After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

Those uncles and elders are all considered commoners in the Eastern Xia Federation, meaning they earn around 10+ a year. Several million is their lifetime income, and this is not the limit yet; they may earn even more in the future.

So even if Zhou Yan beat someone up at yesterday's banquet, no one will be satisfied.

Take a gamble, and you'll have enough to eat, drink, and have fun for the rest of your life.

What Zhou Yan didn't expect was that after beating someone up yesterday, this group of people came to his house and caused trouble today.

It took you half a day to form cliques?

Damn it, I always see you guys fighting and bickering, but now that you have money, you're all so motivated?

"I understand, Mom, wait a minute, I'll be right back from school now."

Zhou Yan got out of bed, ran to his dormitory, and entered his room.

Inside the dormitory bedroom, Su Xiaowan, a fluffy, humanoid fox, was sitting at Zhou Yan's computer desk, watching a soap opera.

However, when Zhou Yan came in, Su Xiaowan turned her head and saw him, and she exclaimed with delight.

"Master, you're back?"

The little fox got up, stretched out its arms, and ran towards Zhou Yan.

"Master, I want a hug."

Zhou Yan hurriedly replied.

"I'm injured, I'm injured!"

Zhou Yan pointed to his newly stitched wound.

The little fox glanced at Zhou Yan and, without saying a word, blew a breath of auspicious air onto his wound. Zhou Yan immediately felt that his wound no longer hurt or itched. He tore off the bandage and saw that the wound had completely healed, except that the thread hadn't been pulled out yet.

Of course, these are minor matters.

"Master, I want a hug."

The little fox Su Xiaowan hugged Zhou Yan, her little tail wagging happily behind her.

Zhou Yan patted the little fox's fluffy head.

"Okay, change back."

The little fox shrank its body and soon became a fox as long as an arm.

Zhou Yan hugged the little fox and left the dormitory.

It's time to teach those relatives a lesson!

……

The living room of Zhou Yan's villa in the government family residential area.

Zhou Yan's parents sat on a sofa, while several burly relatives with menacing faces walked around, glancing at them every now and then.

Besides that, twenty or thirty relatives were walking around in the kitchen, on the second floor, and in various areas of the villa. A middle-aged woman was standing in front of the fifty-inch LCD TV in the living room, talking happily.

"We happen to be missing a TV at home."

He then turned back to ask Zhou's mother.

"Hey girl, this TV is pretty good."

Zhou's mother looked disgusted and didn't say a word.

A young man in his early twenties walked down from the second floor, carrying a laptop. Zhou's father said angrily.

"This is my computer."

The young man who came down laughed.

"I know, I know. Uncle, can I borrow your computer for a bit? I'll return it to you when I'm done."

Zhou's father's father, Zhou Yan's grandfather, followed the young man down and spoke upon hearing Zhou's father's words.

"What do you mean by not paying it back? Xiao Yu, look at your nephew, he just graduated from college and hasn't found a job yet. Your family is making money, right? Why not give him a computer? I don't think you're the type to lack a computer."

Zhou's father became increasingly angry.

"Dad, this can't be settled like this!"

Mr. Zhou certainly doesn't lack this money, but what the hell is it to take things right in front of me?

It's no exaggeration to say that if you humbled yourself and said you just graduated and needed some help, Zhou's father wouldn't mind giving you the computer for free. But now you're taking it for granted and carrying it away. Zhou's father would rather burn the computer than give it away.

Zhou's father had a stern face.

"What do you mean, 'counts' or 'not counts'! You don't even listen to me anymore!"

Mr. Zhou turned around angrily.

It's your own father, just bear with it.

"They're here, they're here, they're here!"

Several relatives standing at the door suddenly shouted.

"That silly kid is back!"

With a clatter, all the relatives in the room grabbed chairs and sat on the sofa. Several uncles and elders of close lineage even patted Zhou Yan's parents on the shoulder, reminding them to relax.

"You'll know what to say later, right?"

Zhou's father/mother: "..."

"Dad, Mom, I'm home."

The sound of bicycle brakes rang out, followed by approaching footsteps. Soon, Zhou Yan, with a fox perched on his head, appeared at the villa entrance.

All the relatives turned to look at this person—no, this mountain of gold—as he walked from the doorway into the living room, and then stopped at the open doorway of the living room.

Zhou Yan glanced at these relatives, and they all looked at him.

One of the uncles stood up and pointed to another uncle who was lying on a stretcher with his whole body wrapped in bandages.

