Director You was completely devastated after being betrayed by his wife. In an attempt to salvage the situation, he even tried raising the price. However, Su Weisheng seemed determined to earn the three million from his great-grandson and even stated that You Sui was not allowed to arbitrarily raise prices and disrupt the market. His ruthless stance was truly shocking.
In the end, Zhaocai won this round.
Not only was Director You, who had been cast out by his wife, questioning his life choices, but even Su Ran himself couldn’t believe it. He had only been making bold claims out of frustration, yet his great-grandfather actually indulged him to such an extent! Heaven helped him. He was even starting to regret not saving money in the past instead of constantly producing lousy films. If he had, he might have already become his great-grandfather’s one and only favored great-grandson, avoiding the recent situation where Su Ning seized the opportunity to rise in status.
In the study, Su Weisheng was flipping through his utility knives when he turned around to find his great-grandson still standing there, staring blankly. He reminded him, “Didn’t you say you wanted to drive everyone else away and have some alone time with your great-grandfather? Why are you zoning out?” As he spoke, he handed over a utility knife and instructed, “Go open the delivery boxes on the floor.”
Su Zhaocai instinctively took the knife, showing no awareness of the fact that he had paid for a service and should be treated like a valued customer. Instead, he happily sat down on the floor and began tearing open the two large boxes. As he did, he asked excitedly, “Great-grandfather, what’s in these boxes? From now on, if you want to buy something, tell me in advance. I’ll buy it for you. There’s no need for you to spend your own money!”
His words showed that he had truly grown wiser. Su Weisheng found it amusing and teased him inwardly, though outwardly he responded nonchalantly, “These are packages sent by Su Anyao. She heard you mention that I had downloaded “Above the Court” and assumed I was still playing the game, so she specially bought a limited-edition set of merchandise to send over.”
After removing the thick layer of protective foam, they revealed an exquisitely crafted and dynamic set of game figurines. Seven uniquely styled game characters stood in a decorative box, each making a heart gesture toward the player. Su Weisheng had only paid brief attention to the game while investigating the two best friends, but he was aware that even the hidden empress variant in this set was priced in the high five-figure range in the resale market and was considered priceless.
Possibly inspired by Su Ning’s gesture of personally mixing drinks for their great-grandfather, the adjacent box contained an expensive wine set, reflecting Su Anyao’s thoughtful approach to preparing gifts.
Even though Su Weisheng saw his relationship with Gu Shuangshuang as merely a simple collaboration, it was clear that these two young women remained deeply grateful. Although they didn’t possess significant wealth or rare treasures to repay the kindness, at the very least, their attitude was earnest and sincere.
Yet, the great-grandfather and great-grandson paid no attention to the expensive wine set at all. Instead, they were utterly fascinated by the palm-sized figurines.
Su Ran picked up a chibi-style figurine of the prime minister, carefully examining it before flicking it lightly on the forehead. With a hint of ridicule, he remarked, “Why does this smirking, scheming expression look so punchable?”
Su Weisheng glanced over and replied meaningfully, “Probably because the smile resembles Lu Huanjin a little. You even noticed that? Zhaocai, are you secretly a fan of Lu Huanjin?”
Startled, Su Ran flung the figurine back into the box like it was a hot potato. Bristling, he loudly retorted, “What fan? No way! Great-grandfather, don’t just throw around new terms you’ve picked up—‘fan’ doesn’t even mean that!”
Not waiting for Su Weisheng’s response, Su Ran warily glanced at his great-grandfather, only to realize that the older man had said it so casually that he hardly seemed to care. At the moment, Su Weisheng was focused on adjusting the other figurines, making Su Ran’s exaggerated reaction look rather suspicious.
He huffed a few times, his voice gradually lowering, unsure whether it was guilt or simply losing interest. Eventually, he fell into silence.
As the room gradually quieted down, Su Weisheng subtly curled his lips in amusement but didn’t expose his great-grandson’s reaction. Instead, he nonchalantly pointed to the decorative box and instructed, “Arrange them on the bookshelf. There’s space at the top.”
“Oh.” Zhaocai carefully pulled out a cloth to wipe the top shelf before placing the figurines one by one. It was clear that his recent chores had trained him well in household work.
