You're already divorced, why are you so anxious about him becoming a succubus?

Jian Yan's chest heaved violently as he listened to Hei Zi's undisguised threats on the other end of the phone.

He is now genuinely regretting his decision to impulsively seek cooperation with these people.

This is tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin. Now the enemy has the leverage over us, and we've become fish on the chopping block.

He asked for two million today. If I give it to him, will this matter really be over?

What if these people get a taste of success and then do it again in a few days?

The more Jian Yan thought about it, the more agitated he became. Fear and impotent rage intertwined, eventually transforming into resentment towards Lu Ci.

If it weren't for that guy surnamed Lu, none of this would have happened!

Jian Yan took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in his heart. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he gritted his teeth and spoke into the phone:

"Two million... I'll transfer it to you in a bit! Hei Zi, it's best to leave this matter here."

You'd better keep your mouth shut if you take the money. If there's a next time... I wouldn't mind spending a few years in jail. Anyway, even if I get implicated, at most it'll just be attempted assault, not a death sentence.

But by then, will my dad let you off the hook?

Upon hearing this, Hei Zi remained silent for a moment.

Then, a burst of laughter came from the receiver: "Hahaha, Young Master Jian, what are you talking about? When we're in this business, we all value integrity. We take people's money and do their bidding. This matter is definitely over."

The laughter subsided, and Hei Zi's tone became more mocking: "But I'm telling you, Young Master Jian, you're still too cowardly. If you had just listened to me and killed that guy surnamed Lu back then, none of this mess would have happened now."

Just drive a big truck and cause a "traffic accident" on the road, clean and simple, isn't that easy?

No matter how skilled he is, can he be Superman who can lift a huge truck?

Upon hearing this, Jian Yan's face turned pale and then red. He didn't reply and hung up the phone directly.

Sitting on the sofa, Jian Yan now thinks back to the time when he really should have listened to Hei Zi.

If they had simply killed Lu Ci by running him over, perhaps the matter would have been resolved once and for all, without these subsequent troubles.

However, the matter of killing... he, a pampered rich kid, was still afraid deep down.

That's why they rejected that extreme plan back then, and only wanted to find someone to break Lu Ci's legs and cripple him.

In his view, crippling a top star and stripping him of his proudest possession was enough to vent his anger.

"Damn it, what a jinx!"

Jian Yan cursed under his breath, losing all interest in staying on set to film his scenes for the day. He pushed open the door of the RV, got out, and had the driver take him back to the hotel.

As he passed by the set of "The Three-Body Problem," he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at it.

With just one glance, his gaze was instantly drawn to two beautiful figures not far away.

Jian Yan recognized one of them immediately—Tian Weiwei. But he didn't recognize the other girl walking next to her, a beautiful foreign woman with an exotic air.

Two girls, carrying takeout coffee, were walking and chatting as they headed deeper into the film set.

Jian Yan stared coldly at the two graceful figures from behind, then turned to the female assistant in the passenger seat and asked:

"How did Tian Weiwei's company handle the recent public opinion storm surrounding her?"

The female assistant hurriedly said, "Her company hasn't responded yet, but they've stopped all the resources allocated to Tian Weiwei."

"The resources have been cut off?"

As the car slowly drove past the film set, Jian Yan sat in the back seat, glancing at Tian Weiwei and Akimoto Ayane a few more times, a sudden restlessness rising in his heart.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so long, and relying on his family's financial background, he has never failed to get the woman he wants.

But Tian Weiwei rejected him time and time again.

Recalling the way Tian Weiwei looked at Lu Ci when he demonstrated a performance for him on set last time, Jian Yan felt a surge of displeasure.

After a moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and a sinister smile slowly appeared on his lips.

……

Two days later.

In the hotel room, Lu Ci took a pen and wrote a concluding sentence on the last essay of the English mock exam.

Almost at the same moment I stopped writing, a system voice sounded in my mind:

[The host has been detected as having completed the quiz.]

[No cheating or use of external tools was observed during the exam, and the exam complied with the time limit regulations for a closed examination room. Current English exam difficulty level: National Paper II.]

Final score: 129 points.

Hearing the score, Lu Ci breathed a sigh of relief: "Another subject solved."

[In the main quest "Ladder of Progress," the objective of "achieving an English score of 120 or above" has been successfully completed.]

【award:

[1. "Master-level Proficiency in All Languages" (The host will master all existing human languages ​​on Earth).]

[2. Gold-level entry "God-level Linguist" (The host gains ultimate language logic deconstruction ability, with a 50% chance of completing the translation when faced with lost or unknown languages.)]

As soon as the system notification sound ended, Lu Ci gasped sharply and covered his head with his hand.

A massive flow of information, like a flood bursting its banks, surged into his brain.

Just like when I completed the physics task last time, that throbbing pain, like being forcibly rebuilt and expanded, struck again.

This torment lasted for five or six minutes before gradually subsiding.

Lu Ci picked up his phone, wanting to verify the reward skill.

He randomly searched for an English medical documentary on a video website, which was full of various professional terms, and then closed his eyes and listened to it with his ears only.

Those professional English sentences that were originally like cryptic texts now sounded as natural and fluent to him as if he were hearing his native Chinese.

Lu Ci closed his phone with satisfaction. Thinking of the novel he had written on the plane a few days ago, which he hadn't had time to upload yet, he turned on the computer next to him and started working on it.

He asked Gu Xiaowei to buy this laptop for him a few days ago so that he could type more easily.

Lu Ci opened the author backend of the online literature platform, created the book, filled in the title and synopsis, and then divided the 10,000-word opening chapter into five chapters and uploaded them all at once.

He had studied the website's rules; as long as the book's quality was up to standard, the website editors would send a contract offer.

Only after a successful contract is signed can the novel enter into commercial operation, and only then will the website start to give it a recommendation slot for promotion and exposure.

After posting the opening chapter, Lu Ci began writing and saving up the draft.

As night deepened, it was already late at night.

Lu Ci's phone, which was placed next to him, suddenly rang.

He stopped typing and glanced at the screen.

It was Lin Wan calling.

Lu Ci answered the phone and asked, "Feeding? What's wrong?"

Lin Wan, unlike her usual affectionate self, said directly, "A police officer just called me and asked who I was traveling with at the airport that day."

Lu Ci was taken aback by this: "Why are you asking this? Didn't you say what it was about?"

Lin Wan was also puzzled: "No, she just asked for your name and contact information, and it was a private phone number. At first, I thought it was a scam, but she gave me a police badge number, and when I called to check, it was real. It was a police officer named Zhuang Xuan."