Sheng Lianhua was truly swayed.
"But will the Big Master... agree?"
"Hehe, as long as the annual profits submitted by the Four Seas Gang don’t change, the Big Master along with the Profound Sun Sect and all the major families behind him won’t care about these things."
"But if Lang Songbai really dies, won’t the Yaksha Masked Man make a move against us?"
"After thinking it through carefully, I realized that except for He Town who died outside, the Yaksha Masked Man hasn’t actively attacked us. So if the time comes, we just need to soften up, at worst give him more dividends. I refuse to believe there’s anyone in this world who can’t be bought with profit."
Looking at Xiong Kun’s confident face, Sheng Lianhua suddenly felt a chill rising in her heart.
Because this man, who was as burly as a black bear, had such a sinister and venomous heart.
He sold out Lang Songbai with just a few words.
If he were to deal with me like this in the future...
Seemingly noticing Sheng Lianhua’s inner concerns, Xiong Kun chuckled.
"Don’t worry, there’s no conflict of interest between you and me. Rouge Sea, which you manage, relies on the prostitutes and courtesans of Changping Square, whereas I rely on the tributes from various business associations, so there’s a foundation for cooperation between us."
Sheng Lianhua was silent for a moment, then finally nodded, "Alright, it’s a deal."
Xiong Kun smiled brightly, "It’s a deal."
Just as Xiong Kun and Sheng Lianhua reached an agreement and were plotting how to deal with Lang Songbai.
Zhao Ya had already returned home.
As for what’s happened outside, Zui’Er was naturally completely unaware.
Only Shang Luoluo vaguely sensed something but didn’t ask.
During dinner, Shang Jingchuan didn’t come back. Instead, he sent a message through his subordinates saying he was out eating with some old classmates.
This has become the usual lately.
With his increasing favor in the court, Shang Jingchuan finally shook off his cold position and became a hot commodity in many eyes.
Zhao Ya was no longer surprised by this.
So this dinner was shared by Zhao Ya, Shang Luoluo, and Zui’Er alone.
After dinner, Zui’Er enthusiastically went off to experiment with her beloved fruit juice.
Zhao Ya and Shang Luoluo were drinking tea and chatting in the courtyard, talking about what happened today.
Zhao Ya basically hid nothing from Shang Luoluo because he knew that even if he wanted to hide it, he couldn’t.
This girl isn’t as simple-minded as Zui’Er; on the contrary, she’s very smart.
Just with a little clue, she can deduce quite a bit, so Zhao Ya simply told her everything.
When he finished, Zhao Ya handed that key to Shang Luoluo.
"See if you can discover anything."
Shang Luoluo took it and scrutinized it for a long time, not able to help frowning.
"There are very few points worth noticing, except for these two engraved characters. The only other thing is that this key is finely crafted and polished, clearly not an ordinary object."
"Combined with this strange number, it proves that this key isn’t alone; it gives a strong sense of déjà vu..."
Shang Luoluo fell into thought.
Zhao Ya was also moved, frowning as he pondered.
Yes, what kind of place would have so many finely polished keys?
At that moment, footsteps sounded, and then Shang Jingchuan swayed in.
Before he got close, Shang Luoluo was already frowning from the strong smell of alcohol.
"You reek of alcohol, how much did you drink this time?" Shang Luoluo asked somewhat helplessly.
Shang Jingchuan chuckled, hiccupping, and said: "Wasn’t it a reunion with some old classmates, so I drank a few more cups."
As he spoke, he plopped onto the stone stool, breathing heavily.
Shang Luoluo was angry and helpless, turning to the kitchen to get him sobering soup.
But at that moment, Shang Jingchuan suddenly noticed the key on the table.
"Oh, Ya, you’ve been to the Spring Soup House too?"
"Spring Soup House?"
Zhao Ya and Shang Luoluo asked in unison.
"Yeah, this is the Spring Soup House’s key, and it’s for the Heavenly No. 7 locker, which isn’t cheap."
Shang Jingchuan casually said as he fiddled with the key in his hand.
Zhao Ya and Shang Luoluo exchanged glances, seeing the delight in each other’s eyes.
The answer, which they had sought without finding, came effortlessly; Shang Jingchuan had inadvertently revealed the key’s origin.
"Thank you, Shang."
Zhao Ya thanked, took the key, and turned to leave.
"Hey, Ya, where are you going? If you’re going to the Spring Soup House, take me with you? I haven’t been there for a while."
Under the influence of alcohol, Shang Jingchuan lost his usual mature demeanor, shouting loudly.
Shang Luoluo grabbed him, forcing him back onto the stool, then helplessly said: "Alright, father, stop shouting. How embarrassing, people might think something’s happened in our family."
Shang Jingchuan quieted down, no longer daring to shout, instead asking softly.
"Okay, okay, I won’t shout, my precious daughter, quickly bring me some sobering soup, I’m dying of thirst."
"Sit tight and keep quiet. I’ll go get you some." Shang Luoluo said sternly.
Shang Jingchuan nodded vigorously, not daring to utter another word.
He felt a certain reverence for his daughter.
Meanwhile, Zhao Ya had already arrived at Changping Square.
The name Spring Soup House sounds fancy, but it’s actually just a bathhouse.