Name: My father is Zhao Dehan, and I hope he will become a dragon!

"A range of twenty meters?"

Zhao Chongming took a deep breath.

Looking out the window, Hou Liangping still hadn't arrived.

After closing the refrigerator door, Zhao Chongming stood in the center of the kitchen and slowly opened his arms.

"bring it on!"

The huge villa had a faint, fishy smell from the ink on banknotes.

"System, confirm!" Zhao Chongming said, "As long as I'm within a 20-meter radius, the cleansing can be triggered?"

[Yes, host. 】

[Illegal assets totaling 2.13 million yuan have been detected and locked. Initiate the "Identity Reconstruction Protocol"?]

"start up!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the whole world seemed to be paused.

The locust trees outside the window stopped swaying, the distant traffic noise abruptly ceased, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible torrent of data descended from the sky, pouring into the depths of Zhao Chongming's consciousness—

[Identity reconstruction in progress...]

Original identity: Zhao Chongming, 24 years old, a graduate of a diploma mill in the United States, unemployed.

New identity: Zhao Chongming, 24 years old, Master of Financial Engineering from MIT (with honors).

Co-founder of the Silicon Valley startup "NovaQuant".

In 2005, their "NovaQuant" high-frequency trading algorithm achieved an annualized return of 387% in a live trading test on NASDAQ. It was named one of the "35 Most Disruptive Financial Technology Developers Under 35" by MIT Technology Review and was invited to give a speech at the Stanford University Fintech Summit.

He returned to China to start his own business in 2006 and is currently the CEO of Chongming Capital.

Sources of assets: High-frequency trading profits in US stocks + equity exits from startups.

Supporting documents include: academic credentials, company registration documents, bank statements, media reports, alumni recommendation letters, video testimonies from former partners, etc. Once all documents are generated, they are stored in encrypted cloud files and can be accessed at any time.

Property registration change: Building B17 of Beijing Rose Garden, the property owner has been changed from "anonymous nominee" to "Zhao Chongming", and the registration with the housing administration bureau has been completed.

"call……"

Zhao Chongming let out a slight breath, and then he was completely shocked.

"Damn it, you system, you're really something else. You managed to create this identity for me?" Zhao Chongming snapped back to reality, his back soaked in cold sweat.

My identity is incredibly valuable.

Do not--

That's not the point.

The biggest problem is whether I understand this technology?

You've laundered the money.

However, it seems that I don't understand these things at all.

The idea had just begun to form in my mind.

Then...

Countless memories flooded into my brain.

No, it's not a memory.

To be precise, it's knowledge.

Algorithms and knowledge poured into my brain all at once.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Zhao Chongming looked down at his hands—still the same slightly pale hands, but with neatly trimmed nails and distinct knuckles, as if he had been coding for seven or eight years overnight.

"System, what's going on?" Zhao Chongming asked in his mind.

"Don't worry, host!" The system's mechanical voice echoed in Zhao Chongming's mind: "The 200 million yuan in embezzled funds has been laundered, your identity has been rewritten, your experiences have changed, and the corresponding knowledge will be stored in your brain. Your experience at MIT is real, and the system has modified the 200 million yuan to show that you acquired it through your own abilities!"

"Is this money laundering plus a free gift of knowledge?" Zhao Chongming was stunned, and then he jumped up excitedly.

This isn't just money laundering; it also provides a valuable educational background, incidentally giving you a fairly good degree.

My phone vibrated.

A short message from "Bank of China":

[Dear Mr. Zhao Chongming, USD 32,800,000 in your offshore account has been converted into CNY 241,560,000 and will be transferred to your linked domestic account in installments. Please check.]

He smiled.

From this moment on, he was no longer the spoiled brat who relied on his father's embezzlement to support him, but a self-made, returned overseas elite, and young entrepreneur—a "model of the new era" that even the Discipline Inspection Commission could not find fault with.

Zhao Chongming was overjoyed: "System, Zhao Dehan is just my cold, biological father, but you are my biological father, even though you are not my biological father!"

system:"……"

Cough!

Zhao Chongming composed himself: "System, do I have four more draws left?"

[Yes, host. Zhao Dehan advanced five levels in the first half of his life, having already used one, leaving four remaining.]

"Then keep smoking!"

Zhao Chongming stretched his body; since Hou Liangping hadn't arrived yet, he figured he might as well have some free time.

[Fourth lucky draw begins——]

[Obtained: Superman Soldier Serum]

[Originating from a military project in a parallel universe, this device can enhance the host's physical abilities, reflexes, and willpower to the limits of human capability. Side effect: mild pain lasting 30 seconds.]

"Some parallel universe military project, just say Captain America!" Zhao Chongming thought to himself.

Should the injection be given immediately?

Zhao Chongming didn't hesitate: "Inject!"

In an instant, a scalding liquid seemed to be injected into my spine, quickly spreading to my limbs and bones.

"Ugh—!"

He knelt on one knee, his muscles feeling as if they were being pierced by thousands of steel needles, and his bones making a faint "crackling" sound.

The veins on the skin bulged out, then subsided in the next second, as if being reforged in a furnace.

Thirty seconds later, the pain subsided.

He slowly stood up and walked to the full-length mirror in the villa's entrance hall.

The person in the mirror is completely different.

His once thin and pale face became angular, with a sharp jawline, high brow bones, and a sharp gaze. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and smooth yet not exaggerated lines in his chest and back muscles, exuding a restrained sense of strength. His skin was a healthy wheat color, making him practically a walking embodiment of masculinity.

He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

Speed, strength, endurance... all of these have been elevated to levels that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve. Even more terrifying is that his thinking has also become exceptionally clear, as if his brain has been formatted and reinstalled with a new operating system.

"Is this what it feels like to be Captain America? They say bullets feel like mosquito bites!" He chuckled softly. "System, Daddy, I absolutely adore you!"

system:"……"

Zhao Chongming, who used to be timid and dependent on his father, is dead.

Standing here now is a new Zhao Chongming, wielding capital, carrying systems, possessing an iron physique, and a sharp mind.

Settling comfortably on the sofa, Zhao Chongming muttered to himself, "Dad, from today onwards, you can stop being a corrupt official. I'll cover for you as an honest official; I'll take the blame for you; I'll enjoy the beauties and money for you."

"Just keep moving forward—to the vice-provincial level, to the Politburo, to the position where the people truly need you."

"As for this wicked capitalist world..." Zhao Chongming stretched comfortably, "If you can't handle it, then let me protect you from the storm!"

In the distance, a black Santana slowly drove past the Rose Garden intersection.

Inside the car window, Hou Liangping's gaze once again fell upon the B17 villa.