Once finished, he turned back to look at Su Weisheng, expecting some kind of response. However, his great-grandfather remained silent, which made him restless. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer and blurted out, “Great-grandfather, aren’t you going to ask me where the three million came from?”
Zhaocai was practically like a little child, unable to keep a secret to himself.
Su Weisheng suppressed the smile that instinctively curled at the corners of his lips and casually responded, “Didn’t you say you earned it by writing songs?”
“Of course! And at a friendship rate, too. If it had been a standard single licensing fee, it wouldn’t have been this low.” Su Ran raised his eyebrows proudly. “Besides, I’ve already discussed things with the company. Once this show finishes recording, I’ll focus on releasing an album. I’ve also paid off all the past breach-of-contract fines from disagreements with advertisers. From now on, I’ll take on new ads, release tons of albums, hold concert after concert, and make up for all the work I failed to complete before.”
Worried that his great-grandfather might not believe him, he firmly added, “I mean what I say!”
A faint smile lingered in Su Weisheng’s eyes as he obligingly clapped his hands and praised, “Not bad. Our Zhaocai is becoming more and more accomplished. Looks like my retirement will depend on you.”
“Don’t worry! All the money I make from now on is yours. Didn’t we agree on buying a car, a house, and even an island? Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you!” Su Ran wasn’t the least bit humble. Completely intoxicated by his great-grandfather’s praise, he started promising everything under the sun without leaving himself any room to backtrack.
The atmosphere in the study grew increasingly harmonious between great-grandfather and great-grandson. Both were delighted—one felt victorious after outmaneuvering everyone else and securing exclusive affection from his great-grandfather, while the other was pleased with his great-grandson’s current determination to earn money and focus on his career. It validated his decision to send You Sui packing earlier.
He hadn’t refused the price increase just for the three million. Clearly, he had wanted Zhaocai to get a taste of success and push himself harder in his career. Yes, this was promising. Zhaocai, his adorable little servant, was slowly maturing, taking the initiative to earn money for his great-grandfather.
And now, his household didn’t just have two little servants anymore. Ever since he assigned Su Ning and Yan Wan to work with Bug in forming a team, these three had been dedicated to expanding his business… even in the underworld.
Just as Su Ran left the study, feeling thoroughly content, he was about to check in on the progress of his little subordinates when Bug suddenly popped up. The tiny paper figure stood on the desk with a dark expression, coldly declaring, “The backlog of tasks in the Book of Life and Death has been completely cleared. There are no new assignments. Get those two out of my team immediately.”
Su Weisheng found it odd and asked, “Wasn’t clearing the backlog a good thing? Why are you so upset?” As he spoke, he casually opened the team’s group chat to take a look.
Su Ning: @Bug Task completed. Please assign the next one.
Yan Wan: Okay, I’ve finished on my end, too. Ready for the next.
Su Ning: @Bug @Bug @Bug Great-grandfather’s desired points total hasn’t been reached yet. Hurry up with new tasks. I still need to go home and seize power. A few old men are clinging to their authority and refuse to reveal any clues about the secret treasure. Hilarious. I’m going to sideline them completely.
Goodness. Turns out they’re both relentless workaholics. No wonder they’ve driven Bug up the wall.
He turned to Bug and asked, “Is there really no more grinding to do?”
“No. The backlog of special events in the Book of Life and Death was never extensive to begin with. This amount of points is nowhere near enough to upgrade permissions.”
Su Weisheng nodded. “That’s true. So we need to find a new way to earn points.”
Bug eyed him warily. “What are you planning?”
Su Weisheng grinned. “Let’s develop a new feature for the app.”
Bug: “…”
A moment later, Su Weisheng activated the underworld live-streaming function. Within three minutes, his screen was already flooded with comments.
[Wow! I get to see another live stream before reincarnating? I’m truly touched.]
[The High Priest actually remembers that live streaming exists?]
[Ever since I subscribed, I haven’t seen a single stream for a week. Can I report Su Tiao to the underworld authorities for membership fraud?]
[You’ve been absent for too long. As punishment, you must grant each of your esteemed subscribers one wish.]
