Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Just as Lin Baihu was about to take his leave, Yi Chen seemed to remember something and quickly inquired.

Up until now, he didn't even know the basic information or preferences of the main family, which was not conducive to conducting business.

If you are prepared, you will succeed; if you are not, you will fail.

This was the first step for him, Taoist Yi Chengzi, toward entering the high-end funeral market. He needed to handle his business with meticulous care.

At Yi Chen's question, Lin Baihu paused his steps, pondered for a moment, and then replied, "At present, the Wang family consists of two branches. The branch that asked for my father's assistance is the second branch, which includes a chief in charge of several county and town peacekeepers. However, he is currently unable to leave due to urgent official duties."

"As for the first branch, they stay at home. The Family Head of the first branch is named Wang Ba. The Wang family is very prominent in Ping'an County; they are a significant household. Taoist, once you enter the city, you can easily find out by asking around."

Yi Chen: "...."

"His name is Wang Ba?"

"What's the matter? Taoist, is there something wrong with this name?" Lin Zhengyi asked curiously.

He detected a hint of surprise in Yi Chen's tone.

Yi Chen chuckled awkwardly, quickly making up an excuse to gloss over the issue.

The name Wang Ba is a good one.

It sounds like it would bring a long life.

Compared to Ji Tuanlian's name, it was notably outstanding.

Of course, such sarcastic inner commentary was not suitable to be directly expressed to Lin Zhengyi.

If you say it out loud, can it still be called an inner commentary?

Before long, Lin Baihu, with a bag of chestnuts specialty from Hidden Dragon Temple, mounted his horse and vanished over the horizon.

He had to busy himself with investigating the mastermind behind the malicious gang for Yi Chen, as his father had strictly instructed him to take this matter seriously and ensure the favor was properly reciprocated.

But not too swiftly...

"Not even stopping for a sip of tea, Lin Baihu is a good man, reliable and amiable," Yi Chen mused to himself as he watched Lin Baihu's travel-worn figure, which seemed more mature. He then turned and went back into the Hidden Dragon Temple.

There were some crucial issues that he needed to inform Qing Yunzi about.

"Junior brother, if possible, I want you to acquire the deeds to the lands surrounding Hidden Dragon Temple. Buy them if you can, and buy as much as you can."

"Even the wastelands need to be purchased, and it's fine if the price is slightly higher than the market rate by ten to twenty percent."

"If you encounter any troubles, go consult with Chief Zhang. If Chief Zhang can't handle it, seek assistance from the county magistrate. As of now, your senior brother still has a bit of influence in Fengyun County," Yi Chen muttered to Qing Yunzi in a stealthy tone.

"Ah? Senior brother, what's the value in wastelands? Why spend that silver on them?"

"You don't need to worry about that; just listen to your senior brother, buy if you can, and make sure to get the deeds."

"It's crucial to have multiple intermediaries to witness the transactions."

Qing Yunzi didn't understand the subtlety of this, but how could he not understand?

In today's world, what's most important?

Of course, it's security.

Haven't you seen how the existence of the Eight Trigrams Demonic-Eradicating Mirror has driven up the housing prices within Fengyun County?

In the future, when Hidden Dragon Temple flourishes, won't living around it be even better than in the city?

With Yi Taoist's astonishing ability to empower the industry and operational capabilities comparable to a True Monarch, Qing Yunzi would be overwhelmed by the mountains of wealth awaiting him.

Therefore, it was necessary to layout early and acquire the chips. The scheming Yi Taoist would not let others take advantage of this situation.

Buying at the price of wastelands to sell at the price of Gold, there's no room for complaint—it's practically like stealing money. Now, that's a tactic.

And when the time comes, don't you dare complain about the price. If you don't buy, there are plenty who will. I might even need to limit the sale through a lottery system.

This world is forever dominated by the strong, where winners take all. The more wealth accumulated, the stronger its siphoning effect on the surroundings.

With proper management, Yi Chen was confident that with his skillful means of exploiting others, he could make the rich willingly offer up their wealth and still thank him reverently, worshipping him.

The highest level of exploitation is plucking the feathers without letting the goose squawk, and Yi Chen had a myriad of ways to do so. He wanted to show these people from foreign lands the wisdom of the Blue Planet.

