The others, including Yu Manlou, looked up in anticipation, finally seeing the Chairman emerge from inside.
Zhao Yunhai was immediately surrounded by concerned individuals as soon as he stepped out.
"Is the Chairman alright?"
"Is the Chairman unharmed?"
"Chairman, your subordinate has already arranged a banquet, awaiting your command to begin."
"Zhao Yunhai, you actually came out."
Huang Qianjia, responsible for the order and security here, was utterly astonished to see Zhao Yunhai emerge.
She knew that this operation was precisely aimed at eliminating Zhao Yunhai.
While eliminating Zhao Yunhai without evidence went against some of her principles, she had to follow the instructions from her superiors.
Furthermore, Zhao Yunhai never left any evidence behind, making the idea of bringing him to justice somewhat wishful thinking.
However, now that Zhao Yunhai was out, it meant the operation had completely failed.
"Are you very surprised that I came out?"
"You'll soon find out what surprise truly is."
Zhao Yunhai gave her a mysterious smile.
This smile sent chills down Huang Qianjia's spine. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Zhao Yunhai being escorted away by those around him.
"Did that woman just offend Young Master Yun?"
Wang Fan secretly bent down as he walked, asking the young monk Wuchen.
Wuchen chanted "Amitabha" and nodded straightforwardly, then shook his head. "I can see that, but I don't know the specifics of their grievances."
"No matter the grievance, it will eventually be resolved."
"The Buddha said, 'If I do not go to hell, who will?'"
"The Buddha said, 'Since I do not go to hell, let others enter hell in my place.'"
"Hm?" Wang Fan looked at him, puzzled.
There was something not quite right about those words. Was that how they were meant to be understood?
"This is what the boss said. The boss's understanding of Buddhist principles is profound. If the boss says it means this, then it means this."
Wuchen the young monk said it as a matter of course. Might makes right.
"If you're capable, you're right. I won't argue."
Wang Fan forced a bitter smile and rubbed his nose. Had he brought this upon himself?
He felt like the weakest person among them.
It was absurd.
Utterly absurd.
However, following Young Master Yun was indeed comfortable, with plenty to eat, drink, and a place to stay. He didn't have to worry about anything, just follow Young Master Yun every day.
During the celebratory feast that evening, Wang Fan ate three bowls of rice, consuming most of the good dishes on the table by himself.
No one present lacked food. The real focus of everyone's attention was on the Chairman.
Only Wang Fan and the young monk Wuchen were diligently eating.
"With the additional funds, the construction schedule is ahead of schedule. We will be able to complete it in just over half a month."
Yu Manlou sat beside the Chairman, reporting on the work progress. The construction of the headquarters had always been a top priority.
"Mm, does that include the interior decoration?" Zhao Yunhai took a sip of white wine and said calmly.
Having resolved the matters in Qianzhou, even though some minor figures remained, the people arranged by his family would handle them.
He no longer had to worry about these issues.
The Heavenly Palace was crucial for his career, his ambitions, and his future.
"The decoration will take about half a month. We will use the best decorative materials."
Yu Manlou replied quickly.
Just as Zhao Yunhai was celebrating, Huang Qianjia's father met with a minor accident in Yanjing and died in a car crash.
Upon hearing the news, Huang Qianjia's eyes turned red. It was like a bolt from the blue.
This tragic news was unbearable for her. Was this the "accident" Zhao Yunhai had spoken of?
Just as she was about to get up and confront Zhao Yunhai, another piece of news arrived: Huang Qianjia was fired.
From this moment on, Huang Qianjia would no longer be a person of justice. This was the immediate order issued by the newly arrived high-ranking officials.
New brooms sweep clean, and no one dared to offend the new high-level officials in Qianzhou.
Moreover, they were struggling to protect themselves. A sudden dizzy spell washed over Huang Qianjia's mind.
Under the double blow, unable to bear the news, she fainted on the sofa.
At this moment, a man wearing a skull mask pried open the door and entered. He looked at the unconscious Huang Qianjia with some surprise.
However, it was fine; his original intention was not for anything good.
After the man in the skull mask left, gas filled Huang Qianjia's room, and with a boom, flames of explosion erupted in the house.
This was the price of offending Zhao Yunhai.
You could have stayed far away, but you insisted on getting involved. Facing women like this, Zhao Yunhai never knew mercy.
Perhaps a protagonist would be soft-hearted, but Zhao Yunhai would not.
The demise of a minor figure would not attract much attention; at most, it would be reported as an incident of gas poisoning leading to an explosion.
The next morning, Zhao Yunhai woke up to the local news on television, which reported on a gas poisoning incident, reminding everyone to be careful with their gas.
By the afternoon, Zhao Yunhai still hadn't seen Wang Fan and couldn't help but ask, "Where did he go?"
He did not restrict the other's freedom, as Qianzhou was now essentially his territory.
"Wáng Shìzhū is doing a livestream."
The young monk Wuchen was sitting on the sofa eating watermelon. Hearing the question, he put down his watermelon and pointed to the adjacent room.
"Livestreaming?" Zhao Yunhai exclaimed in surprise.
"It's this one."
Wuchen turned off his Bluetooth earbuds and handed his phone to Zhao Yunhai.
The streamer in the livestream was Wang Fan. This fellow had even set up a "ten thousand yuan fortune-telling, if wrong, I'll eat shit" challenge.
Such a title could always attract viewers with a taste for the morbid.
Wang Fan had consecutively linked up with several people, leading to several major events.
Lovers ending up as siblings.
My father is a stranger.
The driver stole my wife.
The goddess is pregnant, and I'm raising the child.
These events, already having high ongoing popularity, were now being revealed through fortune-telling.
Wang Fan instantly became popular, transforming from a new streamer under heavy doubt to one with millions of views that very day.
"Wáng Shìzhū also said he could support himself and didn't need your salary; he didn't want to be an employee."
"He said this is the pride and dignity of a master fortune-teller."
Wuchen faithfully conveyed everything Wang Fan had said that day.
"Ambitious." Zhao Yunhai chuckled, unconcerned. "Doesn't he know my father is the chairman of the Moyu Group?"
"The Moyu platform belongs to our family. Streaming on my family's platform is still working for me."
Zhao Yunhai laughed heartily.
Poor Wang Fan didn't know that the platform he chose belonged to Zhao Yunhai himself.
Employees work, employees have pride, employees are superior.
"Alright everyone, that's all for today."
Wang Fan waved at the camera and then ended the livestream.
One of the viewers watching his stream was Ji Changlong.
Ji Changlong was currently abroad but had been following domestic developments through livestreams and videos.