"That person is..." Tong En mumbled indistinctly while stuffing pastries into her mouth.

"Yes, it should be him, judging from the photos in the newspaper." Roland nodded slightly. Before coming, he had done his homework and gained a basic understanding of the San Ye Group. The person on stage was Jiade, a member of the San Ye board and president of the construction department, ranking fifth in the entire family, and also Garcia's "father."

He originally thought he would see Wimbledon III, but it turned out that Jie Luo hadn't devoured the unlucky Graycastle king. It also confirmed that the residents of the Soul Building had been fully accepted by the dream world, forming a self-consistent set of memories and relationships. As for whether Garcia or Jiade came first, whether the San Ye family was created based on Garcia's existence, or whether Garcia was randomly assigned to the San Ye family relationship, it was probably impossible to know. If he didn't possess all the memories of another world, he would probably treat everything here as completely real.

Although the dream world was evolving in a direction he didn't understand, at least the cornerstone of the world was still constructed with his memory prototype, so it was full of inconsistencies everywhere. This, on the contrary, made Roland feel a little relieved—those elements forcibly pieced together were constantly reminding him that he was in a dream.

For example, Garcia's previous surname was Wimbledon, but here it was Jia. Such small changes were everywhere. If Cobb in the movie Inception needed a personal item as a totem to distinguish whether the world he was in was a dream, then he wouldn't have such confusion and迷茫 at all.

Jiade's speech was nothing more than thanking all the martial artists for their attendance and support. At the end, he also mentioned his estranged daughter—just as Garcia had guessed, his tone was full of regret and惋惜 for his daughter's absence, and he said he was always willing to have a good talk with her.

The audience applauded warmly again, and the cameras in the hands of the reporters flashed appropriately.

Only Roland sneered inwardly.

In the end, if he had just given up the renovation plan for the Tongzi residential area or given adequate compensation, Garcia wouldn't have fallen out with him to this point.

After the speech was the toasting session.

This was the moment Roland was waiting for.

"Let's go, we can eat later." He signaled to the witch, then picked up a glass of champagne and walked towards Jiade.

…

"General He, thank you for gracing us with your presence tonight. We still need your strong support for the Greenland project later."

"Where, where, we've been cooperating for so long, why be so polite!"

"Miss Yu Han, I don't know if you're satisfied with the finals martial arts hall that San Ye built in the South District?"

"I haven't been there."

"Ah... Haha, you will definitely be on the top this year."

Taking advantage of the fact that Jiade had finished toasting the front row guests and had just walked out of the noisy crowd, Roland stepped forward and blocked him.

"You are..." The other party was obviously stunned.

"Roland, Garcia's proxy representative." He replied directly.

"Oh, it's you... Pleased to meet you," Jiade's expression quickly returned to normal, and he turned to pick up a glass of wine from the waiter, "Those who can awaken natural power are naturally lucky. I really envy you young and promising people."

Roland didn't drink the champagne after clinking glasses with him, "I have something to talk to you about, privately."

This statement was already somewhat impolite. In terms of age, the other party was obviously a senior, and in terms of social status, the director of a large enterprise group was not much lower than a martial artist, let alone a newcomer like Roland.

Jiade couldn't help but frown, "I'm sorry, I still have other guests to entertain..."

"Garcia asked me to come to you. Don't you want to know how your daughter is doing recently?" Roland raised his voice slightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he had already noticed that some reporters had noticed the commotion here.

He knew the other party would agree.

Otherwise, the image of "caring for his daughter" that he had created would not hold up.

"Okay," Jiade chose to give in as expected, "If it's not too long."

"Of course, it won't take up too much of your time." Roland smiled.

There were such VIP private compartments in the banquet hall. After dismissing the entourage, only Jiade and his secretary, as well as Roland and his group, were left in the room.

"Is it okay to leave him here?" Roland glanced at the old secretary, "What I want to say involves your interests."

"Of course, he's from the family and has been with me for decades." Jiade said in a deep voice, "It's you, are you sure you want to bring these three beautiful... young ladies to discuss things? This is not an amusement park."

Without needing to pretend, the other party revealed an obvious impatient expression, and his tone was no longer as polite as before.

So that's how it is, Roland thought. Considering that he possessed natural power, the other party would inevitably be wary. Although that person was old, judging from his movements and position, he was probably an Awakened One.

"Because what I want to talk about is related to these three..." He shrugged, "Let's make a long story short. This is a deal—they are illegal residents, and I need you to help them register as legal residents and arrange for a good high school."

Jiade was silent for a moment before speaking, "You want to talk to me about this?"

If it were an ordinary person, the first reaction would probably be "Are you kidding me?", and the second reaction would be to turn around and leave. To still be able to suppress his temper now, his cultivation was considered good among businessmen.

"That's right," Roland said with confidence, "This shouldn't be difficult for the San Ye Group to do."

"You say this is a deal, then what can you give me? Stand up against Garcia, or get her to give up resisting the group and give the Tongzi Building to the new project?"

"I'm her friend, how could I do such a thing."

After discovering the secret of the memory fragments, the Tongzi Building became an object that Roland was determined to protect. Any construction team that wanted to demolish the building would face the repeated harassment of three hundred Taqila witches. Things like disassembling the excavator's tracks overnight, or haunting the construction site, were easy for them to do.

"Heh... friends, huh," Jiade sneered twice, "Then we have nothing to talk about."

"Not necessarily." Roland took out a hunting license from his pocket and waved it in front of him.

"This is—" The other party's expression changed instantly, and he quickly turned to look at the old secretary.

