Chapter 11 November 8th

November 8th, eight o'clock in the morning.

Feng Bujue finished his morning run, picked up some dabing youtiao (flatbread and fried dough sticks) and doujiang (soybean milk) on the way, and returned home.

"Eh? You're up." As he walked into the living room, he found Ruoyu sitting in front of his computer, looking intently at something.

"Ah? Ah..." Seeing Jue-ge, Ruoyu replied somewhat flusteredly and added, "I was just browsing the web..."

"I didn't ask you what you were looking at." Feng Bujue moved a stool expressionlessly and sat down next to Ruoyu, placing the breakfast on the computer desk. "What's with that guilty conscience of yours?"

"Who..." Ruoyu's voice was quite loud when she said the first word, but after meeting Jue-ge's eyes at close range, she immediately lost confidence, "...is guilty..."

"Isn't it just peeking at my drafts? You thought I didn't know about those previous peeks?" Feng Bujue added with a smile, "Actually, if you want to read, just read. Why be so sneaky?"

"You... how did you know I read it before?" Ruoyu asked with some confusion.

"Actually, I didn't." Feng Bujue shrugged. "That sentence was just to trick you, but now I know."

"Hmm..." Ruoyu narrowed her eyes and stared at Feng Bujue with a very unhappy expression, but she couldn't think of anything to say.

"Heh... alright, let's have breakfast." Feng Bujue seemed to enjoy this process of "teasing" Miss Li, but he also knew when to stop. "We can take advantage of eating to look at the next round of matches."

He naturally changed the subject and quickly took the mouse from Ruoyu's hand, opening the Dream Company's official website.

Although Jue-ge's home internet speed was good, and the servers used by Dream Company were also very good, opening Dream Company's webpage at this time was still a bit laggy...

The s2 rematch had reached the current stage, and only 64 teams remained. It could be said that... the following matches were almost all contests between two strong teams, full of highlights.

Therefore, shortly after eight o'clock, there was undoubtedly a huge number of netizens paying attention to the newly released "Third Round Match List."

"Oh oh~ There are various familiar faces in the remaining teams." After waiting for more than ten seconds, the match chart on the webpage finally refreshed. Feng Bujue just glanced at it and said this sentence.

"Our opponents are..." Ruoyu prioritized searching for their "Infernal Frontline's" match information in the chart. "... Hmm, here..." She fixed her eyes and looked, "It's... 'Corpse Blade First Squad'..."

"Ha..." Feng Bujue tore open the youtiao in his hand and laughed, "We really have a fate with Corpse Blade. We've encountered them twice in three matches, and they were their second and first squads respectively."

"It's amazing that you can still put on this relaxed look..." Ruoyu took a section of youtiao from Jue-ge's hand, and before putting it in her mouth, she recited, "...The things you stirred up in the first round aren't over yet, right? Now that's great... In the next sixteen hours, Corpse Blade will definitely try everything possible to put pressure on you and Qinqin. As long as they can bring you even the slightest psychological impact... they will consider it a success."

"However... they are destined to fail." Feng Bujue replied, "Because I plan to have Miss An as a substitute for this match. Even if she is angered by the opponent, it won't affect the match." He shrugged and laughed, "As for me... you understand me."

"Yeah, even if people tell you that you will die tomorrow, it won't affect your state in today's match, right?" Ruoyu replied.

"That's not necessarily true..." Feng Bujue took a sip of soybean milk and glanced at Ruoyu. "If I knew I would die tomorrow, I probably wouldn't spend my time on matches."

"Don't stare at me with that lecherous look." Ruoyu didn't even look at Jue-ge and coldly retorted.

"Alright..." Jue-ge pursed his lips, shifted his gaze, and also shifted the topic, "As usual... I'll do the work of studying the enemy's match recordings." He paused. "After breakfast, I'll log in to the game (it's more efficient to watch recordings in the game world, and Jue-ge can use his super brain speed in the data world to observe and analyze). If I watch at eight times the speed... I should be able to finish watching most of their matches before noon."

"Thank you for your hard work..." Ruoyu said, picked up the plastic cup, drank a sip of the soybean milk in the cup with a straw, and then continued, "I have nothing to do today, I'll cook lunch."

