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Date: October 7
“Mr. Niklas, is there really any need to consider this matter further? It’s simply a win-win situation.” In a luxurious villa with a hint of antiquity, Yang Xiaoyou, wearing his specialized helmet, spoke in a calm tone as he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, whose face was pale and body somewhat plump.
“Do you think such a thing can threaten me, Niklas Baron? Who would believe your absurd words? I swear on my honor as a Baron that it’s impossible! Now please leave my room, or I will call the guards!” The slightly overweight middle-aged man gripped his teacup tightly, his hand trembling slightly—whether from anger or another reason was unclear. The rich brown coffee inside spilled over due to his shaking, dripping onto the expensive carpet.
“Haha, if you wanted to call the guards, you should have done so already. If you weren’t worried, you wouldn’t be here wasting time with me. Additionally, I must inform you that I was the one who rescued George Osborne from that mercenary. I wonder if he might be interested in hearing some of my findings.” Yang Xiaoyou remained unperturbed by the other’s tone, leaning back on the sofa and speaking slowly.
The mention of George Osborne became the last straw for the man, who prided himself on being a Baron. He immediately became agitated.
“Damn it! You’ve won; just keep your promise.” After smashing his teacup in frustration, the plump Baron turned toward the door, his trembling shoulders revealing his anger and fear.
“Rest assured, your share of the income will be deposited into that anonymous account on time. Aside from my methods possibly being lacking, you might even thank me later for bringing you this financial opportunity.” With a smile, Yang Xiaoyou stood up and disappeared behind the curtains.
Similar scenes occurred twice more within the next three days, resulting in three mid-level British logistics officers receiving mysterious funds in their accounts.
Burdened by debt and relying solely on military deterrence to maintain their status, the internal economy of the British Empire was nearing collapse. Corruption among officials had already spread widely, with a significant portion of advanced arms in the free arms market originating from Britain.
The logistics officers who received funds were not particularly noteworthy.
“Asser, I really can’t handle this without your help this time.”
Hearing Nobunaga Hideyoshi’s complaints on the other end of the line, Yang Xiaoyou made a deadpan expression and dug at his ear. “Let’s take it step by step. I’m just laying a foundation; Algeria is crucial. We can slowly erode those military supply officers. As for that secondary agent of Thunder God Corporation, their internal chaos means they probably won’t have time to deal with any news we send them. If we didn’t manage to seize anything this time, it’s fine; sooner or later, he’ll have to pay back both principal and interest.”
After giving some reminders, Yang Xiaoyou endured Nobunaga's complaints before hanging up. After dealing with Gustav, they still hadn’t managed to outmaneuver that secondary agent of Thunder God Corporation. Regardless of what situation Thunder God Corporation was currently facing, that agent’s reputation and status far exceeded their own.
According to Nobunaga Hideyoshi, after winning, that agent had looked down on them with an air of superiority as if their failure to withdraw from competition upon discovering his identity was an insult to him.
Faced with such a problematic master, Yang Xiaoyou was somewhat irritated, but the benefits that Hive Security Company and Wasp had gained were too substantial to risk complicating matters further.
"Sigh, maybe I should find someone to help Hideyoshi. Unfortunately, Noah's brain is just not functioning well, and Mo Wenfu is a bit of a headache outside of combat. Hank is also a worry," Yang Xiaoyou thought after hanging up the phone, feeling a headache coming on.
As the moon set and the stars faded, the only ones who could assist Nobunaga Hideyoshi were those with slightly better instincts; Mo Wenfu could barely manage to help. As the business expanded, more corners of Aspects needed to be dug out, and the requirements for mental fortitude in Aspects had to be raised as well.
Shaking his head to push down some worries, Yang Xiaoyou began changing his clothes. For now, he decided to set other matters aside.
The Mid-Autumn Festival was one of the most traditional holidays in the Chinese Empire. Due to the current economic influence of the Chinese Empire, this festival was gradually becoming popular abroad.
Proud London locals held simple family gatherings that evening or indulged in mooncakes imported from the Chinese Empire.
For the Chinese living in England, this holiday was even more significant. Chinatown was adorned with lanterns, attracting many citizens to come and appreciate the festive atmosphere.
Sitting at a reserved table in a restaurant, Yang Xiaoyou eagerly awaited his parents' arrival. Having been apart from them for so long, he had no particular thoughts before, but since memories had resurfaced in his mind, he increasingly cherished emotions he had previously overlooked.
Living in happiness for so long can lead one to take everything for granted and ignore the essence of happiness itself. It is only when one experiences loss that they come to realize what they had.
After resonating with his memory persona once, he understood these feelings even more deeply. Sitting here now, the negative effects caused by personality synchronization had quieted down significantly. At this moment, both his current mood and the completely broken persona from his memories yearned to spend this first Mid-Autumn Festival after regaining his memories with family.
As time passed second by second, guests around him changed repeatedly. After declining the server's offer to bring out dishes time and again, Yang Xiaoyou's mood gradually sank lower.
With time passing and his mindset shifting, Yang Xiaoyou eventually dozed off at the table.
"Sir, sir, I'm sorry; our business hours have ended." He was awakened by a server shaking him. Groggily hearing this voice made Yang Xiaoyou's spirits plummet.
"Can you wait a bit longer?" he softly asked but received a negative response. With a sigh, he left the restaurant. Looking at the bright full moon that shone through the surrounding lights, Heart felt a flicker of hesitation.
"Yuu." Just as he was about to turn and leave, a familiar voice called out from beside him.
Seeing his parents, slightly out of breath and still in their work clothes, Yang Xiaoyou felt his previously gloomy mood lift instantly. However, he still grumbled, "Why did it take you so long to get here? I was kicked out of the restaurant."
"Ah, I'm really sorry. The flight was delayed, and there were no taxis after we got off the subway, so we had to run over," Yang Kai said, a hint of apology on his face as he looked at his precious son.
Meanwhile, Qin Meng rushed over with a mischievous grin and playfully pinched Yang Xiaoyou's cheeks, teasing him. "Come on, what’s the big deal about waiting a bit? We flew all the way from Australia just for you!"
"Let go of me! I'm all sweaty and stinky. I haven't eaten yet; I'm starving!" After breaking free from his mother's playful assault, Yang Xiaoyou turned his head slightly to hide his slightly moist eyes. It felt so good to see them in front of him; he hoped that the scenes from his memories would never happen again.
After bickering and enjoying some food at a night market, the three of them spent half the night having fun outside. Later, their figures appeared at various tourist spots in London. Although their complaints and banter never ceased, there was an underlying warmth in their interactions.
As for the fact that school had already started, they decided to take a leave of absence. They didn’t care whether this would affect future requests for leave; why bother worrying about so much? Underneath Big Ben, when Yang Xiaoyou posed for a group photo, he couldn’t help but make a funny face at the camera.
It seemed like the essence of life was still lacking; he wondered how much longer they could hold on.
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