The following afternoon.
Ye Kunlun and Wu Dao headed straight for the Purple Smoke Tower.
The Purple Smoke Tower before them was naturally not the same one from hundreds of years ago. After generations of renovation, it had long since become a building that combined ancient and modern elements.
From afar, the Purple Smoke Tower was like a palace of jade and exquisite architecture, consisting of sixteen buildings of varying heights and sizes. The central one stood nearly a hundred meters tall.
The words "Purple Smoke Tower," written in strong, vigorous calligraphy, hung on the tallest building, drawing the gaze of all who looked up.
Upon entering the Purple Smoke Tower, an air of opulence permeated every corner.
"Young Master, these outdoor chairs and benches are made of golden nanmu. That wood costs almost as much as gold!"
Wu Dao exclaimed with emotion, "If only our Wujian Prison could be as luxurious as the Purple Smoke Tower someday. How about we just create a luxurious eighteen-layer hell?"
Ye Kunlun chuckled in amusement. A luxurious eighteen-layer hell, Wu Dao certainly had a wild imagination!
However, on second thought, it wasn't entirely impossible. Since Wujian Prison already had nine underground levels, what was the harm in adding nine more?
With this thought, he asked, "Do you really want to build a luxurious eighteen-layer hell in Wujian Prison?"
Wu Dao grinned sheepishly. "Young Master, I was just speaking my mind. An eighteen-layer hell sounds incredibly expensive. Besides, each level would need someone in charge; think of the cost!"
Ye Kunlun smiled without a word. Money was perhaps the one thing he lacked the least.
However, Wujian Prison was indeed too dilapidated, so much so that even he found it somewhat unlivable.
Moreover, Wujian Prison was supposed to be on par with Qin Tian Tower and Tian Ting.
Yet, due to its low profile, it appeared long abandoned. Coupled with its sparse population, the nobles in the capital naturally felt no sense of awe.
In other words, would anyone dare to challenge Gu Changsheng at Qin Tian Tower?
"After the matters in the capital are settled, find the best designers worldwide to design a new Wujian Prison," Ye Kunlun replied.
Wu Dao blinked. "Ah? Young Master, we don't have that much money, nor that many people."
"I have the money, and if we lack people, we can recruit!" Ye Kunlun said nonchalantly. "Besides, don't we have the thirteen Qin Tian Guards in Wujian Prison now? Let each of them guard a level!"
"Is it alright to spend your money?"
Wu Dao chuckled.
"Mr. Ye!"
A voice filled with surprise called out. Qian Rou Rou, holding Liu Meng's arm, caught up to Ye Kunlun and Wu Dao. "Sir, we meet again."
Ye Kunlun gave a faint acknowledgment. He did not blame Qian Rou Rou for what had happened with Qian Xiao Jiao.
"Sir, I apologize for what happened a few days ago," Qian Rou Rou apologized to Ye Kunlun again.
"Rou Rou, why are you apologizing!" Liu Meng pulled Qian Rou Rou's arm. "Those two men going to the Purple Smoke Tower at night must be up to something. Let's stay away from them!"
Liu Meng didn't know why, but she felt compelled to constantly target Ye Kunlun.
Although Ye Kunlun had mentioned her condition when treating Qian Rou Rou, and she had subsequently recovered following Ye Kunlun's prescription, she couldn't help but want to provoke him whenever she saw him!
"Xiao Meng, don't speak nonsense," Qian Rou Rou quickly stopped Liu Meng. "Mr. Ye must be here for something important."
"Did I just hear about money?" Qian Rou Rou quickly changed the subject. "My Qian family has no shortage of money. If Sir needs funds, Rou Rou is willing to invest."
"Miss Qian, my Young Master and I were just joking about transforming Wujian Prison into a building grander than the Purple Smoke Tower," Wu Dao explained.
Hearing this, Qian Rou Rou's eyes lit up.
"Sir, the Qian family's developers are among the best in the country. Why don't you let the Qian family take on the project?"
Liu Meng was startled and quickly said, "Rou Rou, are you crazy? Do you know how much was invested in the Purple Smoke Tower?!"
"Five hundred billion, and if that's not enough, then a thousand billion!" Qian Rou Rou declared with an air of financial might. "My father only has me as his precious daughter; I don't believe he wouldn't agree!"
Ye Kunlun hadn't expected Qian Rou Rou to suddenly offer money when he was attending the Purple Smoke Tower auction.
He glanced at Wu Dao, who seemed somewhat intrigued, and said to Qian Rou Rou, "Discuss this matter with Wu Dao!"
"Rest assured, Sir!" Qian Rou Rou's face lit up with joy, seeing that Ye Kunlun had not refused.
In Liu Meng's eyes, Qian Rou Rou had gone completely mad. Even with abundant wealth, one shouldn't squander it like this!
Wujian Prison? What kind of place was that? It sounded like a losing venture from the start!
She couldn't understand what kind of charm Ye Kunlun possessed that had turned the shrewd eldest daughter of the Qian family into a brainless girl!
Liu Meng watched the beaming Qian Rou Rou and secretly vowed to have a stern talk with her.
What Liu Meng didn't know was that in Qian Rou Rou's eyes, Ye Kunlun held a Four Revered card from Sihai Money House. That was one of the most prestigious cards in existence, and possessing it signified boundless wealth. Whether it was five hundred billion or five thousand billion, for the holder of a Four Revered card, it was merely a string of numbers without concept.
Ye Kunlun and Wu Dao walked towards the central building, with Qian Rou Rou pulling Liu Meng along.
"May I ask why Mr. Ye is here at the Purple Smoke Tower tonight?" Qian Rou Rou inquired curiously.
"What else could two men be here for?" Liu Meng interjected again.
Ye Kunlun found it amusing. He glanced at Liu Meng and asked, "In that case, Miss Liu, are you here for business of a more proper nature?"
"Naturally!" Liu Meng glared at Ye Kunlun.
"Men come here not for proper business, while you, Miss Liu, do. How interesting," Ye Kunlun's words carried a hint of sarcasm.
Liu Meng, understanding the implication of Ye Kunlun's words, her eyebrows shot up in anger. "What nonsense are you talking about? How could we be here for such things!"
Ye Kunlun's gaze turned colder, and he sneered, "You don't look like a proper person yourself."
"You!" Liu Meng was furious.
"Alright, Xiao Meng," Qian Rou Rou said, feeling a headache coming on. She couldn't understand why everyone around her seemed to be targeting Ye Kunlun. Her aunt, Qian Xiao Jiao, was like that, and now Liu Meng was too!
"We won't disturb you further, Sir. I will visit Mr. Wu Dao at Wujian Prison another day." With that, Qian Rou Rou pulled Liu Meng in another direction.
"Rou Rou, have you been enchanted by him?" Liu Meng was almost exploding from Ye Kunlun's recent words. "What does he think of us?"
"Didn't you speak rather rudely first?" Qian Rou Rou looked at Liu Meng helplessly. "Think about it carefully, didn't you target Mr. Ye first?"
Liu Meng's tone grew serious. "I... I just find him somewhat displeasing."
"Mr. Ye is my savior. For that reason alone, you should be polite to him," Qian Rou Rou gently reasoned with her best friend.
Liu Meng sounded a bit wronged. "I understand. In the future, I won't speak when I see him, alright?"
"But even if he's your savior, you can't just throw away five hundred billion!" Liu Meng recalled Qian Rou Rou's promise to Ye Kunlun. "I'm going home now to discuss it with my father." Qian Rou Rou took Liu Meng's hand and walked away.
"Ah? Aren't we attending that auction?" Liu Meng was speechless.
"Not going!"