[Exactly! If there’s no compensation, I’m canceling my membership!]
[Gu Shuangshuang: Holy! It’s Great-grandfather! Huh? Why aren’t you all sending comments? Do you guys not understand live-streaming culture?]
Clearly, Gu Shuangshuang had only been in the underworld for a few days. This was her first time encountering Su Weisheng’s livestream, and she was so shocked that she spammed multiple comments. However, since she hadn’t subscribed to the membership, she couldn’t see other people’s comments or interact with them.
The chat was overwhelmingly filled with complaints against Su Weisheng, but he remained calm, scanning through the dense stream of text. For once, he spoke to the audience in a surprisingly gentle tone: “No need to panic. I guarantee at least one livestream every three days. How could I let your membership fees go to waste? Not only can you post comments as members, but I’ve even developed a new feature just for you.”
[???]
[Is this for real?]
[What the—this is the first time I’ve heard Su Tiao speak to me so kindly. I swear my soul is shaking…]
[I don’t even need a new feature. If he just smiles at me like this, I’d be willing to extend my membership for another year.]
[Hey, can the previous commenter toughen up a little?]
[A new feature? What kind of feature? If it’s half-hearted, no ghost here will accept it. If you want to win us over, you’d better show some sincerity!]
[Exactly! If this new feature disappoints us, we’re filing complaints for fraud!]
Threat after threat poured in, so convincing that even they seemed to forget the reality that the underworld’s lazy officials wouldn’t bother addressing their grievances anyway.
Su Weisheng, unfazed, continued to smile as he explained, “Of course, this new feature is useful. I’ve added a wish button to the app. Just toss in a coin, and you can make a wish. During each livestream, I’ll randomly select a wish to fulfill. Sounds fun, doesn’t it?”
As he spoke, he directly showcased the newly developed feature that Bug had just implemented. The wish-making rules were as follows:
- This feature is exclusive to members. It’s a special membership perk.
- Each wish requires the user to deposit one ingot of underworld currency into the app.
- During every livestream, a wish will be randomly selected for fulfillment. If a user makes ten wishes without being chosen, they will accumulate one wish fragment, increasing their chance of selection by 30%. A user can collect up to three fragments, boosting their probability to 90%.
- Wish content restrictions are as follows…
- …
- …
- …
Seeing the long list of rules, the souls in the livestream were utterly dumbfounded. The chat froze for a full three minutes before erupting into an even more intense wave of complaints.
[Membership perks: You have to pay to make a wish? Good lord, I barely recognize the word ‘perk’ anymore.]
[You still don’t get it? ‘Membership perks’ means exclusive money traps.]
[One ingot of silver… This miserable underworld doesn’t even have proper ways to earn money! We have to rely on burial goods to trade. What am I supposed to use to make a wish?!]
[The introduction of wish fragments completely stunned me. I never thought I’d have to spend money on a lottery system even after death. Su Tiao, you’re unbelievably ruthless!]
[Exploiting ghosts just to make money… Su Tiao, you truly are a despicable capitalist!]
Su Weisheng certainly hadn’t wasted his time playing “Above the Court”. He had copied its mechanics perfectly, setting up a pay-to-win wish system for the dead. Naturally, this sparked an outcry of complaints.
But criticism was futile. The notorious capitalist High Priest wasn’t the least bit bothered; instead, he cheerfully muted the comment section before casually reviewing the wish list. His brows lifted in mild surprise.
Well, well—everyone’s mouths were busy insulting him, yet their hands were enthusiastically making wishes. The new feature had only been live for ten minutes, and the number of submitted wishes had already surpassed 999+. Truly befitting of the underworld, where even ghosts had plenty of wealth.
Skimming through the wishes, he saw requests to send dreams to people in the living world, unresolved desires needing a High Priest’s intervention, wishes made purely to flirt with him, and the most absurd of all—someone had spent money just to insult him as a ruthless capitalist.
Hmm. Cursing him while still handing over their money.
Amused, Su Weisheng graciously accepted the criticism, then clicked the random selection button with a grin. “Let’s pick our first lucky winner today.”
