Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

"Hey, Yi, help me shut down those fake accounts and malicious commenters on Weibo!"

Although Fang Jueyu could have done these himself, Weibo wasn't his platform, and arbitrarily banning or muting accounts without proper reason could cause more trouble.

"Sure thing, leave it to me, master!"

...

"Hahaha, Fang Jueyu really is a god of wealth. His stuff sold like crazy again today!" In a cramped apartment in some city, a sleazy-looking middle-aged man was happily counting the cut his upper-hand had given him.

As a veteran of marketing accounts, they made malicious comments and spread rumors under trending topics. Although they received countless backlash and insults, they had developed an invulnerable skin. What they cared about was the traffic they could "fish" out.

"This topic can stay hot for quite a while. I need to take advantage of this to earn another round!" The sleazy middle-aged man found another trending post and started typing nonsense.

"Hmm, nice, this will definitely infuriate people!" He was immensely satisfied with his work, nodding in approval as he was about to hit publish, when suddenly, a message popped up.

"This account has violated Weibo Community Guidelines by personally attacking the charming, handsome, and wealthy Mr. Fang Jueyu. Your account is now inaccessible, and the system curses that your mother will always be short on groceries, your grandma will never get the center spot in her plaza dance, and your grandpa will always be criticized in his chess games."

"What is this?" He had had many small accounts blocked before, but this was the first time he received a message like this. And why was it all about Fang Jueyu's praises? Since when did Fang Jueyu have a connection with Weibo?

But when he saw the following message, he was dumbfounded.

Account suspension time remaining: 52,560,000 hours.

"A hundred years? Suspended for a hundred years? Can I even live that long? XXXXX (a slew of expletives cut)."

This kind of scenario wasn't just happening on his computer.

"Boom!"

"Damn! The account I've been running for three years? Just got suspended like this? Another 500 years? Are you crazy?"

"What the hell is going on? All 27 of my backup accounts got suspended?"

...

Under Yi's powerful abilities, all malicious content from these marketing accounts was erased, and all those accounts were blocked. Even the staff at Weibo were stunned by such efficiency.

Their account suspensions had to go through strict reviews, requiring sufficient evidence of reports, and took a certain process and time. But now, while in the middle of this long review process, who went ahead and made this suspensions?

Just as everyone was puzzled about what happened, Fang Jueyu finally posted a new message on Weibo.

"From today on, I have completed the acquisition of 51% of Weibo's shares and have become the chairman of Weibo, with CN appointed as chief technology director. If you wish to curse or spread rumors about me, go ahead and try, if you can post them, consider it my loss!"

This domineering statement exploded like a bomb.

"Oh my god, Dean, you've even taken in CN?"

"Excuse me, now Weibo is the dean's backyard, who would dare speak nonsense anymore? CN's tech probably can dig up all your ancestors eighteen generations back!"

"Permission hog! Dean, you've changed, you're getting more and more cheeky!"

"Upstairs, your account is about to be gone, burning incense for you in advance."

"Daring to call the dean a permission hog, you're done for!"

"Open up, SF Express delivery!"

"The host was a respectable person during their life, in the next life, live and speak properly, don't provoke the dean again."

...

Over two days, the online uproar gradually settled down from the initial curses. Still, the criticism of Professor Liu Guang remained harsh.

The next evening, Liu Guang had been dismissed from his school positions and titles, although he kept his tenure, his benefits were far less than before.

Liu Guang had a son at the age of marriage, originally intending to save some money over the next two years to help his son buy a house, a car, and get married. But now, he could only make ends meet.

"Look at your stubbornness. Couldn't you just apologize as the school suggested and wait for the storm to pass? Now you've lost your title and position, are you happy?" He Junru began to complain as soon as Liu Guang returned home.

"What do you know as a woman?" Liu Guang retorted, displeased. "All my research results were painstakingly achieved by me, with no falsified data whatsoever, and all my analyses are backed by evidence. Why should I apologize?"

He Junru knew her husband's character well. Although a bit stubborn, he was earnest and principled. But in this matter, he really hadn't handled it smartly.

"I know I should think about our son more, but as an academic, I can't let the accusation of academic misconduct hang over my head!"

"Sigh!" He Junru sat on the sofa, her face filled with worry.

"Then what should we do?"

"My title was revoked, so we can't stay in the school's provided housing anymore. Let's find a place to rent. We'll save the family savings for our son's house and wedding; we can live frugally in the meantime. At worst, I can find teaching work at an education organization to make do."

A dignified associate professor forced to tutor students to make ends meet, could you even find more than a handful in all of Huaxia?

"Ding-Dong!"

"Who is it? Was anyone expected today?"

"Hmm, with your temper, how could there be a guest? If there were, you'd have scared them away!" He Junru said irritably but got up to open the door regardless.

She found a rather young man standing outside, someone who seemed somewhat familiar.

"You are..."

"Um, hello, is this Professor Liu Guang's home?"

"Oh, yes, come on in, young man." Seeing Fang Jueyu's young yet cautious appearance, He Junru instantly took a liking to him. "Old Liu, someone is here for you."

"Huh? For me?" Liu Guang came out, "You are... Professor Fang Jueyu?"

Liu Guang had read several of Fang Jueyu's physics articles, which had completely changed his view of the entire physics field. His theories drew on some of Fang Jueyu's results.

"Old Liu, is this the Jiangnan University honorary professor you've mentioned?" He Junru had heard of him many times; each time Liu Guang mentioned him, he was full of praise, saying the young man's academic prowess was a hundred times his own.

"Old Liu, the title of Professor Fang is too much for me; you can call me Xiao Fang!" Fang Jueyu laughed.

"Alright, come in quickly. I've got a few questions I want to discuss with you. Wife, please buy some groceries and get a couple of beers for our guest!"

"Alright!" Although their family situation had declined, seeing Liu Guang so happy, He Junru couldn't bear to dampen his spirits.

"Xiao Fang, I wanted to ask you, in your theory about black holes..."

"Professor, perhaps we could discuss that later; I'm here today to ask for your help."

"Help me?" Liu Guang was puzzled. Fang Jueyu's academic level far surpassed his; what could he possibly need from him?

"Yes, Professor Liu, I want to ask for your help. I want to calculate the exact time when a wormhole will appear!"

"You believe what I wrote in that paper?" Liu Guang was astonished.

"Hehehe, Professor Liu, others might not believe it, but I'm in this field of research too, so how could I not?" Fang Jueyu said.

"Good, good!" Liu Guang suddenly burst into tears, as if he had found a soulmate. He had endured too much grievance these past few days, with nobody believing him. Today, someone told him they recognized his work. Could anything be more touching?

"If I may be blunt, those people who criticized you know nothing, they're complete fools!"