Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

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This time, Fang Jueyu not only got Zhou Bin into the Super God Academy but planned to bring Wang Cong in as well. The wonder of the Super God Academy amazed the two, and Fang Jueyu's task completion rate for the Level 2 permissions finally reached 5/100,000.

"Alas, the road is still long and challenging," Fang Jueyu sighed. Gathering 100,000 followers was not something that could be done overnight.

He even considered publicly recruiting on his Weibo account, but the Super God Academy presently only had a handful of people. They had a strong teacher team but very few students, and their influence was quite weak.

Fang Jueyu needed an opportunity, a moment when the Super God Academy would make a name for itself and be recognized by the public. With that, gathering 100,000 followers wouldn't be a difficult task.

Two peaceful days passed, and when Fang Jueyu was about to forget the last "protection fee" notification, someone still came to his door.

"Young master, someone is here!" Gu Yi's voice abruptly woke Fang Jueyu from his sleep.

"Who is it! It's so early, can't a person get some peace!" Fang Jueyu looked at the time; it was only half-past five. He had stayed up gaming with Wang Cong until two last night and fell asleep without practicing. He was still very tired.

Fang Jueyu had a major flaw – he had a severe case of morning grumpiness. Once in high school, he overslept during a nap in the classroom. The vice-principal, checking on lunchtime studies, noticed the sleeping Fang Jueyu and knocked on his desk twice.

Awoken, Fang Jueyu sprang up with a demeanor ready to fight, only to find himself facing the vice-principal, and promptly chickened out.

Anyone interrupting his pleasant dreams would undoubtedly make him angry.

"Young master, three people have arrived, two young men in their twenties and a middle-aged man in his forties, all wearing robes with swords on their backs," Gu Yi said. "They seem to be from that so-called Gucang Sword Sect." Find more to read at My Virtual Library Empire

"Crazy people! Are they really here to collect protection fees?" Fang Jueyu wiped his eyes. Guo Xinyu was still asleep, seemingly unaware that Fang Jueyu was awake.

"Young master, should I throw them out directly?"

"No need, I'll handle this myself!" Fang Jueyu's morning grumpiness was nothing to dismiss. With a belly full of frustration needing an outlet, he had to find a way to vent.

"Mr. Fang! Gu Dong of the Gucang Sword Sect is here to visit!" Just as Fang Jueyu was about to get up, a voice rich with Inner Strength echoed from outside the villa, enough to wake Guo Xinyu.

"Mm... what's going on?" Guo Xinyu stretched, revealing her slender, alluring waist beneath her pajamas.

Fang Jueyu kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Probably someone picking up junk. You keep sleeping; I'll go check it out!"

Guo Xinyu was baffled. How could someone collecting junk get into such a high-end villa area? Still, she wasn't worried about Fang Jueyu — he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve and was never in danger regardless of the situation.

"Damn it, waking up early just to deal with lunatics!" Fang Jueyu put on slippers and went out in shorts and a vest. Though it was January, his Biological Current rivaled the power of a fierce master, making him impervious to the cold.

"Squeak!" Fang Jueyu opened the villa door and saw three people dressed as if cosplaying stood at his door.

The two young men wore white robes, while the middle-aged man wore a black robe, each with a longsword on their back, looking quite ethereal.

However, their demeanor seemed arrogant, as if they looked down on others. Did these Ancient Martial Sects all think they were superior beings?

"Two at the Hidden Force Peak, one at the Hidden Force Initial stage. This Gucang Sword Sect is indeed stronger than the Bai Family," Fang Jueyu saw through their strength in an instant. In the entire Bai Family, only the seventy-year-old Bai Ruhai had reached the mid-stage transformative state, showing that Ancient Martial Sects had more depth than ordinary families.

"Clatter!" Fang Jueyu tossed a handful of coins onto the ground. "No need to perform, you can leave. I'm going back to sleep; this is all the spare change at home."

The middle-aged man's brow twitched slightly. Did this Fang Jueyu not know they were here to collect the management fee? Why did he seem to mistake them for street performers?

Unable to hold back, the two young men were infuriated. The Gucang Sword Sect was a notable sect in the Martial Arts Association. What CEO dared to disrespect them in the mundane world? When had they ever been humiliated like this?

"Master, he's clearly looking for trouble!" one young man couldn't help but exclaim.

"Don't be hasty!" The middle-aged man gestured for patience. Perhaps Fang Jueyu just woke up and didn't hear the Inner Strength transmission clearly.

"Mr. Fang," the middle-aged man cupped his hands, "I am Gu Dong, the sixth elder under the sect leader of Gucang Sword Sect. Today I'm here to collect Mr. Fang's annual management fee. I trust Mr. Fang has it ready and won't make things difficult for us?"

"Are you crazy?" Fang Jueyu shouted discontentedly. "Coming to someone's door early and causing a ruckus, I have morning grumpiness. I'm in a foul mood now, so get lost quickly, or I'll call security!"

"What?" Even the middle-aged man's expression changed. Despite speaking courteously, Fang Jueyu responded with vulgar language and mentioned his morning grumpiness. Did he actually think their Gucang Sword Sect was just some petty scam on the streets?

"Mr. Fang, you should have received our letter, right?"

"Of course, I got it!" Fang Jueyu had no intention of playing dumb with them. "Oh, I remember now. You guys are from the Gucang Sword Sect?"

The two young men cursed Fang Jueyu ten times in their hearts. They had announced their presence several times, yet Fang Jueyu seemed to completely ignore them.

"So has Mr. Fang prepared the management fee?" The middle-aged man asked again, suppressing his internal anger. Fang Jueyu was not an ordinary tycoon; as the world's wealthiest, he couldn't be pressed too hard.

"Prepare what hammer!" Fang Jueyu startled them.

"It's 2020, and you're still playing the protection fee game? Don't you know the country is cracking down on social gangs now?" Fang Jueyu's words rattled off like a machine gun.

"So, does this mean Mr. Fang won't be paying the management fee?" The middle-aged man's tone shifted to coldness, feeling a surge of anger in his chest. They had never encountered someone so unaware of their place.

"I worked hard all year to earn money. Why should I give you 30%? Did I eat your rice? Did I walk on your roads? Did I breathe your air? Who gave you the confidence and gall?"

"Ridiculous!"

Having said that, Fang Jueyu intended to close the door and go back in. This group from the Ancient Martial Sects must have gotten their brains crushed by a door to make such an irrational demand.

"It seems Mr. Fang doesn't know who we are," the middle-aged man said coldly. "Ren Qi, give him a warning!"

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