“So… it’s true, you are Fang Zhe?” Mei tried to look at the young man, who now gave her a faint, gentle smile.However, the tension did not subside. Zhao Ming Yao’s face, which had been twisted with anger, slowly changed.His pupils shrank for a moment upon seeing Fang Zhe’s face, but a second later, a mocking laugh burst from his lips. The fear that had briefly appeared vanished, replaced by arrogance even greater than before.“Hahaha! Fang Zhe, the world of real estate is completely different from the world of alchemy and medicine!” Ming Yao straightened his suit and stepped forward confidently while his bodyguards aimed their weapons at Fang Zhe.“Fang Zhe, do you really think your so-called God Alchemist shop can protect the land in Holy Land Village? Now that you’ve become a figure in the pharmaceutical world, it would be best not to be too greedy.”Ming Yao pointed toward the line of his cars.“Listen carefully, you loser. Behind me is not just the Zhao family name, but the full

Mei stepped hesitantly into the car… but with Fang Zhe sitting beside her, she tried to calm herself.“Sir, are we heading back now?”Fang Zhe fell silent for a moment… then his gaze shifted toward Mei’s appearance—unkempt, even wearing simple, worn-out clothes.“It seems we need to buy a few sets of clothes for my aunt…”The luxury car glided through the city streets, now glowing with neon lights. Inside the soundproof cabin, Mei looked uneasy. She kept clutching the edge of her faded, rough clothing, feeling completely out of place sitting on the soft leather seat.“Zhe’er, we should just go straight to your place. Auntie feels uncomfortable if people see me like this,” Mei whispered with her head lowered.Fang Zhe didn’t reply. His sharp eyes were fixed on a magnificent boutique with a massive glass display in the fashion district of ‘Aurore Elite—a place where a single piece of clothing could cost a worker’s yearly salary.“Bimo, stop there,” Fang Zhe ordered calmly.“Zhe’er! Don’

Linda’s body trembled violently, cold sweat drenching her expensive blazer. Liana’s words struck her consciousness repeatedly like bolts of lightning. She stared at the black card in Fang Zhe’s hand, then at Liana, and finally at Fang Zhe.The logic she had built upon social castes crumbled instantly. The young man she had once rejected outright—the one she had mocked as he was cast into the abyss—now stood before her not as a beggar, but as a figure so powerful that even the Mayor’s daughter bowed in respect."M-Master Fang..." Linda’s voice was hoarse, nearly a whisper."Are you still waiting for the Mayor to arrive so you can kneel, as per our agreement earlier?" Fang Zhe’s voice was flat, yet it carried an oppressive weight that made the hair on Linda’s neck stand on end.Linda swallowed hard. She slowly pulled herself up from the floor, though her legs felt like jelly. Her eyes flickered toward the other customers, who were now whispering insults and judging her. Shame, fear, and

The Auction of a Falling Empire Morning arrived as sunlight pierced through the giant glass windows of the master suite, reflecting off the polished marble pillars that now shone with a pristine gleam. Fang Zhe stood tall, gazing at the city skyline below with his arms folded across his chest. On a thin digital interface visible only to his eyes, a system notification blinked red with an urgent countdown. [Mission Time Remaining: 23 Hours 59 Minutes] [Target: End the Dominance of the Zhao Family] * The silence of the room was broken by a rhythmic knock at the door. Siska entered with hurried steps, her face etched with a rare tension. In her hands, she held an electronic tablet and several physical pamphlets. "Master Fang, there is sudden movement from the Zhao residence," Siska reported with a bow. Fang Zhe did not turn around. His voice was flat yet sharp. "Speak." "Young Master Zhao, Zhao Ming Yao, has just announced a massive asset auction to be held this afternoon at t

The great hall remained as silent as a graveyard. Zhao Ming Yao's screams, echoing through the loudspeakers, were met only by the cold stares of hundreds of eyes.Mr. Sanjaya crossed his legs, pretending to be busy adjusting his shirt cuffs, while a real estate mogul from a neighboring province deliberately turned his head away, as if the hall’s ceiling were far more interesting than Zhao Ming Yao’s "bargain" offer.However...Fang Zhe remained standing in the same position. Calm, solid, and unshakable. He turned toward Aunt Mei, who was still trembling as she held the bidding paddle, and gave her a thin, reassuring smile."Ten million dollars, once," the auctioneer spoke in a voice that was barely audible, his throat dry from the suffocating atmosphere. "Are there any other bids from the floor?""Sanjaya! You have thousands of logistics fleets! This land is perfect for your warehouses! Why won’t you raise your paddle?!" Zhao Ming Yao roared, pointing frantically toward the front row.