After a relaxing bath, Zhang Yifang lay sprawled on the 2-meter by 2-meter bed, wearing a bathrobe.

The system projection screen appeared above his line of sight, and he reached out and touched the extraction button.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the identity of 'Hengda Shareholder']

[Worldwide small-scale optimization and adjustment in progress... 1%... 10%... 50%... 80%... Optimization completed simultaneously]

[Introduction of Hengda Shareholders: In recent years, Zhang Yifang has been building up, increasing and investing in Hengda through his subsidiary, Handing International Investment, in the secondary market. As of now, he holds a total of 1.4938 million circulating shares of Hengda, representing a 1.1% stake.]

In summary: This isn't a suitable long-term holding status. Just hold it for a month or two to enjoy it, and sell it before the end of July for pocket money! Otherwise, you might end up with nothing.

After reading the introduction, another memory came to his mind about "Handing International Investment" and Hengda's shareholders.

He closed the system projection screen and quickly started calculating on his phone.

1.1% is now worth approximately HK$31 billion.

Baidu search: currency conversion.

1 Hong Kong dollar = 0.8812 Chinese yuan.

HK$31 billion multiplied by 0.8812 = RMB27.3172 billion.

"Hiss!" Zhang Yifang gasped, realizing he had struck it rich again.

He counted on his fingers and realized that, not counting his brothers' various shady businesses, the assets of just the three companies with the "Han" prefix alone amounted to 84 billion.

Is he at the peak of A10 now? Or is he halfway to the ultimate perfection of A10?

Who are you calling swords, guns, and cannons?

Who the hell has knives, guns, and cannons?

I'm an entrepreneur!

Do entrepreneurs understand this?

Have you ever been an entrepreneur?

……

The system instructed him to sell all his Hengda shares by the end of July. He naturally didn't suspect the system, but…

Zhang Yifang stroked his chin and pondered for a while, then made up his mind.

As for being nervous?

What a joke! Who told you that a billionaire would be afraid to call his ex-wife?

Damn it, once I make some more money, I'll buy out that whole crappy entertainment industry.

Make her shine my shoes!!!

Then, to kill time, he tapped the King of Glory icon on his phone.

Forty minutes later, Zhang Yifang almost smashed his phone. Damn it, three consecutive losses!

Silly Lucky Game!

Uninstall it!

Hey!

So he resolutely uninstalled Honor of Kings for the 78th time.

Let me check the time. Hmm, it's 1:58.

Zhang Yifang got up and went to the bathroom.

I'm going to take a shower, then I'll call my ex-wife and tell her to get up and pee.

Beep—beep—beep—beep—

The long beeping tone kept coming from the phone's receiver, but no one answered.

Zhang Yifang was starting to panic!

Hey you damn woman, answer the phone!

My Physique Enhancement Card!!!

"Hey! What made you suddenly decide to call me?"

Finally, his ex-wife Du Yu's voice came through the phone, her tone lazy and drawn-out, filled with a heavy sleepiness.

It sounded like she was sleeping soundly when he woke her up with his phone call.

Zhang Yifang felt a lump in his throat for no apparent reason when he heard that voice for so long.

He rubbed his nose and decided to cut to the chase:

"I love you!"

After a long silence.

Du Yu finally spoke, and her voice was noticeably more energetic.

"Have you had too much to drink?"

After all, he had been drinking at two different places, so it was perfectly normal for Du Yu to notice that he was drunk.

"I love you!"

"Where are you? Who's with you? Let him answer the phone."

"I love you!"

"Zhang Yifang, don't have a relapse! If you've had too much to drink, go home and sleep."

"I love you!"

"Are you crazy?! Don't you have any other words?"

"I love you!"

This time, Du Yu fell silent again.

She didn't speak, and neither did Zhang Yifang.

Anyway, he was determined that no matter what Du Yu said, he would only say three words: I love you.

As a result, Du Yu's next sentence prompted Zhang Yifang to swear.

"We will not remarry."

"grass!"

"Hey! Can't you say something else?"

"I love you!"

"That won't happen again."

"I love you!"

"Let's talk about something new."

"I love you!"

"Neuropathy!"

"I love you!"

"Are you alright?"

"It's okay, but I really will see it through to the end. I love you to the very end!"

After saying that, Zhang Yifang casually hung up the phone and turned it off.

……

Mushroom houses in Wengcao Village, Xiangxi.

Du Yu stared at her phone, the notification sound from the receiver driving her crazy.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later."

"Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is power off."

I tried it again and got the same result.

Du Yu opened WeChat and clicked on Zhang Yifang's contact, which was pinned to the top with the nickname "dog man".

Raindrop: "[~~60〃]"

Raindrop: "[~~60〃]"

Raindrop: "[~~60〃]"

Sending three voice messages, each 60 seconds long, shows that 60 seconds is the limit for WeChat, but not for Du Yu.

But this is destined to be a futile effort.

The two were too familiar with each other; they could tell what the other was going to do just by looking at each other's butts. Zhang Yifang would definitely not listen to these three voice messages.

The system projection screen pops up automatically.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on successfully completing the mission. Rewards have been issued.]

Zhang Yifang clicked on the introduction of the physical enhancement card.

[Physical Enhancement Card: Doubles your original physical constitution.]

Look at this simple and unpretentious introduction.

Simple and clear.

Zhang Yifang is in good physical condition; he has a habit of exercising.

Later, the identity of swords, guns, and cannons was subtly reinforced.

His men were all from sports schools and martial arts schools, and he trained with them a lot, so he knew a little bit about wrestling and boxing.

If he doubles that, wouldn't he be in a real bind?

Click to use.

Suddenly, Zhang Yifang felt as if he had been electrocuted, but it only lasted for a second.

Is that all?

So fast... Is that efficient?

I did some exercise and experienced the effects of the physique enhancement card.

Hmm! I'm starting to feel it.

That's powerful, absolutely damn powerful.

Zhang Yifang felt he could take on three, no, five to ten Liu Ruyans.

He will have to have a new nickname from now on: "Jiangcheng Little Forklift".

I'll definitely try it out with her when I get home tomorrow!

I'll go to sleep now.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yifang was dumbfounded.

He originally planned to turn off his phone and go to sleep while he was still drunk, but his constitution suddenly strengthened, and he sobered up!

Tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He turned on his phone and saw seven or eight missed calls and about ten unread messages.

Zhang Yifang opened WeChat, and wow, that bitch's insults were really filthy.

If typing is this messy, then those three 60-second voice messages are even more unbearable to listen to.

After thinking for a moment, he immediately made a video call.

Du Yu answered the phone and asked in a low voice:

"What are you going to do now... *gurgle*"

She didn't have the lights on, but by the light from her phone, Zhang Yifang could clearly see that the woman was swallowing hard.

He deliberately twitched his exaggerated pectoral muscles, then tilted the camera down 40 degrees to reveal his six-pack abs.

He already had chest and abdominal muscles, but after using the physique enhancement card, they're even more amazing now, with incredibly smooth lines.

"Doesn't it make your mouth water?"

"You deserve to die!"

Du Yu spoke softly, and casually took two screenshots.

Then, she said in a very low voice:

"Don't say anything yet. I'm participating in a variety show and I'm sharing a room with other female guests. I'll go out and talk to you later."

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