284: Chapter 82 These People Are Really Impolite 284: Chapter 82 These People Are Really Impolite Morals decline as the days pass by.
Li Mumu stood half a street away, watching a group of bare-chested youths flailing their clothes to extinguish fires with resounding slaps, and couldn’t help but silently lament in her heart.
The vigor of youth is truly wonderful—they’re courageous, loyal, and most importantly, they have good figures.
She had no idea that Wang Yunxiao and his brothers were not like this two months ago; back then, they subsisted on turnips and potatoes, all of them skinny and pallid, barely a sight to behold.
But ever since they became garrison soldiers, everyone could eat their fill, nearly every meal including meat, and with the high-intensity training according to the manuals, they swelled up rapidly as if they were inflated.
Wang Yunxiao himself grew almost an inch taller, and the muscle contours on his body became more distinct.
This physique, crafted purely through nutritional supplementation and enhanced training, has a natural beauty.
Don’t think women aren’t lecherous—the mindset of women when they look at men’s bodies is the same as that of men when they look at women’s.
Such a decline in virtue, truly!
Li Mumu clutched the red string on her cuff tightly, daring not to let it slip out and frighten others.
In broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of the public, one must not act rashly.
If the young lady’s persona collapses, the pressure of campus life in the coming years is unknowable.
What if they treat me as a monster and bully me?
Besides, the situation seems relatively under control right now.
Li Mumu couldn’t see clearly from a distance, but she felt that the guy who invited the spirit into his body wasn’t that powerful, as Wang Yunxiao and his brothers dealt with him swiftly and decisively.
This man really has something for, just for his ability to organize and coordinate, once he encounters the right opportunity in the future, his achievements could be immeasurable.
How terrifying indeed.
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Mu Yuming was in a foul mood.
He was well aware that any matter involving money would inevitably come with all kinds of messy stuff, but he hadn’t expected to encounter such shenanigans.
The negotiation with the Four Seas Commerce Guild went smoothly, though, just as Principal Zhou had predicted.
Young Master Huang found his ideas and plans very interesting, especially upon hearing that it was for building a new campus for Principal Zhou’s school, and he immediately approved a substantial sum without a second word.
Moreover, he specifically instructed in the telegram not to worry about how much money is earned; the important thing is to do the job well.
Don’t be afraid to spend money and try to secure a seat on the school’s board of directors.
Qinghe Middle School doesn’t have a board of directors…
Though it’s a private middle school, its initial investors were motivated by charity and never intended to profit from running the school.
Moreover, it’s not a famous high school— who in their right mind would donate money to study here?
Turns out it’s me.
Alright, Mu Yuming had to admit that, compared to other schools which appear glamorous on the surface but whose true nature he was unclear about, he would naturally prefer to send his daughter to a school where Principal Zhou presides, given the choice.
But that’s not the most pressing concern right now.
He has been running around these days, setting up a company.
To undertake such a large project, relying solely on himself was impossible.
At the very least, a legally registered company and a mature professional team were needed to handle various aspects of the project.
What is most lacking in the country right now is talent.
But this was not an insurmountable problem, if there were no talents, he would cultivate them himself, if there were no team, he would form one himself, if there were no company, he would register one himself.
As long as the funds were in place, these issues were not problems at all for Mu Yuming.
The most troublesome issue he encountered was being extorted by someone who showed up at his door.
There is no wall in this world that does not leak.
Although Principal Zhou had always kept a low profile regarding the expansion of Qinghe Middle School’s new campus, to the extent that even the school’s staff and students did not understand the specifics fully.
But as long as it involved a large amount of capital flow, it would inevitably attract the covetous eyes of those with ulterior motives.
The officialdom of Heavenly Market was somewhat better.
As the stronghold of the President, almost all officials from top to bottom belonged to the President’s staunch faction, and they were very particular about efficiency.
Apart from the necessary procedures that had to be followed, there was hardly any deliberate stalling or extortionate demands.
Of course, you still needed to properly handle the necessary social niceties; if they didn’t tell you and you didn’t give, that was your problem.
Mu Yuming was not a naive university student newly entering society.
Dealing with these matters was second nature to him.
He thought he had taken care of everything that needed to be taken care of, but he had not considered the problem of local Jianghu World gangs and religious sects.
Actually, it wasn’t his fault, because according to the rules of the Jianghu World, this area was under the protection of Wang Yunxiao.
Principal Zhou didn’t think it was an issue, so he didn’t elaborate.
But the allure of wealth proved too strong.
One morning, an old Taoist with an immortal aura about him came knocking, claiming to be the Grand Mage of the Dragon Tiger Altar of the Mystic Great Luo Sect.
The man did not outrightly demand money, but instead politely told Mu Yuming that he couldn’t tamper with this piece of land.
Why?
It was because Disciple Li Fugui of the Great Luo Sect lived there, and his mother, who had died three years prior due to illness, was chosen by the Mother of No Birth in her afterlife, because of her religious devotion and good deeds while she lived, and was fortunate to become an Incense-Lighting Maid before the mother.
Recently, this Incense-Lighting Maid had appeared in a dream to the Sect Hierarch, conveying three things.
First, she still had a thread of kin left in the mortal realm and hoped the Sect Hierarch could take care of them.
Second, she wanted her former house to be converted into a temple to receive incense offerings.
Lastly, to establish an altar in her name at her home and conduct a water-and-land ceremony for forty-nine days, to release lost souls from purgatory and accumulate merit for herself.
Although the word “money” was not mentioned from start to finish, Mu Yuming could tell that his underlying message was but one: if you do not cough up enough money, you can forget about developing this land!
Money was not the issue.
Mu Yuming invited the Taoist in with all due courtesy, seated him, and prepared tea, affording him considerable respect, intending to probe his bottom line.
But the other party had no bottom line at all.
“Boss Mu is a reasonable man, so I will speak frankly!
I see that you are new here and completely unfamiliar with the local Jianghu World rules.
You are bound to stumble in this area in the future.
Why not join our Great Luo Sect and worship the Heavenly Venerable Great Luo?”
Seeing how polite Mu Yuming was, the old Taoist immediately began to overstep, not only asking for money but also wanting his allegiance, and what was more outrageous, he wanted to swallow the entire construction project.
After all, it was nothing more than demolishing and building houses; a little flipping in between could make a fortune, and who weren’t you going to give this work to?
My Great Luo Sect has millions of disciples, and what we certainly don’t lack is manpower.
Seeing that Mu Yuming seemed displeased, the old Taoist smiled faintly, walked over to the window, and pointed outside, saying, “Boss Mu, look over there!”
Mu Yuming walked over and glanced in the direction he was pointing, only to see a giant about three meters tall staggering before collapsing with a thud, disappearing from sight.
“What do you want me to see?”
The old Taoist’s face darkened.