Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

Chapter 56 Rules (Second Update)
Eight million is no small sum, and Gao Wu's bank account was restricted, so he couldn't transfer the money.

Song Yunhe's assistant accompanied Gao Wu to Beizhou Commercial Bank and opened a new bank card with high privileges for Gao Wu at the counter.

Then, eight million was transferred to Gao Wu's account.

Song Yunhe offered so readily, without even signing any contract, because he was confident that he had Gao Wu under his control.

He wasn't afraid of Gao Wu's tricks; in fact, he hoped Gao Wu would, so he could rightfully teach Gao Wu a lesson he wouldn't forget. He wanted the other party to know that trying to be clever would only lead to trouble!
After the assistant left, Gao Wu opened his mobile banking app and counted the numbers in his account several times, liking it more and more each time he looked at it.

He possessed such a huge sum of money at once, both in his past and present lives.

"Uncle Song, your real name is actually Song Gongming, right?" Gao Wu chuckled to himself. This money was delivered to his doorstep; it was a real lifesaver!
Even behind his back, Gao Wu would still praise him, saying, "Brother Song is so generous!"

Today is match day; the high school league has its final match of the year.

Gao Wu returned to his dormitory first. He intended to contact Song Mingyue, but unexpectedly, Shen Yue was already waiting for him there.

"Brother, I think there's something wrong with the video of you in the arena the other day." Shen Yue and Gao Wu were too familiar with each other, so there was no politeness and he went straight to the point.

"What's wrong?" Gao Wu asked, puzzled. He sent the video footage of the martial arts competition at Jinsheng Hotel to Shen Yue, asking him to edit out a suitable version and upload it.

It's just a martial arts video, why does Shen Yue look so troubled?

"Nothing else, it's just that you shouted that I am the best in the world, which is too arrogant. I'm afraid you'll get scolded if this gets spread..." Shen Yue was a little worried about this. Gao Wu was just a minor martial artist, and this was too much of a boast!
Uploading this to Kuaiyin (a Chinese short video platform) will likely attract a lot of hatred, and what's more troublesome is that someone might come knocking on Gao Wu's door to deal with him, which is no small matter.

Gao Wu, however, didn't care: "We're not afraid of controversy. The more controversial it is, the more popular it will be! True strong people don't care about these things, and we don't need to care about the weaklings who do."

He hummed, "A young man has his own youthful exuberance, his heart shines like the sun!"

He then turned to Shen Yue and said, "If you're not arrogant at eighteen, what kind of teenager are you! If you're still making such a fuss in a few years, then you really have something wrong with your head..."

"Okay." Shen Yue was mainly worried about Gao Wu getting beaten up. Since Gao Wu wasn't afraid, he didn't care.

Just as Gao Wu said, the more controversial the video, the more traffic it gets. The more heated the arguments between the two sides, the higher their stickiness to the platform.

Platforms love these kinds of videos, not only using them to drive traffic but also creating bot accounts to post extreme comments and attract keyboard warriors from both sides to engage in the battle.

Shen Yue brought his laptop and edited the video using software on his desk.

Gao Wu took the opportunity to send a text message to Song Mingyue, recounting his meeting with Song Yunhe at noon.

"Transfer via Fetion," Song Mingyue replied with only four words.

"So powerful!" Gao Wu obediently transferred the money on the spot, but his permissions were insufficient, and the transfer was limited...

He asked Song Mingyue for her bank account number and then transferred four million yuan through mobile banking.

"I'm going to find him. You don't need to worry about the rest." After saying this, Song Mingyue fell silent.

Gao Wu wasn't used to ending a chat so coldly, so he sent a cute "You're the best" emoji.

In the general manager's office of Longteng Company, Song Yunhe was looking at reports on his computer when the phone rang.

After the call connected, the secretary's somewhat nervous voice came through: "Mr. Song, Miss Mingyue is here, she wants to see you."

"Let her in." Song Yunhe was somewhat prepared for this, but he didn't expect his daughter to arrive so quickly.

All I can say is that Gao Wu is very efficient; he gets things done immediately after receiving the money.

The secretary accompanied Song Mingyue into the office, and then tactfully went out and gently closed the door behind her.