The secretary stared at the license for a long time before slowly nodding, "It's real."

"How could you have this kind of thing—"

"That's the association's secret, you have no right to know," Roland interrupted Jiade's words. After all, even he himself didn't know how the association conducted the application, review, and issuance of certificates, "Just understand its significance."

Jiade stared at him for a long time with an uncertain expression. He took out a cigar from his pocket as if he wanted to smoke, fiddled with it for a long time, and finally put it back, "It seems my daughter has met someone extraordinary... But Mr. Roland, the Martial Artist Association is an organization that values law..."

"Do you think I'm threatening you?" Roland sighed deliberately, "I said before, this is a deal."

"Then what do you mean..."

"With such a large business, there will always be some unspeakable obstacles. It's easy to deal with things on the surface, but those who act in the dark are not so easy to handle, am I right?" He held out a finger, "A chance to solve a problem once, that's the price I'm offering. But not just anyone will do. First, the target must be a criminal; second, he doesn't belong to the people on the surface; and finally, he must pose a threat to you. I have ways to verify all three points, so don't take chances. In this way, the association won't be too concerned about this matter. Of course, it's best if the surface knows nothing about it."

In short, it was a gang leader.

Such a person usually had a large number of subordinates and gangs. Normal responses required lengthy evidence collection, ambushes, arrests, and trials. During this period, the company might suffer staggering losses. Direct

Using violence to solve the problem was much simpler. Judging from the other party's eyes, Roland knew that he must have encountered several similar situations.

Jiade hesitated for a while, "Mr. Roland, if you are serious, then the value of three household registrations is not equivalent."

Roland couldn't help but chuckle. Garcia's words were indeed correct—"Don't worry, my father is not an unreasonable person. In business, especially in transactions, he only values profits." Now, perhaps he should add something else: He knew very well when to advance and when to retreat.

"Just treat it as a deposit to reach an agreement. The three people around me are just the first batch. The final total should be around three hundred people."

"Three hundred... illegal residents?" Jiade said embarrassedly, "The police will definitely notice..."

"Just take your time. I'm not asking you to complete it in the near future. One year, two years... or even several years is not a problem. After all, this agreement is valid for a long time." Anyway, according to Celine, not everyone could calm down. People like Elena and Phyllis might as well follow him to rob Fallen Evils to supplement their household expenses.

"If that's the case... I might be able to do it."

"Then it's a pleasure doing business with you."

After the old secretary took photos of the witches, it meant that the transaction was also established—although it wouldn't have any written agreement, Roland knew that the other party wouldn't easily violate his promise.

Just as he was about to leave the room with the three of them, Jiade suddenly stopped him, "Wait... wait..."

"Is there anything else?" Roland turned around.

"My daughter, Garcia... how has she been recently?" Jiade hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "I've called her many times, but she hasn't answered..."

"Don't worry, she's been doing pretty well." Roland replied.

…

Watching the door close again, Jiade finally lit a cigar. After a long while, he whispered, "Is this person really just an ordinary person?"

"I have the same feeling," the taciturn secretary nodded, "That condescending attitude doesn't seem to be faked."

Ordinary people usually showed timidity, flattery, aloofness, pretended toughness, and other emotions when facing him. This was brought about by the difference in age, wealth, and social status. Natural power wouldn't change a person's disposition, especially someone like Roland who had just awakened.

However, Jiade didn't see the slightest bit of discomfort in the other person. Naturalness, relaxation, and a faint sense of overlooking almost came naturally, as if he had faced such a scene countless times.

But how was this possible? His age was about the same as Garcia's, only twenty years old!

Jiade realized for the first time that he couldn't see through someone at all.

…

"Such a transaction should not have been discussed by you." After leaving the compartment, St. Milan mumbled, "You are the king of two worlds. The way he looked at you was really too rude."

"If Lady El瑕 were here, she would have already put her sword to his neck," Duo Duo echoed.

"Since you are a king, then you can definitely do whatever you want." Tong En expressed her opposition, "Like Lady Akalys, she never cares about other people's opinions."

Hearing these remarks come out of the mouths of "young ladies" with vastly different images, Roland had a sense of both crying and laughing, "Who asked my ministers not to be able to enter the dream world? Besides, I told you not to call me Your Majesty outside."

"Yes, Brother Roland." The three immediately changed their words.

"By the way, are we going back now?" Tong En looked at the newly replaced buffet behind the hall and licked her lips unconsciously.

"The banquet should be held until late at night, but it's not good to make the other witches wait too long," Roland looked up at the darkening sky with amusement, "Let's eat for another half an hour and start on time when it's time."

"Understood!" The three looked at each other and ran excitedly towards the dining table.

Looking at their appearance, they really seemed like underage children. Roland couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He followed slowly behind, picked up the glass of champagne that he had not touched, and put it to his lips. Just as he was about to drink it, he remembered that he had driven here, so he had to put it down helplessly again.

Between this lift and release, the light golden champagne suddenly changed.

A stream of bright red undercurrent appeared out of thin air, like ink dropped into a cup, spreading in circles along the swaying wine—but it didn't dye the champagne the same red, but gradually condensed into a line of twisted words, appearing unexpectedly abrupt and诡异!

"Don't forget... our agreement."

The short sentence made Roland break out in a cold sweat.

He subconsciously wanted to throw the glass away, but he forcibly suppressed his impulse at the moment of letting go.

The force of the recovery was so great that he even pinched cracks into the base of the glass!

However, when he looked at the champagne in the cup again, there was no trace of the handwriting at all. It was still a pure and translucent light golden liquid, as if nothing had happened.