【Jiang Naitang: High Priest, hello. My partner and I lived together for over a decade. I knew he was cheating on me while I was alive, but I never expected that he’d find a replacement so quickly after my death. I can’t accept this. I want to send him a dream.】
Whoa! Now this wish had some bite!
Both the audience and Su Weisheng focused their attention on the wish request. Wow—seven-year itch plus a substitute lover? This was some truly dramatic material.
Su Weisheng pondered for a moment. “If you just want to send a dream and talk things through, that’s fine. But revenge isn’t allowed.” With that, he promptly assigned the request to Su Ning for processing.
No one expected him to draw a winner so quickly. With the selected soul’s situation now displayed for all to see, the ghosts’ eyes gleamed with excitement. Soon, a fresh wave of wish requests flooded in, surpassing 9999+ entries.
After all, they were all dead—who didn’t have unresolved wishes? If they were lucky enough to get picked, wouldn’t that be great?
Watching how enthusiastically everyone participated in the paid wish lottery, Su Weisheng was raking in profits in no time. Not only did this help reduce the excessive resentment in the underworld and boost his Book of Life and Death points, but it also made money off the ghosts. A win-win situation.
Just then, a non-member comment floated across the screen, landing right in his line of sight.
[Gu Shuangshuang: Help! Why is underworld currency only exchangeable via burial goods? What about those of us who didn’t have any burial offerings? Great-grandfather, can’t you open a currency exchange between the living and the dead? I may be dead, but I still have money in the living world!]
Su Weisheng stared at the message for a few minutes before thoughtfully saving a screenshot. Then, he praised, “This is a very reasonable suggestion. No need for a wish request. I can fulfill this one right now.”
Bug, utterly speechless, reminded him, “We’re an app, not an official underworld authority. We don’t have the authority to set up currency exchanges between the realms!”
Su Weisheng, unfazed, coolly bypassed Bug’s objection. “No problem. We can introduce virtual currency within the app. By enabling cash-to-app currency exchange, 1,000 yuan can be converted into 1,000 wish coins. Not just for making wishes, but also for member subscriptions and other upcoming features.”
Bug: “…”
The ghosts: “……”
[Something feels off. I swear my soul has been drained.]
[Wow, you’ve truly mastered the art of pay-to-win schemes.]
Late at night, Su Ran drifted into a dream.
After a period of intense acting training, he no longer found himself forcibly pulled into dreams every day. Instead, he willingly set aside time to attend his lessons.
However, today, as soon as he entered, he noticed that his three “teachers” seemed particularly distracted. Su Ran curiously glanced around. His great-grandfather and grandfather were sitting off to the side, yawning and looking utterly exhausted. The only one barely holding on to his energy was his father, who was still making an effort to supervise him.
Baffled, Su Ran asked, “Dad, what’s going on with you guys?”
Su Cheng sighed. “Your great-grandfather drained us dry.”
Su Ran: ???
Su Cheng didn’t want to dwell on the topic. After all, scamming the underworld’s ghosts alongside their ancestral patriarch wasn’t exactly a proud achievement. Even worse, now that these ghosts had spent all their money, they were brimming with the desire to work in the afterlife to earn more, completely abandoning their previous carefree existence.
So, Su Cheng simply brushed off his son’s curiosity. “Don’t ask. Just focus on your sword practice.”
“I’ve already mastered it, Dad, did you forget?” Su Ran gave his father an odd look, then reminded him, “Didn’t we agree last time? Once I mastered my skills, you wouldn’t force me to play that ridiculous ‘Legend of the High Priest’ anymore.”
Yes, he had already started viewing “Legend of the High Priest” as nothing but garbage.
Su Laijin snapped back to reality upon hearing this. “Oh, right, you mentioned wanting to see the real battle scenes from your great-grandfather’s campaigns, didn’t you?”
“Yes!!!” Su Ran was thrilled, passionately declaring, “Once I have money and start making films again, I’ll create the most authentic ‘Legend of the High Priest’. The whole world will witness my great-grandfather’s glorious achievements. I’ll outshine Su Ning, that wild great-grandson!”
