The Jianghu Big Shot of the Martial Arts World

Once a spirited young man, he was beaten down by reality and sheathed his claws, toning down his sharp edges. Just as he began to see a glimmer of hope, Heaven played a joke on Wang Ze: he transmigrated! "Fine! I'll accept it, but from now on, I'll do whatever I want!"

"Qiao Feng! I sent you beyond the Pass to buy some furs. Why haven't you reported back in half a month? Didn't you say you had a capable buddy? Where's the merchandise? Useless!"

"Bai Zhantang! The client wanted the Nine Dragon Cup, so you went to the workshop and made one yourself. Do you think I'm blind? You're worse than useless!"

"What are you laughing at? I'm not done with you yet, Lin Xian'er! Have you still not prepared next month's show at the Grand Stage in the Capital?"

"Come on, comrades, you have to work hard! If you don't work hard, how's your boss supposed to make money? And if I don't make money, how can I achieve martial freedom?"