What the hell is the Yellow Haired Godly Rich System?

The five bad guys had completely lost their resistance at this moment. Their bodies were limp and they allowed themselves to be manipulated by them.

Yazi and Hongmao stood aside and witnessed it all. They were stunned with fear.

Li Zhiqiu walked leisurely into the temporary plastic sheeting room and sat down. He glanced coldly at the five people lying limp on the ground, with a mocking smile on his lips, as if he was watching a ridiculous farce.

“Who wants to live?”

Li Zhiqiu's voice was icy cold, as if it came from the depths of hell.

His eyes swept across the faces of Akira Nitta and the other four bad guys one by one.

At this moment, Akira Nitta has gradually recovered and his face is as pale as paper.

The other four bad guys were so frightened that their hands and feet were tied up, unable to move.

But they still struggled to crawl over and begged Li Zhiqiu for mercy. Their bodies rubbed against the plastic sheet, making a harsh "sizzling" sound, as if accompanying their pleas for mercy.

"Please let me go, please, spare me, I still have a family!"

The bad boy cried out in a crying voice.

"Don't worry, I'm not a devil." Li Zhiqiu smiled. Under the dim light, his face looked particularly gloomy, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through the deepest fears in people's hearts.

Li Zhiqiu raised his hand and slowly pointed at one of the bad guys.

The bad guy trembled all over, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, as if he was stared at by the god of death.

He was breathing heavily, and the cold sweat on his forehead dripped down his cheeks, hitting the cold ground, making a "tick-tick" sound.

"You can live."

Buliang was so frightened that he trembled all over, as if he had walked through the gates of hell and back again.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with relief and disbelief at surviving the disaster.

Li Zhiqiu pointed his finger at the other three people in succession. Every time he pointed at one of them, the bad guy seemed to be reborn, with an expression of incredible joy on his face, accompanied by deep fear and uneasiness.

When Li Zhiqiu pointed his finger at Xin Tianming for the last time, he asked, "Do you have any last words?"

Akira Nitta's heart sank to the bottom in an instant. He felt as if he was tightly bound by an invisible force and unable to move.

A flash of despair and anger flashed in his eyes, but was quickly swallowed up by endless darkness.

Li Zhiqiu looked at the other four bad guys again, his eyes revealing an unquestionable majesty: "Bury him together, then you can go."

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was saying something very simple.

Four gangsters walked over with heavy steps, holding shovels in their hands. There was no expression on their faces, but the hideous scars were scary enough.

The tip of the shovel flashed coldly under the light, like the scythe in the hands of the god of death, ready to reap lives at any time.

As Akira Nitta and other bad guys watched this scene, endless despair surged in their hearts.

They used to think they were the bosses in school and could act as they pleased, with no one daring to mess with them.

However, at this moment, facing the real underworld, they realized how naive and ridiculous they were.

"If you don't want to leave, you can be buried with him." Li Zhiqiu said with a smile.

The four bad guys were trembling all over and looked at Nitta Akira. They had obviously made their choice.

Xin Tian knew that he was abandoned, and he slammed his head on the ground with a dull "bang".

His forehead was pressed against the cold ground and his hands were tied so he could not move. He could only express his inner despair and pleading in this way.

"Please, let me go, I can do anything!"

Akira Nitta's voice was trembling and hoarse. He had given up all his dignity and pride and only wanted to survive.

Li Zhiqiu frowned, snorted coldly, and said, "I prefer your unruly look."

He waved to the side, and the gangster with a burn on his face walked over knowingly.

His face was covered with hideous scars, and his smile was particularly terrifying.

He pulled out a revolver, toyed with it in his hands, then took out three bullets, skillfully loaded them into the cylinder, and then closed it.

Li Zhiqiu smiled and covered his ears with his hands: "One in two chances, good luck."

Xin Tianming's body trembled violently. He raised his head and looked at Li Zhiqiu and the gangster in horror.

