top four posts and occupying the very top position.
The signature was gleaming gold, and its size was so exaggerated that even an old lady with failing eyesight could read the name.
The moment the signature appeared on the forum, Fang Zhuo's personal system also popped up a title announcement—
[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the system's unique title 'Navigator']
[This title has no fixed acquisition method; it is obtained when the highest level of respect is received from the main system.]
At the same time, the main system automatically posted a pinned post under the image, which contained an extremely short but powerful poem.
[When the storm swept away the buoy.]
The person who braids gold thread into rope
Only where you stand, the clear course still shines.
You saved countless subsystems from being trapped in high-risk instances, bringing them back to the right course.
This time, you still didn't get lost.
My highest respects are paid to the navigators in the dark sea.
To Fang Zhuo]
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Author's Note: Thank you everyone for your comments, comments, and nutrient solutions!! ~~[pat on the head][pat on the head] The main text ends here~
I'll be updating the extra chapter tomorrow at the usual time [sprinkling flowers][sprinkling flowers]. The extra chapter will have the familiar feel; President Fang will start investing in games [droopy-eared bunny head].
Please add my author page to your favorites! Also, please recommend my upcoming novel, "Old Lady, But an Infinite Dungeon Cleaner."
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Wang Liping worked hard for her three sons her whole life, leaving them with demolition compensation and 200,000 yuan in cash.
In the end, all she got was her son's accusations and her grandson's disdain.
Forced by circumstances, Wang Liping returned to her rural hometown, where she lived in poverty and had no one to care for her.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back twenty years in the past.
At that time, the house had not yet been demolished, and she was still in good health. Wang Liping decisively severed ties with her sons and moved into the best nursing home in the city with cash.
On the day she checked into the nursing home and greeted her roommates, Wang Liping found an unexpected job posting.
[Position: Cleaner at the copy company]
Monthly salary: 25,000 yuan
[Benefits: Shuttle bus service, paid annual leave, and you can take any items left behind in the dungeon.]
[Job Requirements: Bold yet meticulous, with strong mental fortitude; those with relevant experience in the field are preferred]
No age limit
Wang Liping: Okay, now that we've covered the advantages of this job, what about the disadvantages?
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New myths emerged in the later dungeon worlds.
While the young cleaning ladies were experiencing a dramatic drop in sanity after discovering a bloodstained drawer filled with an engraved cleaver, a trembling old woman picked up the knives one by one:
"This knife is still new. If none of you want it, I'll take it."
The Siren boss in the blood pool let out a piercing scream to stop the cleaners from invading the territory; it was still that same old woman with failing eyesight and hearing.
"What are you singing, girl? I'm too old to hear the lyrics clearly. Could you sing it louder?"
Sirens: ...A provocation?
While the spirit child boss was grabbing people around asking where her finger had gone, the cleaning staff all scrambled to avoid her, but suddenly a little old lady popped out from a corner:
"Hey girl, is this what you're looking for? Okay, make sure you don't lose it next time."
As she spoke, the old lady picked up the white little finger bone from the ground, pinned it to the girl's hair, and clapped her hands in satisfaction.
The cleaning staff, holding the old woman's hand, asked, "Do you know what that is?"
Wang Liping: "It's just a white hair clip on your head, I can't see it very clearly, why are you standing so far away?"
Cleaner at the same time: ...Okay, we're not afraid of the boss anymore, but we're starting to be a little afraid of our colleagues.
The old lady is incredibly powerful.
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