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

Zhang Yifang went to the banquet in a Hilton Ghost, mainly because if Hengda sent a car to pick him up, he would probably have to take a taxi back later.

All the way, he was thinking about what kind of trouble he could find to start a fight.

As our ancestors said, when it comes to war, you have to have a legitimate reason for fighting.

You need to find a seemingly reasonable excuse, otherwise, if someone treats you to good food and drink, you might just punch them twice.

Isn't that insane?

After thinking about it all the way, he still couldn't come up with a suitable excuse, so he could only take it one step at a time.

If all else fails, I'll just have to become mentally ill!

no way!

At their level, health is the most important asset.

For the sake of such a miraculous skill as "time reversal," everything else is insignificant.

It's no exaggeration to say that this skill is only usable by Zhang Yifang. If it could be used by others, even if it brought in a billion or two billion at a time, countless rich people would fight tooth and nail for it.

What RMB?

If it's really going to sell, this thing is only available to knife-wielders, USB knife-wielders, you know?

Of course!

You must remember this!

For Zhang Yifang, "the reversal of time" is only second.

The primary reason is still to get revenge on the system!!!

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At the dinner, Zhang Yifang was extremely dissatisfied!

Not a buddy!

Who do you Hengda look down on?

What's the point of bringing so many girls here?

Damn it, besides my sister and Lao Xu, there are only four or five Hengda executives left.

Holy shit!

Doesn't this affect my reward?!

So, is the head of the Hengda Song and Dance Troupe considered a senior executive at Hengda?

Maybe we should just forget about it, since we only had a brief fling?

But beating her up might add up to the rewards, so why not beat her up and give her some money?

Shanshan should be able to accept it, right?

"Brother Zhang, seeing is believing! Our General Manager Xia was right, you are indeed a man of great talent."

Boss Xu laughed heartily.

This guy has a huge air about him. He doesn't smoke his cigar properly, but a pretty young woman is standing behind him. As soon as he reaches out, she tries to put the cigar between his fingers.

If he reaches out again, the pretty girl will have to take the cigar away, and she'll have to keep her eyes glued to his hand.

This guy is even more pretentious than Zhang Yifang!

His every word and action is like something out of a movie; he must have a dream, like Zhang Yifang, of cosplaying a Hong Kong movie boss.

Zhang Yifang's fists were itching to punch him right then and there.

"Chairman Xu, you flatter me. Thank you for your kind words."

Zhang Yifang promptly offered a toast; if he couldn't think of a way to cause trouble, he'd just act drunk and disorderly!

It's okay to have a bad drinking habit once or twice.

Boss Xu was very satisfied with Zhang Yifang's performance. "Young man, your attitude is pretty good. You downed the wine in one gulp. We still have face, huh!"

"Brother Zhang is very straightforward! I won't beat around the bush either. Just invest with confidence! I'll cover your investment, and you'll definitely get your share of the profits."

"Starting this year, we will initially invest 200 billion, followed by 150 billion next year and 100 billion the year after."

"In the automotive sector, I either don't do it at all, or if I do, I will make it the world's largest and strongest new energy vehicle group."

"Just you wait and see, brother. In just three to five years, I can get the company back listed on the A-share STAR Market. By then, your 3 billion will be more than just doubled or tripled."

To be honest, this old guy is quite the smooth talker, damn it, it got Zhang Yifang's blood pumping.

If he hadn't come with the answers, he might have actually been tricked by Old Xu into spending a lot of gold coins.

He mumbled through the whole thing, and after a few rounds, Zhang Yifang, as if he were drunk, held up his wine glass and asked Boss Xu a question.

"Brother Xu! I feel that 3 billion is not enough. Could you give me a larger share so that I can also make a fortune with you?"

Zhang Yifang had already made up his mind. If Lao Xu agreed immediately, he would just start acting crazy while drunk.

If he's just putting on airs, then...