"Okay~" Feng Bujue's sly eyes turned, and he followed the trend and said, "How about... from now on, every match day, you cook?"

"Sure," Ruoyu replied, "Theoretically speaking, excluding the match at zero o'clock tomorrow, even if we make it all the way to the finals, there will be at most five more matches. Other than these five meals, you'll be responsible for all the remaining days of this year, how about that?"

"Hearing that... you're at least going to live here until the end of the year..." Feng Bujue followed the donkey down the slope and tentatively asked a question that he was more interested in.

"I'll live as long as I want," Ruoyu replied coldly.

"Hey hey... these words should be said by me, the owner, right..." Jue-ge said with narrowed eyes, "Although I'm just renting here..."

"Since you said so... then I'll live here until you buy a house," Ruoyu replied.

"You'll move into the house I buy after I buy it, right..." Feng Bujue said with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"That depends on the situation," Ruoyu said.

"What situation?" Feng Bujue replied.

"If you perform well, when you buy a house... maybe I can consider putting my name on your property certificate as well." Ruoyu said to this point, and didn't know why, she turned her head away. "In that case, the house wouldn't be yours alone, there would be half of mine."

"Whoa~" However, Feng Bujue's reaction was... widening his eyes and said in a retorting tone, "As if you occupying half of my property rights for free is still doing me a favor?"

Obviously, Jue-ge, who was clever all his life, didn't hear Ruoyu's hidden meaning at this critical moment.

"I'm full." Two seconds later, Ruoyu put down the leftover breakfast and walked towards the room. "I'll change my clothes and go out to buy groceries, you do as you please."

Before she finished speaking, she had already entered the bedroom, and the door was closed.

"Most of the time... you seem very smart, nya~" At this time, Assas, a few meters away, said with a helpless tone, with his back to Jue-ge, "But sometimes, you're so stupid that I want to slap you."

"Huh?" Feng Bujue said, "What did I do again?"

"Figure it out yourself, nya." Assas said, jumped off the sofa, and slowly walked towards the bathroom. "Don't ask me... I'm so anxious that I'm about to have constipation."

This cat had been staying in Jue-ge's house for a long time, and her retorting skills had obviously improved. As she said these words, she ran into the bathroom and closed the door behind her with her tail.

"What's wrong with everyone..." Feng Bujue shrugged, muttered a sentence, and continued to look at his webpage...

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Ten o'clock that night, Corpse Blade Studio, Chairman's Office.

A man in a suit and leather shoes, carrying a briefcase, visited here on this night...

And sitting in the chairman's office waiting for him, was naturally Corpse Blade's "boss."

Corpse Blade's chairman was named Jiang Daode, forty-five years old, a local of S City. He immigrated overseas with his parents at the age of fourteen, and later graduated from Seoul University. After graduating, he returned to China to start a business and was once elected as one of the province's Top Ten Outstanding Youths.

Now, he is a well-known entrepreneur, and also one of the pioneers in the development period of the domestic game industry.

But who would have thought that such a man with a brilliant resume, outstanding ability, assets of hundreds of millions, and even a patriotic name... also had a special identity that was unknown to others.

"I don't know what the meaning of this meeting is? Mr. Ouyang." Jiang Daode looked at Ouyang Jian, who was sitting across the desk from him, with a tense face. "I think my secretary has clearly conveyed to you that regarding the dispute between your client and Corpse Blade, you should communicate with our company's legal department. Even if you come to me... it won't change anything."

"Mr. Jiang, I think you have misunderstood." Although Ouyang Jian was more than ten years younger than Jiang Daode, his composure was no less than that of the middle-aged man in front of him. "I am here today only entrusted by my client to bring you something." As he said, he picked up the briefcase that was placed on the carpet on his right hand side and placed it on the table between him and Jiang Daode.

When Jiang Daode saw this, his expression changed slightly, but he didn't show any panic. He also understood in his heart... this wasn't a movie, the other party wouldn't bring a bomb to see him.

Soon, Ouyang Jian opened the briefcase and aimed the inside of the opened lid at Jiang Daode. The latter raised his eyes and saw that the lid had an embedded display screen. And at this moment, this display screen... was reflecting a man's face.