Song Yunhe looked at his daughter with a calm demeanor. She was still wearing sunglasses, and her pure white fur coat looked very elegant on her, along with her over-the-knee leather boots.

Her clothing style is simple yet sophisticated, perfectly matching her neat short hairstyle. She has excellent taste in clothes.

He nodded in agreement. As children of the Song family, they should have the demeanor of a prominent family. Dressed so casually, like Gao Wu, it was obvious he came from a poor background. "You're here because of Gao Wu?" Song Yunhe walked out from behind his desk with a smile. He sat down at the tea table for guests and happily made a cup of tea for his daughter.

“We haven’t seen each other for over a month. Sit down and let’s have a good chat.”

Song Mingyue shook her head slightly to indicate her refusal.

Song Yunhe said understandingly, "I understand how you feel. You don't like me interfering in your life."

He glanced at Song Mingyue, who was standing silently, and said with a sigh, "I know Gao Wu isn't a bad person, he's even a good one. But he's too impulsive and lacks substance. He'll only hold you back if he stays by your side."

"I am your father, and I am responsible for your future."

"Besides, I gave Gao Wu eight million in compensation. If he can use this money properly, it will be enough to change his fate. If he can really get into Anjing University, it's not too late for you two to become friends."

Looking at the silent Song Mingyue, Song Yunhe smiled and said, "I know you don't like hearing this, but I'm your father, and you have to listen to me. There's no room for discussion on this!"

He then said proudly, "The reason why our Song family has become such a prominent family in the Northern State and is so prosperous is that all members of the Song family must abide by the rules."

Song Mingyue did not argue, but instead nodded and softly agreed: "That's true."

"It's good that you understand this principle." Song Yunhe was very pleased. His daughter had grown up and become sensible. It was good that she had spoken up.

"Excuse me, I need to make a phone call." Song Mingyue politely indicated before dialing her number.

"Heh..." Song Yunhe chuckled. Why did Song Mingyue need to complain to someone? It wouldn't make a difference who she complained to.

But his smile vanished instantly; his daughter called out "Grandpa" first during the call.

Song Yunhe's expression was somewhat complicated. He had great respect for his father and would never dare to contact him unless there was a reason.

Since my daughter started living independently, she has rarely contacted the Song family. When did the father and son get in touch?
Before Song Yunhe could figure it out, Song Mingyue handed him the phone: "Grandpa wants you to answer the phone."

Song Yunhe tentatively called out, "Dad, it's me, Yunhe."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Chunqiu's deep, resonant voice came from the other end: "Ninth Brother, don't concern yourself with Mingyue's affairs..."

"Yes, yes, I know what to do." Song Yunhe hurriedly stood up and answered the phone respectfully.

The other end hung up after a couple of words. Song Yunhe handed the phone back to his daughter, hesitating to speak. But Song Chunqiu had made it very clear that no matter how curious he was, he dared not ask any more questions.

"Please explain this to Gao Wu." Song Mingyue looked at her father calmly. He was the one who did this, and it was up to him to settle the matter.

"Gao Wu? I am Song Yunhe. I was just joking at noon today. Don't take it seriously."

Gao Wu's deep, hoarse voice came through the phone: "How can that be? I've already taken the money, and I'll keep my word."

Song Yunhe said helplessly, "The money is your uncle's sponsorship for you. If you help Mingyue cultivate well, that's helping your uncle..."

"This……"

After explaining for a long time, Song Yunhe finally made things clear to Gao Wu. After hanging up the phone, he couldn't help but sigh deeply; this was too embarrassing.

"Goodbye." Song Mingyue nodded slightly, turned around and left, leaving Song Yunhe alone in the luxurious office.

Back at Yunhu Villa, Song Mingyue opened her tablet and logged into the official website of the middle school league. She clicked on the match of No. 9 Middle School, but did not see Gao Wu appear.

The Ninth Middle School team was also a weak team in this match. The tall and imposing Huang Long was very powerful on the stage and was obviously going to sweep his opponent.

Song Mingyue sent Gao Wu a message via Feixin: "The matter is resolved, everything as usual."

"Received." This was followed by a string of "Awesome!" and "Powerful!" emojis. Song Mingyue smiled slightly, but ultimately didn't have the heart to reply with emojis to Gao Wu...

(End of this chapter)