"Brother Zhang, it's not that I don't want to give you a share, it's just that the Liu family in Hong Kong has already made arrangements, and it's really difficult for me!"

As expected, Lao Xu put on airs and waited for Zhang Yifang to beg him again so he could agree immediately, wanting both face and substance.

As a result, Zhang Yifang glared at him, stood up, and quietly reached for the edge of the table, weighing it in his hand.

What the hell!

This thing is quite heavy. With his build, he could probably flip a table, but he certainly wouldn't do it in a stylish way.

He silently withdrew his hand, touched a bottle of Moutai, and smashed it at Old Xu's feet.

"Brother Xu, aren't you giving me any face?"

At this point, Old Xu's expression had already turned grim, but he hadn't shown any reaction yet.

Xia Haijun quickly stepped forward, put his arm around Zhang Yifang's shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Mr. Zhang doesn't seem to be in good spirits today. Is he drunk?..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Yifang slapped him across the face, muttering under his breath.

"You son of a bitch! You dare touch me?"

Then he kicked him in the stomach, yelling.

"I've got Hengda Investment, do you think you can bully me? Come on, all you sons of bitches, come at me!"

He said he wanted Evergrande to come at him together, but in fact, before he finished speaking, he kicked Lao Xu, knocking Lao Xu and his chair to the ground.

He then pounced on her and delivered a flurry of punches; his goal was clear, and his thinking was logical.

First, take down Lao Xu to acquire the skills. Then, challenge a group of Hengda executives to claim the accumulated rewards.

However, this was a very important person, and he held back his strength.

For someone of Lao Xu's skill level, hitting him too hard would be a problem for him too; anyway, the system just wants to inflict heavy damage.

Surprisingly, Zhang Yifang was quite civilized this time. He didn't mutter any profanities to increase his attack power while hitting Xu, but simply silently threw punches at Xu's face.

By the time Hengda's executives rushed over, Zhang Yifang had already delivered a good ten punches.

Old Xu was completely powerless to fight back. To put it bluntly, the fitness coach he hired from America was nothing special.

You need to hone your fighting skills in real combat to develop real combat effectiveness.

She tripped a senior executive at Evergrande by locking his leg, then got up and kicked him in the stomach, making him instantly resemble a shrimp.

Zhang Yifang cracked his neck twice and then shook his right hand, which he had used to hit Lao Xu.

He walked towards another Hengda executive, grabbed his hair, and slapped him across the face once, twice, and three times.

After I laid this down, I turned around and, lo and behold, it was someone I knew!

Pan Dalong!

An acquaintance immediately struck hard, delivering a Russian-style swing punch.

It's no exaggeration to say that Pan Dalong's nosebleed traced a parabola.

After beating Pan Dalong, Zhang Yifang glanced back at Shanshan, but decided against it. After all, she had been in prison before, and he really couldn't bring himself to do it.

You know what, these guys are pretty interesting. Once they're taken down in one wave, they stop going for it.

Those who run big businesses know how to weigh the pros and cons, and can avoid getting beaten up a lot.

He stood on the table, using a chair as a stepping stone, and took a few selfies with his phone. From his elevated vantage point, the miserable state of the group of Hengda executives lying on the ground was captured on camera.

He grabbed a few tissues from the table and turned to walk out.

This is Hengda's territory. Soon, all the security guards and bodyguards will rush over. If he wins, that's fine, but if he loses and gets pinned down, that would be so embarrassing.

When the wind gets strong, running away is the right thing to do!

Once seated, Gusteau began to give his orders:

"Back to the hotel!"

He wiped the blood off his hands and clothes with a tissue, then casually tossed it out the window. Only then could he see the belated Hengda security personnel chasing after him in the rearview mirror.

Zhang Yifang took out his phone, edited a nine-grid photo, and posted it on his WeChat Moments.

"Single-player speedruns are great! They might be okay for trading, but they're so-so at fighting!"