Chapter 272, Astounding Numbers, Billionaire
Actually, by the time Gongzi Shuiming finished her sentence, Young Master Sang had already started tuning her out.
Not sure if it was the alcohol hitting him, or something else entirely.
Young Master Sang felt inexplicably drowsy, his eyelids drooping uncontrollably.
Gongzi Shuiming’s words became muffled and distant, sounding increasingly vague.
Before long, Shuiming noticed that Sang had drunkenly slumped over onto her shoulder.
She didn’t seem surprised or bothered, just quietly leaning against Sang, while the music from her headphones continued to flow gently.
“If only this could last forever.”
Uncertain how much time passed, she suddenly pulled out a piece of soft jade from her bosom, muttering to herself:
“O divine jade.”
“If I wanted to create a world where Sang would fall for me.”
“What kind of price would I have to pay?”
The jade glimmered softly, but remained silent for a while.
Disappointment flickered in Shuiming’s beautiful eyes, and after a long pause, she forced a bitter smile: “Of course, it can’t be done.”
“It seems there are still some things in this world.”
“Even if one is rich, money can’t buy.”
“If you can’t buy what you want, then what’s the use of having so much money?”
She lovingly stroked the soft jade, a hint of nostalgia crossing her beautiful gaze.
This jade had been with her since she came to this world.
Thanks to this jade, she was able to gradually turn her grand business plans into reality.
But now.
She no longer had any use for it.
With great care, she tucked the jade into a sachet she had made herself, hanging it around Sang’s neck.
After hanging it, her gaze naturally lingered on Sang’s clean, handsome profile, making it hard for her to look away from those beautiful eyes.
After a long moment, she cautiously tucked a stray hair behind her ear and gently kissed Sang’s forehead.
The soft kiss left a damp mark, faintly scented with citrus.
“Divine jade will protect you, Sang,” she lovingly caressed Sang’s face, whispering, “This way, even if you encounter something dangerous like this again, you’ll be safe.”
“And I can rest easy, too.”
The candlelight flickered red. Sang slept soundly on her shoulder, breathing evenly and peacefully.
The music in her headphones seemed to flow eternally.
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The next day.
When Sang woke up, his first reaction upon seeing the unfamiliar ceiling was:
…What the heck!
How did I fall asleep last night?
Please tell me I wasn’t drugged again?
Shooting up in a panic, Sang quickly checked himself, finding that his clothes were still intact and his underwear hadn’t been tampered with, which gave him a slight sigh of relief.
Turns out, I was just too drunk and exhausted, sleeping in someone’s bedroom.
That scared me to death. I thought I had been taken advantage of by Miss Shuiming!
What a waste it would have been if I had passed out!
“…Huh?”
Just then, Sang’s fingers stumbled upon a small sachet hanging around his neck, raising his suspicion: “What’s this?”
The sachet was small and exquisite, faintly emitting a pleasant fragrance.
After fiddling with it for a while, unable to discern its significance, Sang concluded it was just a little gift from Gongzi Shuiming, and stuffed it into his storage pouch.
Just then, the communication device buzzed urgently.
Sang picked it up to find there were 99+ missed messages from Hua Jianglian, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
Oh no.
He sprinted to Hua Jianglian’s room, where the little girl was eating breakfast at the table.
The moment Hua Jianglian laid eyes on Sang, her expression turned dangerously hostile.
“A man like you doesn’t come home all night and is off gallivanting, huh?”
“N-No! I was just—”
“No? Then why wasn’t I beside you when I woke up? I heard the maid say you went to Miss Shuiming’s room last night.”
“It’s a misunderstanding, truly a misunderstanding,” Sang said, beads of sweat running down his forehead. “I went to discuss the payment with Miss Shuiming.”
“You see, we completed the delivery task successfully. With this success, the Holy Kingdom likely won’t be able to strike against us for a while, so isn’t it the perfect time to collect our payment from Floating Splendor Commerce?”
“So last night, I just informed Miss Shuiming to calculate our total bill.”
Upon hearing this, Hua Jianglian’s expression slightly eased, though she still eyed him with suspicion like a little fox.
“Hmm… Discussing the payment, huh…”
Sang forced a laugh.
“Right.” The little girl seemed to recall something happy, her mood lightening: “We’ve put in so much effort for this, our entire company’s been mobilized for months; it’s time we got paid.”
“Hmph, let’s go collect our money from Floating Splendor Commerce’s boss!”
With the prospect of a large sum coming in, Hua Jianglian’s mood brightened, humming a cheerful tune as she headed out of the room.
Sang, relieved to have dodged a bullet, quickly sent a message to Shuiming, reminding her to keep things under wraps.
Not long after, he received a message from Miss Shuiming.
“Perfect timing. The president is just about to discuss the payment with you. He’s been waiting for you on the rooftop.”
So reliable, Sang thought with appreciation.
Honestly, if he had worked so hard only to be met with Bai Ming saying, “We have no money,” he’d be going crazy.
Now that they were proactively discussing payment, what a good brother!
It would be a shame if they didn’t think of ways to squeeze a little more out of the payment process, given their deep brotherhood!
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When Sang and Hua Jianglian arrived at the rooftop, Bai Ming’s familiar froggy visage and the quiet little maid had clearly been waiting for a while.
“Brother Sang, Sect Leader Jianglian, thank you both for your efforts this time,” Bai Ming said with a smile. “In business, honesty is paramount. Since you successfully delivered the goods, we will certainly pay you the promised remuneration.”
“Xiao Qing, please present the account.”
The little maid pulled out the account book, sweetly reading: “The agreed payment of 500 million, deducting the deposit, leaves you with 450 million. Adding medical fees, care costs, death and injury compensation, bonuses, and various allowances for the Demon Cultivators… the total comes to 580 million top-tier spirit stones.”
“Funds have been directly transferred from Fusa Pavilion to the Demon Cult’s account. You can withdraw it at any time.”
Looking at the staggering numbers displayed on the communication device, both Sang and Hua Jianglian found themselves swallowing audibly.
Holy moly.
Almost 600 million?
Such an astronomical sum of spirit stones could only be produced by Floating Splendor Commerce in all the world.
The spiritual energy contained within that many spirit stones could rival two or three peak Immortal Ascension stages, right?
This truly was a journey to riches.
“Brother Sang may check the account for any discrepancies.”
“No need, no need! Almost 600 million and you think there’s a mistake?… You’re just generous, Bai Ge. Even though none of our colleagues were harmed, you thoughtfully included death compensation.”
“Were there none?”
“None at all.”
Bai Ming scratched his head in confusion.
Sang’s smile suddenly froze.
“…Uh, you’re not talking about the cargo team on the northern line, are you?”
“W-Wait, that’s not it?”
“…”
It seems I might have forgotten something important.
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