After the Restricted-Genre Side Character Plays the Villainous Boss - Chapter 9

Long Yin was beyond perplexed.

He was the one being scolded, yet Yue Mingcang’s Humiliation Points were increasing?

How could such a thing happen?

Although every protagonist had different preferences for earning Humiliation Points, Yue Mingcang’s preference was a bit too bizarre.

Uncle Long’s accusations continued to pour out, filling the entire office with the sound of his voice alone.

However, unlike everyone else, Long Yin heard a second voice in his ear.

Xiao Bai: [Great Host is so amazing, woof! Great Host is invincible under heaven, woof!]

Xiao Bai: [Great Host is the best I have ever led, woof! Great Host will definitely achieve the goal, woof!]

Xiao Bai: [I am rooting for Great Host like crazy!]

Amidst the continuous stream of praise, a complacent smile could not help but appear on Long Yin’s face.

Uncle Long poked the ground hard with his sandalwood cane and scolded sharply, “You still have the face to smile? You have disgraced the entire Long family! It has been so long since the Third Brother passed away, and we have not seen you call a shareholders’ meeting. I thought you had other plans, but it turns out you have spent all your energy playing with men!”

Long Yin frowned, about to say something.

Xiao Bai: [Humiliation Points +1, Total Humiliation Points: 12]

Long Yin immediately lost the desire to talk back and remained silent.

If Yue Mingcang could endure humiliation to borrow money, Long Yin could force a smile for the sake of Humiliation Points.

Even if he was not destined to be a protagonist, he believed he was not inferior to one in this regard.

Seeing Long Yin remain silent, Uncle Long scolded even more vigorously, “At such a young age, you do not learn anything good! You follow the example of your ridiculous father without even thinking about how he died! With you like this, how can we of the older generation feel safe handing the Long Group over to you!”

Long Yin blinked and waited expectantly for a long time. Unfortunately, he did not receive any more notifications about his Humiliation Points increasing.

Based on past experience, every method of increasing Humiliation Points followed the law of diminishing marginal utility. It seemed that “Uncle’s Humiliation” had reached its limit.

From the last effort to this one, he had only gained six points in total. This time, as soon as his uncle appeared, he gained six points in less than five minutes. It was truly an unexpected joy.

Long Yin was very satisfied with this.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Yue Mingcang finished tidying himself up and quietly retreated to the wall.

The part of his body that he thought would take a long time to calm down had instantly subsided after being startled by Uncle Long, fully demonstrating the miraculous mechanisms of the human body.

Even so, his appearance was far from decent.

He wore a shirt stained red by wine, suit pants full of wrinkles, messy hair, and an expression that looked problematic no matter how one viewed it.

Yue Mingcang could completely understand why Uncle Long said Long Yin was indulging in lust in broad daylight. Anyone who saw him in this state would come to the same conclusion.

But they had truly done nothing.

He had tried so hard for so long, and in the end, he had only been whipped five times by Long Yin.

Uncle Long grew more excited as he scolded. His gaze swept over Yue Mingcang and found a new angle of attack:

“Even if you like playing with men, you should pick one with better quality! You can actually stomach this kind of trash? How embarrassing, truly embarrassing!”

Yue Mingcang lowered his head in shame, his face burning hot.

“Uncle, I respect you as my elder and a man of advanced years, so I let you say a few words. But that does not mean you can keep talking nonsense.”

Long Yin’s voice rang out, breaking Uncle Long’s monologue.

Some people are born with a natural aura. Once they speak, everyone’s eyes fall on them. Long Yin was that kind of person.

The young ruler tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes glancing at Yue Mingcang as he spoke with conviction:

“You said I am indulging in lust in broad daylight? I admit it.”

Yue Mingcang: “…”

He actually admitted it!

He admitted to something they never even did!

Long Yin continued, “But there is no need for you to lie with your eyes wide open. What do you mean by ‘this kind of trash’? Looking at the entire S City, can you find a man handsomer than him?”

Uncle Long: “?”

Yue Mingcang: “…”

Once praise exceeds a certain limit, it becomes mockery.

Yue Mingcang had no major flaws in his appearance; he had regular features and a well-proportioned build. He was often called handsome by people on the street. But no matter what, he could not be called the “handsomest in S City.”

Long Yin asked Uncle Long if he could find a man handsomer than him. Coincidentally, there was one right there on the scene.

Long Yin himself.

Yes, Long Yin himself!

If there was one person present who could be chosen as the handsomest man in S City, it was definitely Long Yin!

Seeing Uncle Long’s look of disbelief, Long Yin shook his head, his tone full of helplessness: “Your aesthetic taste is too poor to understand. Let us ask someone else to find out.”

Long Yin’s gaze fell on the special assistant standing behind Uncle Long.

The special assistant’s eyes moved back and forth between Long Yin and Yue Mingcang for a long time. Finally, unable to bear the sight, he moved his gaze aside and said loudly, “The boss is right. Mr. Yue is indeed very handsome.”

Uncle Long had not come alone; he had brought a secretary as well. Seeing this, he immediately looked at the secretary.

The secretary said objectively, “This gentleman is indeed a man of talent, but to say he is the handsomest in S City is a bit of an exaggeration.”

Long Yin said calmly, “You are asking your own person. He fears your power, so of course he lies with his eyes wide open.”

