Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

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The open audition phase of "The Bamboo's Final Song" was proceeding methodically. Guo Xinyu, relying on her solid singing skills, successfully advanced through several rounds of auditions. All the audition stages were broadcast live, and her capabilities gained the approval of online viewers.

During this process, quite a few unique characters appeared. Some had exaggerated appearances, while others sang bizarrely, resulting in many clips from the auditions becoming hits in the niche creators section of Blibili.

In the following days, Fang Jueyu took Guo Xinyu to their place of residence again. Guo Junyu had already been discharged from the hospital; as he experienced the kidnapping incident while unconscious, he didn't seem to have been left with any psychological trauma and quickly became energetic again.

During the last two days of Guo Junyu's hospitalization, Guo Xinyu didn't come to the hospital. The shrewd Yao Yefang naturally knew that whatever was supposed to happen that night had happened. The two elders seemed to have wholeheartedly accepted him as their son-in-law, to the point where even Guo Xinyu and Guo Junyu lost their original status.

After Guo Junyu's discharge, Guo Xinyu rushed to the competition venue in Modu for the final sprint phase. The final grand finals were coming soon. Fang Jueyu hadn't seen Guo Xinyu for a few days and missed him considerably. Conveniently, since he had no other commitments during this time, Fang Jueyu decided to stay in Modu for a while.

"Sigh, the car's great, but it's just too prone to getting scratched and dinged up. Going back and forth for repairs is such a waste of time!" A few days ago, Fang Jueyu's Sun God had already been repaired. He stared at the car, deep in thought, "Xiao Yi, is there a way to make my car invincible?"

"Of course there is!" Xiao Yi said, "Host, the technology on your little broken ball is too outdated. The materials you manufacture are far inferior in strength and toughness compared to ours. Our manufactured spacecraft can even traverse freely through the asteroid belt! If something gets in the way, we just crash it down!"

"That's wicked!" Fang Jueyu rolled his eyes. Xiao Yi always enjoyed boasting about its civilization. "Can you make me a car like that? I don't expect it to smash asteroids, just durable for use on Earth!"

"That's no difficult task. There's an alloy you Earthlings can produce. It's not particularly strong, but at least regular missiles can't break it."

"Alright, but is that reliable?"

"Don't worry, give me a small factory capable of smelting metals, and I can make one for you in no time. Even if you want to equip weapons, I can help you. The materials on Earth are more than sufficient."

"Great! I'll leave it to you." Fang Jueyu contentedly drove out of his garage, heading towards Modu.

The open audition phase of "The Bamboo's Final Song" had completely ended. Thirty contestants from across the country emerged, and the competition was entirely live without any editing, achieving unprecedented transparency in the industry.

Under such circumstances, the abilities of the 30 selected contestants were recognized. An online popularity ranking even emerged. Unfortunately, Guo Xinyu's name wasn't very high on the list; she barely made it to the top five.

Guo Xinyu had emphasized to Fang Jueyu that she didn't want to leverage his power or connections to win the championship. Thus, she simply stayed in Modu these days, hoping to further enhance her skills during the knockout rounds.

Under Fang Jueyu's instructions, Wang Cong arranged a special practice room for her at the company, equipped with everything needed.

Behind a pane of transparent glass, Fang Jueyu watched Guo Xinyu practicing, feeling both distressed and moved.

"She's spent nearly all her time practicing in there besides eating. I wonder if her voice can handle it," Wang Cong said, expressing concern. He feared Fang Jueyu would hold him accountable. He had tried persuading her several times, but Guo Xinyu was very stubborn.

"Don't worry, she's a professional. She knows her limits," Fang Jueyu said. If worst came to worst, he could find someone to use the Biological Current to treat her vocal cords. Fang Jueyu was determined to support her career regardless of the cost.

"By the way, how's the ranking now?" Fang Jueyu asked.

"Oh, the contestant with the highest popularity right now is a guy named Zhao Fan. He's the hottest live streamer on Rabbit Live, and he has a formal background. He's released quite a few singles and is decent among streamers, but among professional singers, he's quite ordinary," Wang Cong said, having already researched the participants.