To give them a slight shock of Blue Planet.

The sickle of the Taoist was always swift.

And in this life, he no longer feared the bulldozers.

His blade was even sharper.

Thus far, it was only the first strategy.

Hehehe.

However, Yi Chen was well aware that in a world where such tremendous power belonged to oneself, wealth had to match one's own strength; otherwise, you were nothing but a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Only as his strength grew more formidable could he release one scythe after another from his toolbox.

Strength is the foundation, and wealth is the booster of strength.

He would not be dazzled by wealth and end up making wedding dresses for others.

As for the project of expanding Hidden Dragon Temple, Yi Chen had long had an outline in his heart, and the blueprint had already been sketched out; meals would be eaten one bite at a time.

Overstepping could easily lead to injury, a truth he was very clear about in his heart.

"The younger brother is still too young, not yet understanding the principle that a great thief does not wield a weapon. Those who rob with knives and guns are small traders; the real big traders don't even think about it,"

Yi Chen watched Qing Yunzi's receding back and couldn't help but silently sigh in his heart.

Expanding Hidden Dragon Temple was Bai Yunzi's last wish, and therefore, it became Yi Chen's wish as well.

Now, it was time to start laying the foundation step by step.

Harvesting leeks was just a means for Yi Chen; his ultimate goal was not so narrow.

He hoped to create a world within the influence of Hidden Dragon Temple.

A world where those who wished to lie low could do so, those who aspired to struggle could receive what they deserved, a world that could accommodate the howls of jackals and soothe the cries of the weak.

If one day in the future, he was lucky enough to survive and his power reigned supreme, he would then create such a world.

It was the world he wanted to see in his previous life.

It was also the world Bai Yunzi had always hoped to see.

No one understood his old-fashioned master better than him.

When that time came, harvesting leeks would merely be a means of redistribution.

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, so let's start cutting them down first."

"Where there is wealth and power, there are people; where people gather, wealth further flourishes, I hope such a cycle can start."

"Only the strong have a voice, only they can define this world."

"So first of all, I must become a strong man, a truly powerful man."

"Powerful enough that no one can ignore my will."

Yi Chen looked out at the wasteland beyond Hidden Dragon Temple, his fists clenched tightly, his thoughts racing.

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Maybe a year later, he would die at the hands of Yin Manor and go bankrupt. The world is unpredictable.

If you aim for the stars, you get the moon; aim for the moon, you get halfway there, which is already an excellent outcome.

The way of heaven is to take from the excess and give to the deficient, the way of humanity is to take from the deficient to serve the excess.

The scriptures of a previous life said, to everyone who has, more will be given, and from the one who has not, even what he has will be taken away.

The principle is just this principle, the world is inherently cruel.

Can human force overcome heaven? Yi Chen did not know.

After all, he had never heard of anyone who had defied Zou Qilü.

Such a world couldn't be achieved overnight, but things could start to be done.

Like first taking money from the rich, then paying high wages to hire people, driving the income of the surrounding populace, this could also be considered taking from others and giving back to them.

Money is like water; it's only useful when it flows. Stored in a vault, it only tarnishes and grows mold, utterly useless.

Water benefits all things, and when it reaches the hands of those at the bottom, it becomes a spring, a great kindness.

After all, those at the bottom are as desperate as starving wolves; they hardly ever get to drink enough water.

The Taoist cuts from the wealthy, then distributes the money, giving to the poor. Hidden Dragon Temple gets development, the poor get an unexpected sum of money to improve their lives, and the rich get the grand visions painted by the Taoist.

This is the perfect cycle.

Holy shit, a triple win.

Yi Chen completed the logical loop in an instant.

He had perfectly aligned personal interest, his master's last wish, with the development of the temple.

A world where nobody gets hurt had been achieved.

"I really am a genius."

"Master, look, I truly have carried out the Way of Benevolence and Righteousness."

"Though my heart is heavy and my hand black, and I cut down men, sell tyrant chickens, and harvest leeks, I know I am a good Taoist."

Looking out at the wasteland, Yi Chen saw it as if it were paved with gold. Excited, he rubbed his hands together and then turned back into the house.