What? All One Hundred of Those Tough Guys Are My Underlings?

The day he was laid off, Lin Feng spotted his girlfriend with her arm around a rich second-generation heir at a bar.

Su Ting dumped him in front of everyone, Young Master Wang flung banknotes in his face, and the waiter urged him to pay up and get out.

Lin Feng sat down, suppressing his anger, when a line of text appeared in his mind:

[The Myriad Heavens Big Shots System has been activated. The first group of trusted followers is on its way.]

Five minutes later, the bar's glass doors swung open.

A hundred young men in gold chains and bean-toe shoes charged in formation. The one in front, sporting a foil-waved hairstyle, snapped his heels together, bowed ninety degrees, and shouted so loudly the wineglasses rattled:

“Brother Feng! We're sorry we're late!!”

The whole bar fell silent.

Young Master Wang went pale. “Th-this is all an act, right?”

Lin Feng kept a straight face, but inside, he was freaking out:

[System, did you find these guys on Kuaishou ten years ago??]

From then on, Lin Feng's life got more and more absurd.

He casually said, “Spend more time in the community,” and Xie Wendong monopolized the nightlife economy across the entire province overnight;

He casually said, “Quality matters more than connections,” and Chen Nan turned around and swallowed up an upstream building materials giant;

He casually said, “Don't chase the latest trends,” and Chu Qiao built a top-tier media empire.

Everyone thought Lin Feng was a supreme big shot who had descended from seclusion, with far-reaching plans and unfathomable depths.

Only Lin Feng knew the truth:

I was really just saying whatever came to mind. You're the ones who are way too good at reading between the lines!