The Godly Rich System is looking for a replacement, and I've become a weapon!

"I'm a good man, this is my first time going out."

The little steamed bun glanced speechlessly at the large hand that had already covered the Sculpting Foam.

Ha! A good man?

Zhang Yifang didn't know what Xiao Mantou was thinking, and he was starting to regret it a little.

He was wrong!

It's one thing if he goes to other places, but he shouldn't have come to KTV for a change of pace.

They came to ShangK to play a squishy game, but it turns out that Xiaomantou's skills are not as good as Zhang Yifang's!

However, he didn't think about changing the person; he found the little bun to be quite pleasing to the eye.

And she has nice legs, long and straight.

Xiao Mantou took a cigarette from the pack he had put in his mouth, lit it, took a puff, and then handed it to Zhang Yifang.

Zhang Yifang took the cigarette and waved it over:

"Go get the blue Cayenne for me."

"Oh, you're driving a Cayenne right away, bro?"

The long break started right after I sat down. Little Mantou hasn't been in the industry long, and this is the first time she's encountered this situation, so she's quite unaccustomed to it.

"What do we do then? You didn't even inflate the pump, am I supposed to just pop a betel nut?"

Zhang Yifang took Xiao Mantou's hand and let her touch his pectoral muscles.

That's really unnecessary!

Little Mantou obediently shut up and, with a heavy heart, ordered a friend's drink for Zhang Yifang.

Damn, I can't keep doing this job!

These old Dengs are so rude, their words are all hurtful. Waaah, the young ones are so easy to fool.

You can't argue with that, Zhang Yifang does indeed have two large pectoral muscles, which are quite exaggerated.

He sang two songs while holding the little bun in his arms.

He sings very well, which inevitably brings to mind his beautiful but muddle-headed ex-wife.

Oh, I almost forgot, now we need to be more precise, it's his first ex-wife.

That damn woman is now in the entertainment industry, a fairly famous singer in China, and occasionally she also does variety shows and acts in movies and TV dramas.

They are a top student who graduated from the National Conservatory of Music; they have a proper academic background.

Zhang Yifang's singing was trained by her, enough to make him a king in the karaoke world.

Ugh!

That damn woman is so foolish, how could she have tolerated this for so many years!

If we divorce now, I won't be allowed to take a billion or two of his assets.

Liu Ruyan won't get a single penny in the divorce, but she can.

The white moonlight, the cinnabar mole, the original wife—from school uniforms to wedding dresses, she took away billions and billions, but Zhang Yifang didn't feel a thing.

They started dating when they were little kids, and got together in the second year of junior high school.

Later, Zhang Yifang went to Jiangcheng, but the two didn't break up and had a long-distance relationship for several years.

They maintained a long-distance relationship throughout high school and college, and they persevered.

During Zhang Yifang's most difficult times, he was able to get through them only because his ex-wife, Sister Penguin, was there for him.

Who knew that after the wedding, when the happy day arrived, Zhang Yifang would act like a complete idiot.

Damn it! I should have kept a closer eye on Zhang Lao Er.

That's inhuman.

If there weren't so many people around, Zhang Yifang would have loved to slap himself twice.

【Ding! 】

[Mission issued: If you miss her, give her a call. Please call your first ex-wife at 2 AM and say "I love you" ten times.]

[Mission Reward: One Constitution Enhancement Card (Upgrades constitution to the Innate Talent level upon use.)]

Holy crap! The system's back to life?!

I almost forgot I had a system!

Zhang Yifang got up and went to the restroom; he wanted to have a word with the system.

[…Sorry! Please forgive me, host, my consciousness projection has gone to watch the fun with the Godly Rich System!]

[Don't apologize, bro! Can this task be adjusted? It's way too difficult.]

[Ding! The Godly Tycoon System's retention task is not mandatory; the host may choose to abandon it.]

【…】

This is ridiculous!

Try exchanging the reward for cash and I'll give up!

They keep offering rewards that they can't refuse to test their cadres.

Which cadre can withstand such a test?