"You brat, what did you do to your uncle yesterday?!"

Zhou Yan glanced at his second uncle. His omniscient ability showed that his second uncle's injury was a nosebleed (which had healed). As for the other bandages, those were just artistic embellishments.

Zhou Yan said nonchalantly.

“Go to the hospital to get a medical examination to determine the extent of your injuries, and then call the police to talk to me.”

My second uncle paused, and my second aunt stood up. She was a plump middle-aged woman. As soon as she stood up, she narrowed her eyes, twisted her facial muscles, and shouted.

"Is this something the police can handle? You hit your elder!"

The others shouted as well.

"How can a junior hit an elder! Don't you have any manners?!"

“Anping, aren’t you going to say anything to your son! Is this how you raise your son!”

"My husband is lying on the stretcher. Without him, we have no income and we're going to starve..."

"Compensation! Not a single penny less!"

The surrounding relatives started making a fuss, and Zhou Yan's parents' faces turned extremely ugly.

"alright, alright!"

Zhou Yan's grandfather stood up and shouted loudly, his face contorted with rage.

"Quiet down!"

The noisy relatives around them fell silent.

Grandpa turned to look at Zhou Yan, and the old man said with a kind expression.

“My dear grandson, young people are full of vigor and easily impulsive. Let’s just let your little matter slide.”

The wife, playing the role of the wounded soldier, yelled.

"What do you mean 'it'll be over soon'! Without Fangxu working outside, our family will starve to death, starve to death!"

Grandpa was embarrassed.

"How about this? I heard that the municipal government's tax department is recruiting civil servants recently. My dear grandson, why don't you go and talk to the municipal government?"

Zhou Yan: "..."

Grandpa then walked over to Zhou Yan's eldest uncle and said to Zhou Yan with a smile.

“My dear grandson, you know your uncle has always been very capable.”

Zhou Yan chuckled.

"Ah, so you're so capable of not working for decades and just sponging off your parents."

The uncle glared at him and cursed.

"I've been focusing on developing myself all along. What do you know about such a narrow-minded concept!"

Grandpa nodded.

"Yes, yes, dear grandson, the Earthquake Bureau is currently recruiting a deputy director. Do you think your uncle would be a good fit?"

The uncle nodded.

"Being a deputy director is about right, I'll just make do."

Grandpa then walked over to a young man in his early twenties.

Grandpa said meaningfully.

"Xiao Yan, this is your cousin. He just graduated from university with a degree in financial management. He's aiming to become a manager or department head. Do you think you can help him find a good company to work for?"

Zhou Yan: "..."

Zhou Yan's maternal grandfather couldn't hold back any longer, and the old man stood up and spoke up as well.

“Grandson, you can’t just take care of your own family. Look at your uncles and cousins. They are all capable. Give each of them a few million and they can start a business.”

Zhou Yan scanned the sons of those maternal grandfathers and then asked again.

"What if the business fails?"

The uncles' eyes widened, and the one in the lead spoke.

"You don't understand, I have a perfect plan, investing money guarantees success!"

The rest echoed this sentiment.

"Yes, yes, just pay up, we won't let you lose money."

"Don't you know your uncle's abilities?"

Grandpa gave Zhou Yan's mother a look.

Zhou's mother looked at Zhou Yan helplessly.

"Xiao Yan, why don't you help me out..."

Zhou Yan's grandfather looked at his son, and Zhou Yan's father said to Zhou Yan with a chill running down his spine.

"Xiao Yan, we're all relatives... help each other out if you can."

Zhou Yan's grandfather and maternal grandfather were both very satisfied.

Modern people may not understand, but in the old days, people lived in family units, meaning the whole family needed to live together. Under this concept, whenever someone became successful, others could rightfully and justifiably leech off the successful person.

Zhou Yan's grandparents came from that era, so they felt that since Zhou Yan had become successful, he should arrange a way out for his sons and grandsons. Even if his sons and grandsons were incompetent and couldn't do well, Zhou Yan would still support them until they died.

Let capable relatives live a happy life, and even if incapable relatives have grandchildren or sons, you must raise them well.

This is the value system of the older generation.

Of course, for Zhou Yan, a modern person, this is just a ridiculous value system.

"good very good."

Zhou Yan clapped his hands, and the young people's disgusted gazes swept over everyone.

"You want me to support you, right?"

The uncle who wanted to become the deputy director of the earthquake bureau said unhappily.

"What do you mean by 'raise'! You're just giving your uncle a chance to show his talents!"