At the mention of Su Ning, Su Laijin’s expression turned slightly odd. He looked at his direct descendant with a hint of pity and gently advised, “You don’t need to compete with him. No matter what, you’re your great-grandfather’s legitimate grandson.”
“Of course I know that.” Still basking in the joy of his victory in the family feud, Su Ran tilted his chin up proudly. “But precisely because I’m the legitimate great-grandson, it’s my duty to ensure Great-grandfather lives even better in modern times! I’m going to sing, act, make money, and crush Su Ning. I’ll make sure he knows who the true heir of this family is!”
Su Laijin: “…” No one’s even fighting you for that title.
But honestly, Su Ran, why do you put yourself through this? You spend every day competing with your great-grandfather’s reincarnation. If Yinzi ever regains his memories… how devastated will you be?
With a shake of his head and a sigh, Su Laijin chose not to argue further. Instead, he simply tossed this foolish brat straight into a new illusion.
The moment his vision blurred, Su Ran found himself in a brutal battlefield. His body swayed, and deafening sounds of combat roared in his ears. The scene before him was a hellscape of severed limbs and carnage.
His body wasn’t under his control—or rather, this body was experiencing Su Laijin’s perspective, making it naturally beyond his command.
He felt the body’s owner momentarily falter, just about to fall from the warhorse, when suddenly, a pair of firm hands caught his shoulders. Panicked, he lifted his gaze, only to meet a pair of ice-cold, bone-chilling eyes.
“What are you panicking for?”
The High Priest’s pale face was stained with flecks of blood, making him look both demonic and ethereal. His eyes were deep, dark pools, yet a faint smile tugged at his lips. He casually patted the cheek of the fifteen-year-old Su Laijin. “Didn’t you want to be on the battlefield? Go on, don’t be a deserter.”
On the battlefield, he showed no mercy—not even when toughening up his own son.
Su Ran shivered at the sight of this terrifying great-grandfather.
The next moment, those hands clapped his steed’s flank. Su Ran instinctively gripped the reins, but his body was no longer under his control. The horse surged forward, carrying him straight into the chaos of slaughter.
Ugh—
When the dream ended, Su Ran woke up and immediately clung to the toilet, vomiting violently. Even after he was done, he felt like he could still smell the metallic stench of blood in the air.
He slumped against the wall, gasping for breath, his mind replaying the image of Su Weisheng—like a war god, fierce and unstoppable. So… this was what real war was like?
Compared to this, his acting seemed utterly childish.
Yet, despite his fear, a strange, inexplicable excitement surged within him. He realized he had personally experienced the battlefield. He had witnessed the High Priest in his prime. He had spoken with him, fought under his command as a soldier.
The thought lingered. Su Ran felt his blood boiling.
He climbed to his feet, rummaging through his bedroom for his phone. Unlocking it, he saw two pinned conversations—one with his great-grandfather, the other a three-person group chat labeled 【Legitimate Great-Grandson’s Guide to Family Feuds】. The two other members, still awake, were actively chatting inside.
My Husband Can Screw a Cactus: See? Throwing money at the problem always works. Based on my experience spending time with Great-grandfather, as long as you pay up, he’ll find you extremely agreeable.
Jiang Jinbao: +1. If I were Zhaocai, I’d have started making money ages ago. Scheming is useless—cash is king. Love him? Spend money on him. That’s an eternal truth.
Su Ran: It works. Definitely works. Any other tricks you can share? I need to press my advantage and kick out Su Ning, that wild great-grandson.
My Husband Can Screw a Cactus: There are, but you probably won’t use them…
Su Ran: ?
Meanwhile, Director You was making his move.
The dead of night was the perfect time for mischief. You Sui smoothly snuck into the eastern wing, hoping for some intimacy with his wife, only to be ruthlessly shut out.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. It was clear that Zhaocai, that lunatic great-grandson, couldn’t be allowed to stay. Leisurely strolling through the courtyard, he eventually spotted Lu Huanjin, still awake.
“Young Master Lu, care for a chat?”
Lu Huanjin regarded the unexpected visitor with a mix of surprise and wariness. “Director You, what do you want to talk about?”
You Sui narrowed his fox-like eyes and smiled. “A deal that’s a win-win for both of us.”
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