Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

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Jenas's issue had finally come to an end, and Fang Jueyu had also returned the oil prices of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia to their original levels. As for the Kingdom of Celote, being a large nation, it might cause them some trouble if pushed too far.

Jenas was sent to a military court, waiting for the congressional trial, while Fang Jueyu's Dawn International Mental Hospital welcomed a new patient, Jenas's brother Jett. It seemed Gu Yi was a bit heavy-handed; the formidable spiritual power left some irreversible damage to his brain.

Fang Jueyu didn't linger long in the palace, as he was supposed to meet Wang Cong around noon. This guy had nearly blown up his phone with calls.

On the way, Fang Jueyu quickly called Guo Xinyu to reassure her. He didn't want Guo Xinyu to worry, so he just said there was some problem with the communication equipment on the plane, which was why the video suddenly cut off.

After chatting for more than an hour, Fang Jueyu finally arrived in Hanuo City at around eight in the evening. Zhuang Ying had already arranged for Fang Jueyu's private plane from a nearby country, which was expected to be on standby at Hanuo City's airport by tomorrow.

The flight crew accompanying him were quite shaken by the incident, so since Fang Jueyu would be staying for about half a month, he decided to give them a long holiday to relax.

"You damn scoundrel, what's going on? Weren't you supposed to arrive by two or three o'clock? You didn't answer when I called, and I've been waiting for hours at the airport!" Wang Cong said angrily, almost thinking Fang Jueyu was going to bail on him.

"You can't blame me!" Fang Jueyu felt wronged as well. "When I flew to the border of the Kingdom of Celote, the plane got shot down by a fighter jet. If it wasn't for my good fortune, I wouldn't be here talking to you, I'd have lost my life!"

"A fighter jet? Are you kidding me? Why would they shoot at you for no reason?" Wang Cong clearly didn't believe it. A plane shot down by a fighter jet, and he survived?

"It was that idiot prince named Jenas!" Fang Jueyu mentioned the incident to Wang Cong, though he hadn't paid much attention to it at the time. "That guy dispatched the royal army, trying to take me out!"

"How did you come back then?"

"Isn't it simple? I took down all their planes and tanks and returned! You might not believe it, but the King of the Kingdom of Celote personally came to get me, and I even had dinner in his palace!"
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"Yeah, right!" Wang Cong gave Fang Jueyu a disdainful look but didn't bother to pursue it further, guessing that Fang Jueyu really did encounter some trouble. "Come on, let me introduce you to the members of our ZZ team!"

Wang Cong and they had rented a large e-sports themed hotel, though not very big, it was particularly cozy. All the team members were gathered at that moment, studying their next competitor.

"Come on, let me introduce someone important to you all!" Wang Cong clapped his hands as he led Fang Jueyu into the room, and all the team members and coaches shifted their gaze from the computers.

"Whoa! Dean Fang is here! Guys, stop whatever you're doing!" The player sitting closest to the edge shouted loudly.

"Holy wow, Headmaster, how did you bring Dean Fang along? Are you two planning something for the finals?"

"Dean, is it true that if we win the championship, each of us gets five million and a Didi flight coupon?"

"Dean! I'm a huge fan, honestly, I swear!"

The ZZ team's oldest player was just 23, and the youngest had barely come of age. They were all young and got along well with Wang Cong, so they were not at all reserved around Fang Jueyu, making him feel particularly at ease.

"Hey, everyone!" Fang Jueyu greeted them. "I'm actually your fan too, been watching your matches since a couple of seasons ago. This year our Huaxia only has the ZZ team left, so I had to come and cheer you guys on!"

Fang Jueyu was quite the League of Legends enthusiast; for many college students, this game wasn't just a game but also a part of their youth and emotional ties.

"Dean, you can't be as stingy as our boss!" said ZZ team captain Song Yi. "Principal Wang promised to improve our meals at night, yet tonight's dinner was nothing but instant noodles, and we're all starving. You can't come to cheer us on empty-handed, can you?"

"Dare you say that again?" Wang Cong suddenly darkened at the side, not because he was stingy, but because the local food wasn't to everyone's taste, and instant noodles were the most liked.

Under Wang Cong's threat, everyone immediately zipped their mouths shut.

"Wang Cong, that's not the way! How can they win matches if they can't eat well?" Fang Jueyu said. "Let's go, tonight I'll treat you to dinner, eat whatever you want!"

"Old Fang, you shouldn't spoil them! Spoiling them will only make them complacent!" Wang Cong replied.

"But how can that be? They took down the strongest number one seed from our rival region yesterday; such a feat calls for a celebration, no matter what, right?" Fang Jueyu glanced at the time. "It's almost nine now; analyzing opponents won't take that much longer, right?"

"Yes, Headmaster, see, Dean Fang said so, you can't exploit our labor! We don't want a 996 work schedule!"

"Yeah, Principal, we strongly protest!"

In a typical company, employees talking to their boss like this would've been fired long ago, so it was evident they usually got along quite pleasantly.

"Fine, fine! Seeing how well you did in the last match, I'll take you out for a good meal tonight!" Wang Cong, unable to resist their united resistance, eventually nodded.

"Yay!" The team members cheered at once.

They quickly packed their things and dashed out of the room in a rush, only to suddenly run into a group of familiar faces.

The STT team from Korea was there. In the eight years of League of Legends' world championship, they had incredibly dominated, winning the championship for six of those because they had entered the world final in the third year.

Huaxia's teams had faced them multiple times in the world championship, but never scored a stunning victory.

The STT team seemed to have finished their training as well, planning to find somewhere to eat, and the two teams met coincidentally.

"Long time no see, Coach Kim!" ZZ team's coach Wang An greeted the other.

Jin Zhengzhe showed a smug smile, "Coach Wang, you might be going home empty-handed again this year!"

Jin Zhengzhe and Wang An were long-time rivals, but Wang An had never gained an upper hand against him.

"Isn't that Lee?" Fang Jueyu nudged Wang Cong beside him.

Lee, whose real name was Li Guanghe, was the mid-laner for STT, known as the world's top mid laner. In Huaxia, he always bore such a title.

"What's up?" Wang Cong asked.

Fang Jueyu quietly grabbed the broom leaning against the wall, "This is a perfect chance to solo-kill Lee!"

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