There are people of pure good and people of pure evil in the world.
However, Zhao Yunhai preferred pure good over pure evil, a response that somewhat surprised the young monk Wuchen.
On the car ride to the cemetery, Wuchen had asked this question.
Zhao Yunhai explained with a smile, "People of pure evil do not belong to the order faction; they even disrupt order."
"And I, who create order, prefer those who protect it."
As a beneficiary of order, how could Zhao Yunhai possibly like those who destroyed order and rules?
Especially since most protagonists were order disruptors, Zhao Yunhai harbored a deep dislike for them.
Zhao Lesheng nodded in agreement beside him, admitting he also liked obedient children because they were easy to bully and didn't know how to resist.
At the cemetery, before a gravestone.
"Master, Mr. Zhao is leaving Dongdu, and I will be accompanying him."
Wuchen knelt before the gravestone, a spread of offerings laid out before him.
"What is the mortal world? Disciple seems to have grasped a hint."
"The so-called mortal world is nothing more than life itself, experiencing it, living through it."
Wuchen held his master's bequeathed prayer beads, silently reciting the words in his heart to his master.
He had decided to follow Mr. Zhao, as his understanding over this period had led him to believe Mr. Zhao was not a bad person.
Perhaps once he truly understood what Mr. Zhao was doing, this trial of the mortal world would come to an end.
Wuchen chanted scriptures that Zhao Lesheng found rather unpleasant. Unable to bear it, Zhao Lesheng quietly moved aside.
"Ah San, someone is monitoring us."
Ah San, standing ten meters away, noticed two individuals pretending to pay respects on the side of the cemetery and spoke into his earpiece.
"Received. Do not act rashly. These people are mere insects."
Soon, Ah Da's reply came through the earpiece.
"Understood." Ah San, dressed in a black tracksuit, remained in place, keeping an eye on the two.
Zhao Yunhai knew that his every move drew the attention of certain people.
He was merely accompanying the young monk Wuchen to pay respects to his master, yet these individuals were making a fuss. They were like birds startled by a bow.
"Little monk, once Qianzhou is stable, I will arrange for your master's tomb to be relocated. He wouldn't want to be disturbed here, would he?"
"We'll build him a separate tomb then, where he can receive offerings. Wouldn't that be better?"
Zhao Yunhai patted the young monk's head, inadvertently painting another grand picture.
However, unlike others who painted such pictures, his were always achievable.
"Thank you, Boss." Wuchen the young monk had also changed his form of address.
Zhao Yunhai chuckled heartily at this, gaining another trusted general.
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South City.
Yu Manlou personally oversaw the construction progress of the Tiangong headquarters. He demanded the highest quality in materials and execution.
"The Chairman is coming today."
Yu Manlou said to his secretary, "All company personnel have been transferred here. Ensure their personal safety."
"Have those who have been harassing them recently been dealt with?"
"Some have been handled, while others cannot be. President, what should we do?"
The secretary looked troubled.
There had been no shortage of trouble for the employees of the group headquarters targeting Zhao Yunhai. Threats and intimidation of various kinds were employed.
Some even resorted to extreme actions, leading several employees to resign and leave South City.
Yu Manlou did not blame them. He terminated their contracts and arranged for escorts to see them out of Qianzhou.
The remaining staff endured immense pressure, but they believed in Chairman Zhao, President Yu, and the future of Tiangong Group.
Yu Manlou said sternly, "They must be dealt with."
"If they cannot be handled, have security deal with them. If trouble arises, if anything happens, I will take responsibility."
"Do not fear the consequences. I only want results, not the process. I will bear everything."
"After this is settled, the group will provide them with generous rewards."
Cold sweat began to bead on the secretary's forehead. The President was determined to resolve this before the Chairman's arrival, consequences be damned.
Yu Manlou did not want the Chairman to witness any perceived inadequacy on his part, and his demeanor became more resolute.
If the situation was not handled within an hour, Yu Manlou would have to deal with the security department.
Then, he would have to apologize to the Chairman.
"Understood." The secretary took the order and hurried off.
Yu Manlou gazed at the progress of the Tiangong headquarters, a hint of a satisfied smile gracing his lips.
The Tiangong headquarters would soon be complete, after which everything would fall into place, extending across the Nine Provinces and beyond the world. This was Yu Manlou's vision for Tiangong.
Under Yu Manlou's unyielding stance, his promise to take the credit while shouldering the blame.
The security department of the Tiangong headquarters was comprised entirely of martial artists. Money? For Tiangong, it was merely data.
Without the burden of responsibility, they would go all out to address any issue.
Within an hour, those who had been periodically harassing female employees and clashing with male employees in the vicinity were all driven away by these security personnel.
Resistance?
Then fight.
Fight hard, fight to the death.
Call the righteous?
No problem, just cripple them, disable them, kill them.
The order from above was clear: as long as the President was satisfied, their bonuses would be substantial enough to ensure their contentment.
Dare to make a phone call?
Stuff them into sacks and carry them off. The construction wasn't finished anyway; find a place to dump them in cement.
When the righteous arrived, they found that the individuals who had called were nowhere to be found.
Yu Manlou smiled with satisfaction at the efficiency of the security department.
"Now, all the group's high-ranking officials will accompany me to welcome the Chairman."
"The President has already been informed."
The secretary had already conveyed these instructions.
At the high-speed rail station in Dongdu, many of Qianzhou's informants had converged.
Zhao Yunhai had barely stepped off the train when he saw Yu Manlou and the group's executives waiting for him.
"Nothing major happened, did it?"
Zhao Yunhai high-fived him and asked with a smile.
"There were some minor issues initially, but they have all been resolved today."
Yu Manlou let out a hearty laugh.
Zhao Yunhai smiled in response to Yu Manlou's unspoken flattery.
The executives became visibly excited upon seeing the Chairman.
Whether their enthusiasm was feigned or genuine, Zhao Yunhai responded with a smile to them all.
The simple welcome ceremony drew curious glances from onlookers.
This young man was the Chairman.
Some of his peers were filled with envy and jealousy, deeming him a spoiled rich kid.
"Born into the right family, destined for a good life."
The informants, upon seeing Zhao Yunhai's arrival, immediately reported to their superiors.
As soon as these influential figures from Qianzhou received news of Zhao Yunhai's entry into South City, their expressions turned grave.
Zhao Yunhai's personal arrival in South City signaled the true commencement of the decisive confrontation.