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Chapter 459: Director Fu (Thank You, 'MacArthur' for the Alliance Patronage)
After careful consideration, Zhang Yu decided he would establish a small company.
He sighed, "It's not just for myself—it's also to take on greater Kunxu responsibilities.
It'll make it easier to look after my fellow townspeople, give more poor people a chance to earn a living, and eventually help everyone become prosperous together..."
Pfft—
Fujie, watching Zhang Yu pause mid-sentence, suppressed a laugh. "I think you're absolutely right. I really understand what you're saying. But you know... we can keep that kind of talk between just the two of us. When you're giving speeches to your employees later, that’s when you should really sell it."
Zhang Yu shook his head. How could someone like this pure-blooded Kunxu Evil God ever understand the depth of my ambition?
Next, Zhang Yu thought about how inexperienced he was in running a business, so he consulted Director Gao.
Director Gao: "Yes, you definitely can start a small company."
Director Gao: "Leave it to me—I’ll have Tu Lishan help you go through the procedure."
Soon, Tu Lishan reached out to Zhang Yu. With his assistance, Zhang Yu successfully established the company the very next day.
Tu Lishan then sent him a beginner’s guide to running a business, along with some practical tips.
For instance: how to keep wages low, how to hire interns, how to get students to work for free, and how to secure school projects.
When Tu Lishan asked if Zhang Yu needed help connecting with resources in finance or accounting, Zhang Yu replied, "I heard Ying Xin studied this stuff. I’ll have her take the lead for now."
Tu Lishan: "You’re really looking out for your classmates. Ying Xin was actually eager to leave behind that construction site work. Now she’s finally got a real chance."
Zhang Yu silently sighed. Honestly, it’s mostly because she’s cheap.
After all, Ying Xin was just a beginner—without Zhang Yu’s opportunity, she’d have had no shot at a related job.
And truthfully, Zhang Yu’s company was still tiny. He didn’t need top-tier expertise yet. Ying Xin would more than suffice.
Besides…
"Fujie," Zhang Yu said, "once the company is up and running, Ying Xin will be our Accounting Supervisor. And you—become our Financial Director. You’ll manage and oversee her work."
Fujie blinked. "Wait—me? I have to work too?"
"Come on," Zhang Yu said. "You’ve been eating free food and lounging around here for years. I’ve been grinding from first year all the way to Third Year—climbed from Songyang High School straight into the Top Ten. What have you done?"
"I only made it to Level 2 Evil God—thanks to my help."
Fujie hesitated. "I don’t really know how to do that kind of work..."
"New company," Zhang Yu said. "No office needed. Everything’s remote.
Just use my Spirit Armor to connect with Ying Xin. Communicate under my name. Manage her work. That’s all."
He continued, "You’ve built a whole empire of scams across Kunxu. You must be an expert in finance, accounting, law, and taxes, right?"
Fujie hesitated. "Well… what about salary?"
Zhang Yu smirked. "You don’t eat. You don’t drink. You’ve been living rent-free under my roof for ages. I’ve never charged you a cent. Now you’re asking me for a paycheck?"
"And look at the company’s state—just starting out, in the hardest phase. You’re really asking for a salary?"
"Besides… if we don’t make big money, I won’t reach Sect level. Then I’ll die, and you’ll die with me. So your best move right now is to help me get there."
"You’re a founding shareholder, after all. Shareholders don’t sit idle, do they, Director Fu?"
Fujie silently rolled his eyes. Fine, fine. I’ll do it.
When Fujie finally agreed, Zhang Yu reflected on how he’d recruited Ying Xin and roped in Fujie.
It’s strange… I’m starting to think like a boss.
It’s like… once you open a company, your mindset changes.
Maybe it’s because I’m taking on more responsibility… am I finally growing up?
Meanwhile, Fujie thought to himself:
Zhang Yu… taught me how to exploit employees yesterday. And today, he’s already turning the knife on me?
The verbal abuse, the psychological pressure—just comes out of nowhere. This kid really took everything I taught him to heart.
Good.
In Kunxu, if you can’t run a company, how can you grow stronger?
Build power. Use your strength to dominate the core parts. Hire others to do the grunt work—freeing up your time for key tasks.
Expand the company. Earn more money. Grow stronger. Hire more people. Boost efficiency. Solve problems in sales, finance, taxes, Martial Energy, human resources… squeeze every last profit out.
Heh. Get stronger, Zhang Yu.
The stronger you get, the better my long-term investment pays off.
From then on, besides studying and Cultivation, Zhang Yu began managing projects under the company’s name. His days passed like that—routine, busy, purposeful.
…
On the Simulation Battlefield.
Su Yanyang and Shi Huaixu worked in tandem, conjuring a storm of mud and sand that surged toward the nearby cadet officers.
Zhang Yu wasn’t on the field this time.
