Rebirth: I have Monopoly System

Wu Yun first took out his phone and searched on QQ Music for "Friendships," an upbeat song released just this July. Since Douyin hadn’t been invented yet, the track hadn’t reached the point where everyone knew it by heart.

The familiar intro started playing. Wu Yun slowly moonwalked into the center of the field, performing some basic street dance moves to the beat.

As the music reached its climax, Wu Yun dropped into a Thomas flare and began to spin, drawing a wave of screams from the crowd.

Without stopping, Wu Yun transitioned from the flare, rising up to the rhythm and starting a 1990, supporting his entire body weight on one hand as he spun. As inertia and exhaustion began to take over, he fluidly dropped onto his back and went into a windmill.

Using the momentum from the windmill, Wu Yun sprang to his feet just as the music transitioned into a relatively calmer section.

Wu Yun jogged a lap around the circle to the music. As he passed his own class’s formation, he raised his hands, gesturing for their support. Screams erupted immediately, attracting the attention of many others nearby.

After catching his breath, Wu Yun did a light backflip back into the center. He planted himself to the side to build power, then launched into an air flare along with the beat. After a dozen or so rotations, Wu Yun stopped, controlled his body into a handstand, and then leaned back into a freeze.

When the music ended, Wu Yun stood still, breathing heavily, and bowed to the surrounding crowd in thanks.

Applause and screams echoed across the drill ground. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Wu Yun returned to the formation and sat down in his spot. Feeling the frequent glances from in front of him, he wiped the sweat from his face and said, "Breakdancing is a real workout. I think I still prefer combat sports."

Liu Yongheng, acting like Wu Yun’s lackey, said, "Boss, after a performance like that, you’ve totally secured first pick of the girls. Look at the way they’re staring at you, like they want to eat you alive."

"Jealous? Why don’t you go perform something?" Wu Yun said.

"No way! If I go up there, I’ll probably lose any chance I ever had!" Liu Yongheng shook his head vigorously.

With Wu Yun having broken the ice, the atmosphere in the field instantly heated up. People came forward to dance, sing, and even perform crosstalk.

And just like that, the day of military training was over.

As they were being dismissed, Wu Yun was stopped by a few bold girls asking for his WeChat. Even after telling them he had a girlfriend, they still insisted on getting his contact info.

With some time to spare before dorm inspection, Wu Yun went to Li Yan’s office, a path he knew well. Both counselors for the Department of Business Administration were there.

Wu Yun knocked and entered, found Li Yan, and said, "Sister Yan, I have to take a leave of absence from military training!"

Li Yan asked, puzzled, "What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

Wu Yun shook his head. "No, Sister Yan, it’s not that. The thing is, I’ve started a few companies, and there’s business that requires me to go to Modu and Capital City to expand operations. I need to be there."

Li Yan listened to Wu Yun’s dead-serious explanation. She had expected him to give any number of excuses, but she had never imagined he would come up with one like this.

Seeing the disbelief on Li Yan’s face, Wu Yun opened the photos on his phone and showed her several business licenses, including those for Nirvana Technology and Little Red Car Co., Ltd. Besides the registered capital of tens of millions of yuan, the name listed as the legal representative was, in every case, Wu Yun.

Li Yan was stunned. After looking back and forth at the photos several times, she finally said, "I can’t believe Little Red Car is actually your company! In principle, I approve your leave request. How about this: you write a formal request, I’ll sign it, and tomorrow I’ll take it to the department for their signature. But there’s one condition—you need to go to your Little Red Car Company and film a video as proof. That’ll make it easier to justify."

After composing herself, Li Yan added, "If you get all this sorted out, it won’t just make this leave request easier, but the school will also be more supportive of future requests and even with your academic credits. After all, we’re the Department of Business Administration. We support student entrepreneurship in principle. There’s even special funding each year... though from the looks of it, you don’t need it. You probably wouldn’t be interested in it anyway."

Wu Yun quickly filled out the leave request form and said, "Sister Yan, could you please let the drill instructors know? I’ll go film the proof tomorrow morning."

After Wu Yun left the office, the other female counselor sitting across from Li Yan asked curiously, "Li Yan’Er! Was what he just said true? That super popular Little Red Car company was started by a student in your class?"

Li Yan still hadn’t calmed down. In all her years, from when she was a student herself to the previous class she had supervised, she had never encountered a case like Wu Yun.

"It’s true. I saw his name written clearly on the business licenses. Liu Yue, guess how much his registered capital is."

"Five million?" Liu Yue guessed a number she thought was huge.

"Wrong! It’s forty million! The Wu family must be loaded! But it makes sense. How could you produce so many shared bikes without that kind of money!"

.........

The next morning, after breakfast, Wu Yun didn’t go to the morning assembly. He shooed away his three jealous roommates, including Liu Yongheng, and then drove his car off campus.

Arriving at the company entrance, Wu Yun turned on his phone’s camera.

The two receptionists perceptively stood up and said, "Good morning, President Wu."

Wu Yun nodded, wished them a good morning, and continued filming the company’s general environment with his phone. He then walked into his own office and did a close-up shot of the business licenses hanging on the wall.

At the end of the video, Wu Yun concluded with a selfie, showing his face.

Li Qiuliang heard from the front desk that Wu Yun was at the company, so he came to Wu Yun’s office, knocked, and entered. "President Wu, what brings you to the office today? Don’t you have military training?" he asked.

Wu Yun put his phone away and said, "I need to make a trip to Modu to meet Qi Fei, and I’ll be opening two more companies while I’m at it."

’This young master treats starting companies like going shopping,’ Li Qiuliang grumbled internally.

Li Qiuliang said, "President Wu, since you’re going to Modu, you can take the opportunity to check on the Modu branch."

"I’ll check it out if I have time. By the way, have the company send a car to pick me up at Shida Modern Garden at two o’clock this afternoon to take me to the airport."

Wu Yun then caught up on the company’s situation over the past few days and mentioned he would be back for the monthly regular meeting on the twenty-fifth.

After Li Qiuliang left, Wu Yun leaned back in his chair and sent the video he had just recorded to Li Yan via QQ.

After taking care of these matters, Wu Yun got in his car and sped all the way to Shida Modern Garden.

He punched the code into the lock of the apartment he had bought for Wen Meng, let himself in quietly, and closed the door. Seeing no one in the living room, he knew Wen Meng hadn’t woken up yet.

Wu Yun chuckled slyly. He placed his bag on the cabinet, slipped on some slippers, and went into the guest bathroom for a quick shower. Wrapping a towel around himself, he then charged into the master bedroom.

Before long, the sound of Wen Meng "singing" could be heard from the master bedroom.