"What does this mean?" Jiang Daode asked while taking a cigar from the cigar box on the table and smelling it at the tip of his nose. "Who are you?"

"You know who I am." Feng Bujue on the screen tilted his head and looked at Jiang Daode with a smile that was not a smile.

"Mr. Ouyang." Jiang Daode played with the cigar in his hand and glanced at Ouyang Jian. "This is your client, right?" Without waiting for Ouyang Jian to answer, he sneered and continued, "Heh... does he want to beg me for mercy through video call?"

Ouyang Jian smiled without saying a word when he heard the words.

"I just want to play a game with you." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue spoke again. "You can regard it as... a gamble."

When he heard the words "gamble," a strange light flashed in Jiang Daode's eyes, but on the surface he still replied calmly: "Young man, I'm very busy. I stayed at the company late at night instead of going home, not to play games with you." He said in a tone like an elder teaching a younger generation, "I don't know what you think you're doing, but I advise you... be more down-to-earth. Not everyone will come to play those childish and boring tricks with you."

After saying this, Jiang Daode planned to reach out and close the briefcase.

But...

"Mr. Jiang." The corners of Feng Bujue's mouth hung up an evil smile, and he quickly continued, "As far as I know... you haven't been 'home' much in recent years, right?"

Jiang Daode's hand froze, and his eyes also changed.

"Like tonight, even if you don't stay at the company, you won't go back to the so-called 'home', right..." Feng Bujue smiled, "Although your wife still has her charm, you obviously prefer those ladies whose age can be your daughters..."

"Feng Bujue!" Jiang Daode glared at the screen with an icy expression, "Do you think your mouth hasn't caused enough trouble? I'm telling you... it's best to be careful with your words. If someone like me wants to mess with you, it's like crushing an ant!"

"You have a total of four residences in S City, one of which is registered under your own name, and is currently where your wife and parents-in-law live together." Feng Bujue ignored the other party's intimidation and continued, "And the other three... are registered under the names of three young women. In the recent six or seven years, except for the Spring Festival and the period when your son came back to visit relatives, you basically haven't gone back to your 'home' to spend the night."

"I warn you..." Jiang Daode ignored Jue-ge's words. He pointed at the screen with his finger and glared, "...Don't think that just because you write a third-rate novel you're some public figure. Believe it or not, I can make you beg for food on the streets within half a year?"

"Heh..." Feng Bujue smiled even more, and continued to ignore the other party and continued, "Of course, in this day and age... it's not surprising that entrepreneurs like you have two, three, or four mistresses. Legally speaking... this kind of voluntary transaction won't get you into trouble with the law." At this point, his tone changed. "Hmm... but I heard that... Mr. Jiang, you seem to be considering entering politics recently... If that kind of scandalous news is exposed during your campaign to be a certain representative or a certain committee member... the impact wouldn't be too good, right?"

"Mr. Ouyang!" Jiang Daode stood up and looked at Ouyang Jian, "Did you hear that? What does your client mean? Extortion?"

"Hehe..." Ouyang Jian chuckled twice. "If what he just said counts as extortion, then Mr. Jiang, your sentence 'mess with you' is attempted murder, and that sentence 'make you beg for food within half a year' is intimidation."

Jiang Daode was rendered speechless by Ouyang Jian's words. Faced with this shyster and the madman on the other side of the video, it was obviously impossible for him to gain the upper hand in the negotiation by relying on logic and language...

"Alright, Mr. Jiang, let's get straight to the point." At this time, Feng Bujue spoke again, "First of all, turn off that cigar-shaped recording device in your hand..."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Daode was immediately stunned.

"Unless... you want us to make the content of our conversation public, or you really plan to put that thing in your mouth and try smoking it..." Feng Bujue said with a smile.

"Hmph..." Jiang Daode snorted coldly. Although he didn't know how Jue-ge saw through this "recording cigar," since it had been exposed, he could only angrily break the thing and throw it away.

"Very good, then... let's get down to business." Jue-ge straightened his expression and said solemnly, "My time is limited. I still have to log in to the game to play the match before twelve o'clock, so... listen carefully... 'Gambling Emperor Zhai' member - Mr. Jiang Daode, next... between you and me, there will be a formal gamble."