The others didn’t mind. They understood: opponents at the cadet level were no longer worth Zhang Yu’s time. He needed every second to train his Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, to boost his chances in the upcoming tournament.
Even though they’d had past conflicts, Su Yanyang now genuinely hoped Zhang Yu would push the technique to its limits—so they could keep winning together in the next rounds.
If we can hold on until Mo Ejin returns… first place isn’t impossible.
With that thought, Su Yanyang felt a spark of anticipation for Zhang Yu’s progress.
At the end of the match, as the wave of mud and rock finally settled and the dust cleared, the battle came to a close.
As they left the arena, Mo Ejin’s projection appeared.
"Good coordination. Training wasn’t wasted."
Shi Huaixu asked, "Who’s our next opponent?"
Mo Ejin nodded. "Jinguang University."
Xiao Yunji blinked. "They were eliminated?"
Mo Ejin confirmed. "They were knocked out by Tianjian University. Now they’re in the Loser Group. We face them next."
Xiao Yunji turned worried. "What about Zhang Yu? How’s he doing?"
Mo Ejin shook his head. "I don’t know."
The others fell silent. If Zhang Yu hadn’t advanced his Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power before the next match, they’d likely lose again—getting knocked out early from this year’s Civil Engineering Inter-School League.
Outside the arena, amid the noisy crowd, Su Yanyang frowned. "What’s all that racket?"
Xiao Yunji shrugged. "Seems like one of the local universities gave students a holiday this month. The students are protesting—suspecting the school leadership includes followers of the Double Rest Cult."
Su Yanyang snorted. "They’ve reached cadet level… and they’re still getting holidays? What kind of nonsense is this? If I were them, I’d protest too."
After a moment, watching the students marching down the street, Su Yanyang couldn’t help but think:
We don’t even have a single Foundation Establishment yet.
All these upper-school students studying, Cultivating—what’s the point?
They’re just crawling a few more steps on the Xian Dao Road. Whether they die early or late—what’s the difference?
Honestly… one day off isn’t such a bad thing for them.
…
On a construction site nestled deep within a canyon.
As Zhang Yu shifted his palm, he unleashed Suo Xing Yu from the Zhenxing Ten Aspects.
Across the valley, waves of Disha Gravity surged outward. Transparent force fields materialized in midair, locking into place the skeletal frameworks of bridges. Then, Soul Cultivators guided Spirit Artifacts to weld and reinforce the structures.
This was Zhang Yu’s first major project since launching his company. The project funding totaled nearly 60 Lingbi.
Every time he thought about the income he’d earn, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but feel exhilarated.
Civil Engineering really is a solid major.
These past few days, he’d been tirelessly working on-site—not just as labor, but as cultivation. Each time he activated Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, it triggered the Kunyuan Decree, accelerating its refinement. Now, the technique had reached Level 17.
Meanwhile, his mastery of the Zhenxing Ten Aspects grew sharper. These were merely techniques and experience in applying Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power—and with the high-level support of Civil Engineering Seven Supreme, understanding and learning them came swiftly.
Yet despite rapid progress in power, his Deposit remained stagnant.
Because now, Zhang Yu wasn’t working through Director Gao’s company. No one was directly paying him.
Under normal project procedures, his company had only received a small down payment. The rest would come after he covered his team’s wages—and only after milestones were completed.
Just gotta hold on for now, Zhang Yu thought. Good thing I’ve got nearly 70 Lingbi in savings. That’ll cover it for a while.
Once the first batch of project funds clears, my income will skyrocket.
Running a company and taking on projects? Way better than my old job.
Just then, a message popped up.
Ciji Zhenjun: You’ve mastered Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power. Why haven’t you contacted me once?
Zhang Yu: Master, you’re so busy. I didn’t want to bother you with something small.
Ciji Zhenjun: I’ve been busy, yes.
But I can still spare time to see you.
Come by the Alchemy Department tonight. I’ll examine your body and check the progress of your technique.
Zhang Yu: I’m tied up with the construction site right now.
Ciji Zhenjun: I wanted to talk about your transfer.
But if you’re busy, we’ll do it another time.
Zhang Yu: No problem. The site’s right near University City. It’s only a ten-minute flight. I can easily come over.
…
That night.
Ye Xingli stepped out of the Alchemy Department’s laboratory, pausing as she spotted a familiar figure ahead.
Zhang Yu? What’s he doing here?
Could it be…?
She mulled it over, then quietly followed.
She watched as Zhang Yu walked toward the familiar office building.
Of course, she thought. Only the professor’s office is in that direction. Zhang Yu really did come to see the professor.
Why isn’t he staying late at work? What does he need with the professor at this hour?
Is it… private tutoring?
The professor clearly favors him so much… After Third Year, is Zhang Yu really going to transfer to the Alchemy Department?
(End of Chapter)
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