"No! Please!" Akira Nitta was struggling on the ground, his hands were tied and he could not move. He could only watch helplessly as the gangster raised his revolver.

The gangster's burned cheeks looked particularly ferocious when he smiled.

There was an unspeakable cruelty and mockery in his smile, as if he was enjoying Akira Nitta's fear and despair.

He slowly pulled the trigger and there was a crisp "click" sound.

"Ah?!" Nitta Ming screamed and his body trembled violently as if he was electrocuted.

He felt a warm liquid flowing out of his lower body, soaking his pants.

"Looks like you're lucky." Li Zhiqiu put down his hands.

Akira Nitta was gasping for breath, curled up on the ground, and shivering.

Half an hour later, in the dimly lit warehouse, the bad students gradually came back to their senses from their fear and despair.

There were still traces of tears on their faces, and there was a hint of confusion and resignation in their eyes.

Li Zhiqiu sat in front of a simple table with a contract in his hand, waiting for them to come forward and sign one by one.

The first person to step forward was Akira Nitta, who had just been frightened to the point of incontinence. He lowered his head and staggered, as if he had lost all his pride and courage.

He signed his name on the contract with trembling hands. The handwriting was twisted and weak, as if telling of his weakness and submission.

Next came several other bad guys, who walked up to the table one by one and signed their names.

Li Zhiqiu watched them sign one by one, and the smile on his face became even warmer: "Be happy, now you are all artists under our company, this is much better than being a bad boy."

Li Zhiqiu turned his gaze to Scar Black who was standing nearby: "The selection of stars for Iwakura School will be left to you and Arata Akira."

"Contact the entertainment company we work with, and train the good-looking ones to be male ladies. The others will all go to the gym, and focus on training them to chat with rich women."

"Ah?" Scar Gangster was slightly stunned: "These are all students, right?"

Li Zhiqiu waved his hand and said, "Don't worry. We have provided jobs for these bad boys. The school and parents will thank us. Remember, we are a legitimate entertainment game company."

"Understood." Scarface bowed ninety degrees.

After Li Zhiqiu gave instructions to Scarface and Nitta Ming, he turned around and walked out of the dim warehouse.

The image of Akasaki Chinatsu's black silk feet appeared in his mind. He had to urge her to make the game quickly and also transfer the money from there.

Chapter 49

Send luxury goods

The night was as dark as ink. A taxi stopped at the door of an old office building. Li Zhiqiu stepped out of the car, holding a gift bag from an expensive luxury store.

"Two million yen for one bag, that's outrageous." Li Zhiqiu pouted. The total amount of funds he currently holds is only 200 million yen.

Only 300 million is left to buy a bag.

Li Zhiqiu shook his head and walked into the office building. He walked along the corridor and soon saw the transparent glass door of Nagano Entertainment Company.

He opened the door and walked in.

Although it was night, the work area was brightly lit. Coders with dark circles under their eyes were typing on their keyboards, and the air was filled with the "cracking" sound of keyboards.

Li Zhiqiu saw Nagano Shota at a glance. He was sitting behind a large desk, reviewing documents with his head down.

Hearing the sound of the glass door, he looked up and saw Li Zhiqiu.

Li Zhiqiu walked forward with a smile and took the initiative to greet him, "President Nagano, good evening!"

Nagano Shota was slightly stunned, his eyes paused for a moment on the luxury bag in Li Zhiqiu's hand, but he quickly restrained his emotions, then looked away calmly, with a professional smile on his face.

"Good evening, Mr. Li. You're here so late. Is there something important?"

He knew that behind this gift, there must be Li Zhiqiu's undisguised intentions towards his wife.

The image of the torn little hole on his wife's black silk feet and the dried muddy stuff appeared in his mind.

But what could he do? Li Zhiqiu gave 10 million yen, which was far more than the normal contract amount.

Nagano Shota's heart was bleeding and his head was green. This was all for the future of the two of them.

