Reborn with Consumption System

Chapter 988 - 400: Solo Pole Fight (Part 2)

"Give us a piece, come on, just one piece...""Crash!"

Applause, cheers, and jeers intertwined, forming a tidal wave, forcing Han Lie to step into the spotlight.

Our Brother Lie, being naturally low-key, wasn’t keen on showing off like this.

But in this situation, there’s really no way out...

Who can understand, my dear friends?

The pretentious God... ahem, low-key Lie smiled lightly and shook his head, looking rather helpless.

He gave Fang Yuan a deep glance, then amidst Fang Yuan’s barely concealed anxiety, casually took the microphone and stepped forward.

As Han Lie passed by Fang Yuan, he left a warning in a voice neither too loud nor too soft.

"I don’t like being arranged by others, and you’re not qualified to... don’t let this happen again."

Damn!

Fang’s face turned so black with rage that it felt like an elephant had stomped on his chest, causing intense pain and suffocation.

This pretentious bastard!

I built the stage myself, giving you the chance to show off and pushing you into the limelight among all the guests, yet you not only don’t appreciate it, but also have to step on me as well?!

Fang was filled with both rage and bitterness, but as Han Lie casually passed by him, he suddenly felt a huge relief.

Phew... at least he didn’t refuse.

Well, the big boss has a bit of a temper, isn’t that normal?

For now, I need something from you, so go ahead and be arrogant and proud, we’ll see about this in the future!

Fang Yuan thought he had it all figured out, believing he could endure and thrive in the future, and that one day he’d triumph over Han Lie and settle the score.

However, Han Lie was nothing like he imagined, a man who couldn’t control his temper; he was a deliberate schemer.

There’s a concept in psychology called predation acuity theory, and a specific method that’s an extension of it, known as operant conditioning.

Without getting into specifics, let’s put it simply—

God Lie intentionally applied psychological pressure on Fang Yuan in front of everyone, creating an artificial sense of dread, making Fang Yuan feel anxious whenever he saw him.

This way, whenever they meet in the future, Han Lie will naturally have an aura of intimidation in front of him.

No matter what he does, it’ll be more easily tolerated, more easily accepted, more easily attaining dominance and superiority.

If similar situations occur a couple more times, no matter how much money Fang Yuan later earns or how successful he becomes, deep down he’ll always fear Han Lie, seeing him as a shadow.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, I’m just saying, how smart is this...

But this is what Han Lie deserves. Many people understand theories, but actually executing and applying them with such flair and subtlety without leaving a trace...

Either you’re a natural-born genius, or just a pretentious show-off.

To others, it might seem like Han Lie is just a habitual poser who can’t resist showing off.

Heaven and earth know, how modest and upright I, low-key Lie, am?

he, tui!

Fang’s face quickly came to terms with it, but Kidney-boy was about to explode with rage.

In this situation, he couldn’t directly lash out at Han Lie, so he hissed lowly at Fang’s face.

"Damn it! Are you sick? If you want to lick his boots, then do it yourself! You’re risking the reputation of all of us to build a platform for him? Don’t you dare ask if I even recognize this crap God Lie?!"

Kidney-boy’s scolding made sense.

The two shared a similarity, and a major difference—

They both had impressive family backgrounds, but their development paths differed.

Fang’s face craved the low-cost, high-profit CT project, so he needed to connect with people of lesser family backgrounds but crucial positions, at the very least ensuring he didn’t offend key figures who could sabotage him.

He could afford to be headstrong, but not too headstrong.

Meanwhile, Kidney-boy had no main business, just dabbled in stakes at nightclubs and tea houses, so he didn’t care about connections, living comfortably off his family’s wealth.

Adding with his narrow-minded nature, when he hated someone, it could truly go on forever.

Thus, he couldn’t accept Fang’s "betrayal."

Initially, Fang felt quite guilty, realizing he hadn’t considered his brothers’ feelings, but Kidney-boy’s scolding was so harsh it shamed him, leaving no room for explanation, only anger.

"I have my own way of doing things! If something goes wrong, it’s not your money being lost, you can afford to be noble, you’re amazing, but damn it, I still have to eat!"

Du Xiaoshuai was really anxious, hurriedly moving between them, separating the two angry best friends, constantly comforting them.

"It’s not that bad, not that bad, we’re all brothers..."

While Han Lie leisurely walked towards the small stage, the opponents who used to be on the same front had already torn themselves apart.

And this wasn’t just luck.

To be precise, it was Han Lie, Pan Ge, and Tang Xintian collaborating so well, relaying one wave after another, that they overwhelmed them...

Gu Zicheng, standing on the side, rolled his eyes in frustration, feeling utterly embarrassed.

No, this can’t just end like this!

At the very least, I need to get some kind of revenge from Han Lie, right?

The charming Miss Orange had set her sights on the Tang Monk’s meat, with no good intentions.

Meanwhile, Pan Ge and Tang Xintian glanced at each other briefly, finding it both familiar and awkward, so they quickly looked away.

Bah!

What kind of taste is it, fancying the same man as me...

The precious Han Lie continued forward, his steps steady, showing no sign of a young man’s inexperience or impatience.

He nodded gently to the onlookers to his left and right, striding boldly through the crowd, confidently walking towards the central stage amidst a flurry of enthusiastic, excited, scrutinizing, and admiring gazes, the smooth flowing hem of his suit billowing, boldly displaying his tall, handsome stature and commanding presence.