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Date: October 7
“How is the fundraising going?” On the other end of the satellite phone, Yang Xiaoyou asked Nobunaga Hideyoshi. The situation with Liang Wuxuan was indeed a bit troublesome.
However, since it wasn't appropriate for him to take the initiative, all he could do was wait calmly. Otherwise, becoming flustered would only lead to mistakes. The game between them, although intangible, was fraught with risks for both sides.
It seemed that Liang Wuxuan's subtle targeting of him was indeed real and not just his imagination. Liu Lianyue, caught between the two of them, appeared somewhat confused.
“Everything is going smoothly. As you instructed, I have arranged financing through i, and combined with our own available funds, we have started gradually clearing the stocks circulating in the market. As long as there is a significant crash, we are prepared to take advantage of it without much difficulty. We are using a newly registered company in Hong Kong,” Nobunaga Hideyoshi reported on recent actions regarding Chenghai Shipping Group.
Hearing about the progress, Yang Xiaoyou felt quite satisfied. Placing Nobunaga Hideyoshi in this position was indeed a wise choice; he was far more efficient than others with combat capabilities.
“By the way, what about those mercenary groups you were supposed to investigate?” After addressing matters concerning Chenghai Shipping Group that were directly related to his interests, he shifted to discuss the information he had received from Zhou Xiong.
The organization had arranged for peripheral mercenary groups to infiltrate the Chinese Empire to support the Common Unity Party's rise, likely intending to create chaos and then leverage the party's public opinion advantage for their own gain.
After all, the organization's influence in the Chinese Empire was too weak, making it difficult to approach from other aspects. Thus, creating chaos through direct force was the simplest and most effective method.
Although Zhou Xiong did not know which mercenary group had been dispatched, Yang Xiaoyou remembered several mercenary groups that had pursued him before. While not all of them were known to him, he could identify a few likely candidates.
“The information came too urgently and with too little time. At this moment, I can only tell you that four of the mercenary groups from the list you provided are completely untraceable. However, we have found some traces of activity from others through analysis. Additionally, one mercenary group's team has been spotted in Vietnam,” Nobunaga Hideyoshi reported methodically on the intelligence he had gathered and processed.
“Understood. Thank you for your hard work. Keep an eye on Watanabe from Yamaguchi-gumi as well; there is a high profit margin there. If anything changes before we acquire Cheng Haiyun, let’s pass on those profits to i. However, we need to formally express our concessions to Fia to secure some benefits. If any changes occur after acquiring Cheng Haiyun, we will utilize our shipping capabilities to handle it ourselves. As for any conflicts with i, let the local powers deal with it,” Yang Xiaoyou outlined some plans before hanging up.
There was a clear operational target in Asia. Entering the Chinese Empire from Vietnam's warlord-controlled chaotic regions wasn't very difficult, but it remained unclear whether any of the missing four teams would arrive in the Chinese Empire.
“Ugh, there are too few clues or they’re too far away; even causing a little disruption seems impossible,” Yang Xiaoyou lamented after considering for a while. However, there were already plenty of matters at hand. He needed to deal with Cheng Haiyun and also press on Yongxing Society; only with the Common Unity Party would he need to take things slowly due to its size.
After thinking this through, Yang Xiaoyou headed towards Monsoon Shrine. It was Saturday. By this time next week, they would be hosting the Campus Festival, so he planned to check out Menglu's practice and inquire about their school's plans as well.
As Yang Xiaoyou pushed open the door of the Shrine Dojo, she immediately saw Qi Menglu, dressed in training clothes, swinging a wooden sword toward her.
Her stance was somewhat impressive.
However, after lightly sidestepping to avoid the attack, Qi Menglu lost her balance and fell to the ground.
At that moment, Feng Lin was quietly kneeling nearby, watching the scene unfold. Her lazy Black Cat was perched on her head, yawning.
The sight of the girl and her cat was quite adorable.
After helping Qi Menglu up, the girl began to pinch Yang Xiaoyou's cheeks. It seemed she wanted to blame her clumsiness on him.
"Blaming your lack of skill on someone else? Old Master Feng is the royal chief instructor; his techniques are unmatched," Yang Xiaoyou said as he dragged Qi Menglu over to sit beside Feng Lin, unceremoniously grabbing a rice ball and taking a bite.
"Hmph! I just started learning! Grandpa Ji thinks I'm doing well. By the way, what are you doing here? I warn you, don’t get any ideas about Feng Lin!" Qi Menglu said angrily, waving her hands in a mock threat.
"Whatever. By the way, do you have any interesting events at your Campus Festival? What have you two participated in?" Yang Xiaoyou asked after finishing another rice ball and licking his fingers.
"Ugh, don’t mention it. During the Campus Festival, I have to accompany Grandpa Ji for ancestral worship, so I can’t come. As for me... um, I didn’t participate in anything," Qi Menglu replied with a hint of regret at first, but then she seemed a bit embarrassed as if trying to hide something.
Yang Xiaoyou knew her well; having grown up playing in the mud together, he could tell she had participated in something but was too shy to admit it. What an insincere girl.
Meanwhile, Feng Lin watched the playful banter between them with a serene expression. She seemed content with her current life, almost like a figure in a painting—exuding beauty and tranquility.
However, it was clear that she felt a bit regretful about not being able to attend the Campus Festival. While she might not care much about the festival itself, the opportunity to meet with Yang Xiaoyou and Qi Menglu at school was quite rare.
"Hehe, I do feel a bit sorry for Lin'er. But I'm getting old; some matters at the shrine need her attention," Feng Ji said as he casually entered the training room wearing a white dojo outfit, a hint of regret on his face.
As he aged and lost his son, only Feng Lin remained as his granddaughter, which stirred up some memories within him.
"Ah, not bad. Every time I see you, I notice significant progress. Hmm, it seems you'll soon grasp your unique realm. If this talent had been cultivated from the start, it might even rival Lin'er," Feng Ji remarked after casting a satisfied glance at Yang Xiaoyou.
Each time he encountered this young man, he brought enough surprise to impress him. Lin'er's judgment was indeed quite remarkable.
"You're too kind, old man," Yang Xiaoyou replied with a humble expression. His respect for Feng Ji was genuine; he was a venerable elder.
Meanwhile, Qi Menglu watched Yang Xiaoyou with a hint of jealousy, her expression slightly pouting. She couldn't understand why Grandpa Ji held this fellow in such high regard. As for the notion of progress, she felt somewhat confused—was it about fighting skills?
"But remember, whether ancient or modern, it's challenging for someone who has mastered Force to solely rely on it to match the pinnacle of other fields. The reason we humans can dominate the world lies here," Feng Ji added, tapping his head.
Yang Xiaoyou fully agreed with Feng Ji's words. Even someone as formidable as Zhou Xiong didn't hold a particularly high status within the organization. Although the treatment was good, it was difficult to access the core.
However, this didn't matter much to him; he wasn't aiming to be someone at the top. All he wanted was to protect those important to him. In such times, having personal strength to resolve immediate issues became quite crucial.
Moreover, when personal power transcends human limits and one can control the lives of anyone aware of their position, their status undergoes a qualitative change. Last month's manuscript fee was three hundred dollars—no taxes deducted! Oh dear, tears streaming down! Although for someone like me, ten dollars could suffice for food and keep me alive, it felt rather pitiful. Regret!
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