Zhang Yifang was truly exasperated. Making a phone call was difficult enough, but to make one at 2 AM was just unbelievable!

Life is like that; since you can't resist it, you have to learn to enjoy it.

Let's fight!

Who told him to be so greedy for the system rewards!

Actually, he didn't want to call that damn woman at all.

Yeah! Not at all!!!

Zhang Yifang suppressed his restless impulse, picked up his phone and glanced at it. How come it was only a little past nine o'clock?

No rush!

He's not in a hurry at all!

These were all system tasks; he wasn't trying to save face.

Ugh!

The system misled me.

[Ding! One chance to draw a random identity in May has been granted.]

Uh! Isn't it supposed to be a draw once a month?

Oh, last time it was a newbie gift pack.

sorry!

I made the call myself, and I thank the system for giving me this opportunity to both eat and receive.

Zhang Yifang acted decisively according to his heart.

I definitely can't smoke here. I'll find a place to bathe and burn incense later before I smoke.

Now that we're inside, let's unload the goods!

While unloading the cargo, Zhang Yifang communicated with the system telepathically:

[Bro! Is everything going smoothly over there? Did the Great God Pangu manage to hold it down?]

[Not going well. This chaotic Pangu is incredibly powerful. Your older brother was cleaved away by an axe the moment he got started, and he's calling for reinforcements right now. He won't be back for a while.]

No rush, we're working well together. Tell my older brother to be careful.

He would be willing to enjoy the dual-system for a few more years.

After communicating for a while, the system said it wanted to continue watching the excitement and would automatically appear when there were tasks, and asked Zhang Yifang not to disturb it.

Zhang Yifang washed his hands, pushed open the door and walked out of the bathroom. Xiao Mantou stood at the door and handed him a tissue to wipe his hands.

"Go and give me a decent beating."

After wiping his hands, Zhang Yifang patted his bottom and instructed Xiao Mantou.

Neither protruding in the front nor upturned in the back, this little fruit platter is laughable.

The song was played, but Zhang Yifang didn't get to sing it before the toasts arrived.

His license plate is just like a special ID card; anyone can tell he's singing here.

Those who are familiar with him will even ask the marketing staff which private room Zhang Yifang is in, and whether they can come over to offer a toast.

Damn it, next time we go out to play, we definitely have to change the car!

After clinking glasses a few times, Zhang Yifang cursed inwardly. Everyone who dared to come in was an acquaintance, and he should still be polite.

Feng Biao also came over to offer a toast. He arrived around 10 o'clock, and had just finished one glass of wine when the store manager rushed over.

"Mr. Feng, something's happened! A fight broke out in the K06 cars! Our daughter's head has been split open."

Feng Biao quickly put down his wine glass and apologized:

"Brother Fang, I need to take care of this first. Excuse me."

Zhang Yifang became interested. He had come out to sing a song and unexpectedly gained something. His singing had become so popular that he even knocked over a fruit platter. He had to go and see what was going on.

"Let's go together, I'll go see what's going on."

Ma Guofeng also wanted to go and take a look, but he was already quite drunk and his heels were a little unsteady, so he gave up.

As soon as I stepped out of the private room, I could hear C programming echoing throughout the corridor, indicating that the competition was quite fierce.

Zhang Yifang became increasingly curious: what was the reason for such a fight?

It's not uncommon for people to get into fights over fruit platters after drinking too much, but it's rare to see one fight this fiercely these days.

"Tiger, go back to the private room and get me two handfuls of sunflower seeds."

"what?"

"Go quickly."

Zhang Yifang was ready to enjoy the melon seeds; it would be a shame not to eat some.

???

Feng Biao was both anxious and speechless.

It's just a few steps away from the few private rooms.

The first thing that catches the eye is a fruit platter with a head covered in blood sitting to one side.

The other fruit platters and staff members were all trying to stop her from calling the police.

She was facing a group of young men, one of whom was talking loudly on his microphone.

"Fuck you! Fuck you, I'm going to kill her! I'm going to beat her to death today..."