"As for the popularity gap from second to fifth place, it's quite small. The competition is exceedingly fierce within the second tier," he added.

"It seems the situation isn't very optimistic!" Fang Jueyu furrowed his brow. "Is that Zhao Fan guy any good?"

"Not really," Wang Cong replied. "Just in terms of vocal skills, over half of the top ten surpass him. However, this guy has been blessed with a decent face. He has a lot of female fans, and many are willing to spend money on him, which makes his popularity particularly high."

"Is that considered handsome?" Fang Jueyu picked up the list of contestants. "With that blond bowl cut, he's totally a pretty boy, isn't he? In terms of looks, I beat him by ten streets, easily!"

"You're so vain!" Wang Cong showed a disdainful expression, but he glanced up and down at Fang Jueyu. To be fair, his appearance was indeed quite good, exuding a rugged handsome charm rather than a delicate effeminate beauty.

"Do you think this guy might know some wealthy woman?" Fang Jueyu glanced at the popularity and gifting rankings. There was actually a female fan who had sent him gifts worth tens of millions.

"Probably. The rich women of today, their pleasures are unimaginable. Steel wool, lighters, each more adventurous than the last. He does seem to have potential as a boy toy!" They both laughed.

"Hmm? What's that noise?" Fang Jueyu suddenly heard a very strange sound.

Fang Jueyu and Wang Cong exchanged a look and both turned their gaze towards a room on the right in front.

"What's that place?" Fang Jueyu asked. How come this sound seemed somewhat...

"That's Zhao Fan's practice room. He's spent quite a bit of money renting it, but I hardly ever hear him practicing in there. It's often just dark," Wang Cong replied.

"Whoa, could we have guessed it right?" Fang Jueyu twitched his eye. "Want to take a look?"

"You go if you want; I don't want to see anything disgusting!" Wang Cong displayed a look of disdain. "Don't you know, thirty is like a wolf, forty like a tiger, fifty can absorb soil from the ground, and sixty can suck out mice over a wall? I don't want my eyes scarred!"

"Forget it, I don't want to see it either. Today's youth, they don't respect themselves!" Fang Jueyu placed his hands behind his back and silently left with Wang Cong.

In the room, a tall and slender, indeed handsome young man was with a woman whose face was full of flesh and caked with thick foundation.

"Sister Zhou, this competition relies on you! This is my best chance!" Zhao Fan, full of flattery, said. This competition attracted a lot of eyeballs; if he could become the final champion, he would surely gain a lot of resources!

"Don't worry, just follow me, and I'll find a way to make you the winner!" Zhou Ying, now over forty, was a bona fide wealthy woman, and she loved having affairs with such pretty boys.

"With your popularity, getting into the finals shouldn't be a problem. I'll help boost your reputation online. Once we ruin your opponents' reputation, winning the championship becomes simple!"

"I've looked into those in the top ten, and one person is likely my biggest competition!" Zhao Fan said. "That contestant named Guo Xinyu has excellent vocal skills, which seem professionally trained. I've heard she's quite influential, and her boyfriend appears to be that wealthy Fang Jueyu."

"Oh? Is he richer than me?" Zhou Ying asked. Her wealth was well-known throughout the province.
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"Perhaps. It's said even Principal Wang admitted he's not as wealthy," Zhao Fan said. With Fang Jueyu's backing, winning the championship would be tough.

"Hmph, Wang Cong is just a kid. His worth is just over a billion. Even if Fang Jueyu is richer, he may not have much more money. Don't worry!" Zhou Ying was an intelligent woman; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to control such a considerable fortune.

"It's simple stuff. I know a well-known paparazzo in the industry, so don't worry about this. Just focus on preparing for the competition!" Zhou Ying picked up her limited-edition bag and sashayed away.

"Ugh!" Zhao Fan rubbed his almost-breaking waist, his face full of helplessness and disgust.

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