Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Carrying Zhao Xiaoxiao home, Jiang Siming had already told Zhao Xuan during the day that he was taking Xiaoxiao out to play, so Zhao Xuan wasn’t worried.

Seeing Jiang Siming return Xiaoxiao to her small bedroom, Zhao Xuan blushed and clung to him.

"You haven’t visited me in so long. Are you starting to dislike me for getting old and losing my charm?" Zhao Xuan pouted with a flushed face.

"Not at all. Sister Xuan’s beauty is so youthful that people would believe you’re eighteen. The phrase ’old and faded’ won’t apply to you for at least sixty years."

After absorbing the detoxifying and beauty-enhancing pill, Zhao Xuan had become even more stunning. Her skin was even more delicate than a young girl’s—no one would believe she was thirty.

"Pfft, sixty years? By then, I’d be ninety! You just love sweet-talking me."

Although she said that, her expression was radiant with happiness.

Looking at the beautiful woman in his arms, Jiang Siming couldn’t hold back anymore.

He scooped her up and carried her straight to the bedroom.

The next day, Jiang Siming woke up from his sleep to find that both Zhao Xuan and Zhao Xiaoxiao were already gone. Xiaoxiao had gone to school, and Zhao Xuan had gone to work.

Zhao Xuan had even left breakfast for him at home.

Currently, Jiang Siming had four homes in Shanghai: Zhao Xuan’s place, his own villa, Dai Xiaomei’s villa, and Fuding Hotel.

Having multiple homes was truly a luxury—he could switch locations at any time and even switch wives. With a life like this, even immortals wouldn’t trade places with him.

After breakfast, Jiang Siming originally planned to go home and start a livestream. He hadn’t played games for three days, and his hands were itching to play.

But a call from Li Yingzi summoned him back to the company.

"The real estate developer of the skyscraper you were looking for has been found, but they’re asking for a high price—3.5 billion."

Jiang Siming looked at the contract sent over and felt a headache coming on.

He had forgotten that this was Shanghai—specifically Lujiazui. Even though the building was only a mid-sized skyscraper, the price was bound to be high.

He hadn’t expected it to be as steep as 3.5 billion, but after comparing the skyscraper’s project details in the contract, he realized the price wasn’t unreasonably inflated—it was a fair market value.

That’s why Li Yingzi brought it to him for his opinion.

"Maybe we should forget about it, or try negotiating to just buy the elevator? That would only cost tens of millions."

Li Yingzi knew that Jiang Siming had just spent ten billion on acquiring D&G, so he likely didn’t have enough cash left for the skyscraper.

Jiang Siming shook his head. "It’s not my building. Spending tens of millions to buy them a new elevator—wouldn’t that make me an idiot?"

"Then what do we do?"

"Sign the contract. I’ll pay five billion upfront and settle the rest within a year. If they agree, we’ll proceed." Jiang Siming quickly made his decision.

The skyscraper had to be bought. What kind of true tycoon can’t even afford a building? That would be embarrassing.

Fuding Hotel was much smaller than this skyscraper. Back when he acquired the land and built it, it only cost a few billion. But now, if he were to sell it, it wouldn’t go for anything less than twenty billion.

So this skyscraper was a must-buy for him.

"But there’s still thirty billion left to pay. What if this time the stock market..."

Li Yingzi hesitated, afraid that mentioning it might demoralize Jiang Siming. If the stock market crashed this time, wouldn’t that mean total bankruptcy?

Jiang Siming rolled his eyes at her and said, "Don’t worry, your boss isn’t that strapped for cash yet."

Actually, even Jiang Siming himself didn’t quite believe this. Though he had many businesses, including Fuding Hotel, all his assets combined were only about 3 billion.

Of course, if he could acquire Wanda Amusement Park, it would be a different story. Once he got his hands on it, he could sell it for at least 30 billion.

But the key issue was that he hadn’t acquired it yet. If he really suffered losses this time, he’d have to start selling off his businesses.

Thinking about it was a little thrilling.

Could the fragments lie to him? Find more chapters on

Obviously not.

So it was impossible for him to suffer losses.

"Hurry up and sign the contract. As soon as it’s signed, get a renovation company to install our elevator. Make it as spacious and stylish as possible—this will be our company’s exclusive elevator in the future."

"Oh, and we need to rename the building. Take down the plaque on the roof and change it to ’Yinghuan Tower.’ Make sure the sign is bigger and brighter than before."

Hearing Jiang Siming say this, Li Yingzi finally felt at ease. The thought of this building becoming Yinghuan’s property excited her.

Now, at Yinghuan, Li Yingzi felt a sense of belonging like never before. She swore she would stay at Yinghuan for the rest of her life.

And it wasn’t just her—everyone in the company, even the janitors, wanted to stay.

Top-tier salary, top-tier benefits, top-tier work environment.

The boss was generous and kind, never delaying wages.

Every now and then, there were extra holidays and bonuses.

Working at a company like this was pure enjoyment.

"Where is Huo Yuan working?" Jiang Siming asked Li Yingzi.

Huo Yuan was Dai Xiaomei’s best friend, and today was her first day at work.

"She’s temporarily in the accounting department. Why? Is she your new lover?" Li Yingzi teased.

"What nonsense? She’s my friend."

After saying that, Jiang Siming went to the accounting department, exchanged a few words with Huo Yuan, and then left.

At the very least, he had to say hello. After all, she was his girlfriend’s best friend. If he maintained a good relationship with her, she could help smooth things over if they ever argued in the future.

Jiang Siming thought he was a genius.

When he returned home, both of the female homeowners had gone out.

Jiang Siming didn’t feel like resting at home either. He rushed into his study and started a livestream.

For an internet addict like him, going three days without gaming was pure torture. He had to play today!

Even though he hadn’t streamed for three days, there were still over 800,000 people online in his livestream room.

For most big streamers, even when they were offline, some fans would hang out in the chat.

Top-tier streamers usually had around 20,000–30,000 people idling in their rooms. Superstars like Xuxu Baobao and PDD had around 60,000–70,000.

But Jiang Siming, after not streaming for three days, still had 824,788 viewers waiting.

During those three days, the platform had even updated his title to: "Out recording a show, taking a short break."

Yet even with a black screen for three days, nearly a million people were still online. This was insane.

"So bored, waited three days and still no stream."

"Without Ming Shen streaming, I can’t level up my fan badge. So sad~"

"What is Ming Shen doing? Why does filming a show take so long?"

"Without Ming God, other streams are just not interesting."

"I heard from a friend in Chongqing that Ming God might be recording ’Extreme Challenge.’"

"Seriously? That’s crazy. Why would a top-tier variety show like ’Extreme Challenge’ invite a game streamer?"

"I won’t eat, I won’t drink—I just want to watch Ming God’s stream!"

…

The viewers’ longing flooded in like a tidal wave, with a million netizens searching for Ming God online.

Jiang Siming felt guilty after seeing this. If he had known, he would have streamed last night after spending time with Zhao Xuan.

But actually, that wouldn’t have worked either. Last night, he and Zhao Xuan had been up until past three in the morning. Even if he wanted to stream, he wouldn’t have managed it…

It was all because of that orange fragment!

It was the fault of the *Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Technique*!

If it hadn’t made him *too* powerful in certain aspects, he could have finished earlier and streamed.

Yeah, it was all its fault!