Uncle Long: “…”

Special Assistant: “…”

Yue Mingcang: “…”

Long Yin’s gaze shifted again, trying to find a lucky person to ask. Unfortunately, there was no one else in the room to ask.

Uncle Long had brought many bodyguards, but they were his people and would naturally take his side. Asking them was pointless.

Looking around, the only person left was Yue Mingcang.

Yue Mingcang lowered his head as low as possible, praying fervently in his heart that Long Yin would not speak.

Long Yin did not speak. He did not need to speak anymore.

He already had a firm answer. No matter what outsiders said, it was impossible to change his view.

The characters in this small world did not know who the protagonist was, nor could they see the Aura of Destiny on the protagonist. But he could.

To him, the Aura of Destiny was a precious thing he could never obtain in his life. Yue Mingcang was constantly enveloped by it, and he had grown and matured according to the handsomest standards. To call him the handsomest in S City was an understatement; he was undoubtedly the handsomest person in the entire world.

Uncle Long could not see the Aura of Destiny, so he did not understand what made Yue Mingcang handsome. This precisely matched Long Yin’s conclusion: his aesthetic taste was too poor.

Long Yin said indifferently, “A summer insect cannot speak of ice. I will not argue with you. You can believe whatever you want to believe.”

“Absurd! Absurd!”

Uncle Long usually met subordinates who were respectful to him, or at least industry elites who were reasonable. This was the first time in his life he had met someone as outrageous as Long Yin. For a moment, he was so angry he could not speak clearly.

Long Yin had always been very caring toward the elderly. To prevent Uncle Long from getting sick with anger, he made a decisive command:

“Tancy, see the guest out. Also, notify logistics to increase security posts. From now on, no one is allowed up here without my permission!”

The special assistant gritted his teeth and opened the door, letting in a group of black-suited bodyguards who had been waiting outside.

“There is no need for you to see me out! I can leave on my own!”

Uncle Long turned and left with great dignity. When he reached the door, he suddenly gave a cold laugh and said with his back turned:

“Boy, do not expect things to go well for you at the routine shareholders’ meeting in half a month.”

“You worry too much,” Long Yin said indifferently. “The shareholders’ meeting has nothing to do with you. You will not be appearing there.”

“You!” Uncle Long was almost out the door, but he stepped back and glared angrily. “Just you wait! I want to see how much longer you can remain so arrogant!”

“You will not see me again.”

There was a nearly prophetic certainty in Long Yin’s tone.

It was very soft and light, like a sea breeze carrying a hint of blood.

Yue Mingcang could not help but break out in a cold sweat.

His intuitive alarm bells rang wildly. He felt as if he were standing on a cliff with crashing waves. He was 100% sure that Long Yin was not bluffing but stating a fact.

After Long Yin took over the power of the Long Group, all the industry insiders in S City were watching his debut. Everyone wanted to know if Long Yin was a lamb or a predator.

And now, the young ruler had shown his fangs for the first time. Except for Yue Mingcang, no one present could smell the obvious murderous intent in the air.

Uncle Long left in a rage.

The special assistant looked at Long Yin and then at Yue Mingcang with a face full of difficulty. He silently closed the office door again.

Long Yin glared at Yue Mingcang. “You still have business?”

This was not a question but a rhetorical one.

It was not confirming if Yue Mingcang had anything else to do, but expressing a meaning similar to: “You actually dare to have more business? Are you tired of living?”

“No, no. Thank you for today.”

Yue Mingcang shrank his neck and moved out along the wall.

It was not until he successfully left the Long Group building and sat in his return car that he felt a hint of abnormality.

Whenever Long Yin was in front of him, he always seemed to be angry.

He would widen his golden eyes, purse his thin lips, and huff unhappily for a long time, finally saying a few “harsh words” that were not very hurtful.

He originally thought this was just Long Yin’s habit when he was angry, but after seeing him with Uncle Long today, he realized he was wrong.

The Long Yin in front of Uncle Long was truly angry. In front of him, Long Yin’s appearance was not so much anger as it was petulance.

Why was that?

Why was the difference between how Long Yin treated him and how he treated others so great?

Could it be because Long Yin liked him a little?

Yue Mingcang remembered Long Yin’s confident words: “Looking at the entire S City, can you find a man handsomer than him?”

The words that had made him feel ashamed to the point of wanting to disappear in front of everyone earlier now made his face flush red.

Yue Mingcang opened the car window to let the cold wind blow in, helping to lower the temperature of his face.

The towering Long Group building continued to recede, merging with the sky in the heavy fog, like an unreachable silent fortress.

Three days later, Uncle Long was taken away by regulatory authorities for investigation on suspicion of international money laundering and commercial fraud. The stock price of the Long Group plummeted, and investors scrambled to sell.

Over the next half month, Long Yin discreetly repurchased shares. At a cost lower than market expectations, he achieved absolute control, something Lord Dragon had never realized in his lifetime. Subsequently, the Long Group actively submitted financial records from the past three years to the regulatory agencies and cooperated in handling the “compliance flaws” of certain shareholders.

When the market opened the next day, the Long Group’s stock price rebounded strongly. Public opinion shifted accordingly, praising the Long Group for being open and honest, having no fear of its own shadow.

A storm that almost overturned the Long Group eventually became an opportunity to consolidate trust.

The fortress in the fog had never wavered, and the young ruler was by no means a lamb for the slaughter.

A more elusive chess player had already stepped onto the stage. Whoever can keep up with his pace will be the master of the new era.

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