"Oh, I'll come and check the progress." Li Zhiqiu smiled and looked at Akasaki Chinatsu who was working at a station not far away.

She was still wearing the neat OL uniform today, a white shirt with a black hip skirt, her long hair was tied up, revealing her slender neck, and she looked beautiful and capable.

Especially for a first-time wife, there is that special mature charm.

When Akasaki Chinatsu saw him come in and the gift bag in his hand, she sat up straight, placed her hands flat on the table, and her expression seemed a little stiff.

"Don't worry about leaving it to us. We have set up the framework last night and today." Nagano Shota sat in the work area today to prevent Li Zhiqiu from doing anything improper to his wife.

He believed that at least under his nose, Li Zhiqiu would not do anything frivolous and would restrain himself.

As long as we finish the cooperation quickly, we will be safe.

"Okay, let me check the progress." Li Zhiqiu waved his hand and walked towards Akasaki Chinatsu. He glanced at Nagano Shota and the amount of money appeared in his vision.

"Name: Nagano Shouta."

"Funds held: 3800 million yen."

His original capital was 4200 million yen, but after learning yesterday that his wife's foot was washed away, he lost 500 million yen, which should have been 3700 million yen originally.

But now it has become 3800 million yen, so the one million yen that Li Zhiqiu gave to Akasaki Chinatsu yesterday has become his asset again.

Li Zhiqiu thought to himself, wow, this is a perpetual motion machine.

He walked over to Akasaki Chinatsu's workstation.

"Sister Chinatsu, thank you for your hard work." His voice was gentle, and had the unique charm of a boy of his age.

When Akasaki Chinatsu glanced at the Dior logo on the packaging bag, her heart skipped a beat. This gift must be worth at least one million yen. He really spent a lot of money.

He is a handsome young man with a lot of money and a gangster's son.

Chinatsu Akasaki gives people the feeling that a TV drama has been reflected in reality.

Her heart beat faster involuntarily, but as an adult, she quickly returned to reality and glanced at her husband: "Xiao Qiu, the gift is too expensive, we are just doing normal business cooperation..."

She wanted to refuse the expensive gift.

She knew that a young master like Li Zhiqiu was just playing around at best. If it happened in private, she would have accepted it reluctantly, but her husband was still watching.

However, Li Zhiqiu did not give her the chance to refuse.

He quickly threw the package into the drawer under her desk and sat down next to her: "The frame is ready, let me take a look."

Li Zhiqiu put the gift under the table but did not pull it out. Instead, he placed it on the black stockings on her thigh.

Akasaki Chinatsu was stunned and wanted to dodge, but Li Zhiqiu was right next to her, too close, and there was no place to hide for a moment, and there were other employees around.

She was worried that the noise would be too loud and attract the attention of other employees.

Nagano Shota sat not far away, closely watching Li Zhiqiu's every move.

When he saw Li Zhiqiu sitting close to his beautiful wife Akasaki Chinatsu, an indescribable anger surged in his heart.

His fists clenched subconsciously, and a "cracking" sound came from the joints.

However, Nagano Shota quickly unclenched his fists, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

He told himself that all this was for their future happy life, and some necessary sacrifices were inevitable.

Since my actions have been played to my feet, this little sacrifice doesn't matter.

"We have developed the game framework according to your requirements." Akasaki Chinatsu endured the discomfort and distracted herself with work. Her fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard, and the game interface immediately appeared on the computer screen.

She pointed to various parts of the screen and demonstrated the functions and operations of the game to Li Zhiqiu in detail.

"It's mainly about card drawing, synthesis, gifting mechanism, and built-in live broadcast."

As Akasaki Chinatsu spoke, her body moved subconsciously, her face flushed.

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She underestimated Li Zhiqiu. She originally thought that he would be more restrained with her husband around, but his hand was not satisfied with just touching her thigh. She only felt waves of discomfort.