Name

Company.

Since they want to do some work in Comora and have made requests regarding weapons, funding, and other aspects, and want to develop the business, the best vehicle for this is, of course, a company.

You can't just become a warlord or something.

It's so ugly.

Moreover, in the arms trade, you have to find a pretext to send weapons to Africa warlords. That's called colluding with dictators and supporting authoritarian forces. But if you sell arms from one company to another, it looks better on the surface. That's called free trade. With a little sleight of hand, you can even call it humanitarian aid.

In short, establishing a company would serve many benefits: externally, it could act as a medium for Kang De to interact with various countries; internally, it could serve as a cover for him to generate revenue through the otherworld and the White Mist World.

What's your name?

That evening, after having a China meal at the embassy, Kang De picked his teeth, quite satisfied.

This chef is skilled; his sweet and sour pork is excellent. Right now, he's sitting on the roof of the embassy, with his father beside him. The two of them are gazing at the sky over the Comora, digesting their food without moving. One good thing about Africa is that development is slow, the air is clean, and you can see the stars at night.

Kang Jinzhu, standing nearby, replied, "Dragon Group —that's definitely what your mom would say."

Kang De rolled his eyes and said, "Dragon Group Company, how strange, it doesn't sound good."

His father glanced at him while scrolling through his phone and asked, "So, what do you suggest we call him?"

The son hesitated without answering, Kang Jinzhu teased, "Just accept your fate. You and your mother are both terrible at naming things. Call me 'Dad' a few times, and I'll help you think of a nice name."

Kang De glanced at him sideways.

It's not that I can't think of something.

It's not that there are too many choices.

His experiences over the past year or two have been tumultuous and extraordinary. The many things he has experienced and the many people he remembers, those names, can all serve as a memorial.

The origin of everything: the Holy Seal Archipelago, Akatum who granted him the power of time and space, Goth whom he helped and protected, Nick Valentan, and even Tina, Cleveland... and many more.

The father was still saying, "If it weren't for the risk of being sued for copyright infringement, we might as well just call him Kang Wang."

Kang De rolled his eyes at him again.

As expected of a married couple, the father's next words were even more explosive. "If you call him that, Wang Yongzhi will probably know what's going on. You marry Xiaoman, seize Wang Yongzhi's family fortune and business, and the two families become one. The title of 'Kang Wang' will be real, and you'll have the foundation for your company. You can even make Wang Yongzhi work for you. If he doesn't obey, you can get the government to deal with him. Your father-in-law as an employee, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

--I think I heard something similar from Teacher Li, who advised Kang De to quickly take over Xiaoman, preferably by forcing a marriage after she became pregnant, and then take over the Fengqiao Group, thus seizing Wang Yongzhi's life's work.

Whether this couple was on the same wavelength or had secretly discussed it in bed, it's hard to say.

Kang De sighed, "Uncle Wang has made a bad choice in friends. Decades of friendship, decades of brotherhood, and he turns out to be a heartless scoundrel. If it were me, I would have severed all ties with you long ago."

Upon hearing this, Kang Jinzhu actually sat up and stared at him with wide eyes.

Kang De thought his father was about to spout some shameless nonsense again, but Kang Jinzhu exclaimed in surprise, "You're not even refuting Xiaoman's statement—no, this isn't refusing to refute it, this is avoiding it! You like someone else?"

Kang De nearly jumped up. "No!"

"..."

"..."

The father and son looked at each other in bewilderment.

After a moment, Kang De exclaimed angrily, "If anyone dares to tell, I will... I will..."

Kang Jinzhu rolled her eyes and said, "What do you want?"

"I advised Teacher Li to dump you, find someone young and fresh, then submit a report to the government saying you should come and help, send you to the most remote village in the Comora to collect data for me, for thirty to fifty years first, and then have the king match you with a black woman of similar age, the kind with an IUD..."

"Hey, you unfilial son! Just wait and see..."

What are you going to do?

Kang Jinzhu reluctantly withdrew his hand; he couldn't fight anymore.

The two stared at each other for a while, then Papa Kang asked, "Who is it?"

Kang De sat back down some distance away and said in a muffled voice, "No."

"That means they're paying you to eat it, so you're too scared to go."

"... You don't understand."

"Oh."

"What the hell are you talking about, you old Sow?"

Kang Jinzhu held out his hand and said, "Let me see the photos."

"No."

"Who is it?"

Kang De leaned back, gazing at the sky, and after a moment of silence, said, "Well, it's not love, but I have a good impression of her. Who wouldn't like a girl with a good personality and beauty? But you've mentioned marriage, which is far from the point. I don't know how to tell you this..."

He sighed and said, "In short, I don't want to talk about that right now."

"Why?"

"For no reason."

Hearing this, Kang Jinzhu fell silent.

Kang De also remained silent.

Why? Because I'm afraid.

A person's experiences shape their character; this is a constantly changing process. As time goes by, as experiences unfold, and as the years pass, this is called growth, this is called change.

What Kang De experienced and changed during those one or two years almost surpassed the lifespan of an ordinary person.

On the Holy Seal Archipelago, he was a pessimist, sending out messages to the outside world every day, but to no avail. He treated his diary as his last will and testament, trying to leave his mark on the desolate world.

Day and night, year after year, it is always the same.

On that night in Glittering Sand Town, he experienced life and death. If it weren't for a coincidence that could be described as fate, he wouldn't be here now. Instead, he would have already died under the cursed divine power and become a skeleton in the White Mist World. In every battle and every thrilling situation that followed, the enemy went from a local tyrant to a powerful hegemon of the world. Blood debts and hatred grew, and there were even mysterious and unpredictable enemies from outer space.

Can they keep winning?

Is it possible to live forever?

What will the future hold?

With these thoughts in mind, he dared not respond to Tina's feelings. Tina may have sensed this and gently tolerated it. He still left his will in the most secret place, as well as an inheritance enough to ensure his parents' livelihood for half their lives. He always thought about the future and was prepared for someone to leave him one day, even though that possibility caused him heartache whenever he thought about it.

Pessimism, hesitation, morality, dilemma, and choice.

At this moment, I recalled the heroic words, "With the Xiongnu still undefeated, how can I have a home?" Perhaps, just perhaps, the heroes of yesteryear uttered such words not only out of heroic passion but also out of tender consideration.

If the Xiongnu are not yet destroyed, and the general dies on the battlefield, why leave behind an orphan and a widow with no one to rely on?

At this moment, the father said quietly, "What exactly are you doing?"

My father had asked this question before.

Then, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, don't tell me. I don't want to know."

But what father wouldn't want to? Just like the mother on the phone, who didn't ask any questions about Kang De's supernatural powers, how could she not be curious? But the more people who know, the greater the risk of a leak.

I'd rather know nothing than risk my son's health.

Kang De said slowly, "I am doing what you have taught me to do."

Kang Jinzhu sighed, "I'd rather you were a little selfish... My God, a hot-blooded, unpolished young man with superpowers is simply the most terrifying kind of 'ally of justice'."

"I will."

Kang De turned to look at him. "I promise, if danger comes, you will be the first people I think of."

Kang Jinzhu didn't say anything, but patted him on the shoulder.

On the other hand...

"What?"

"Picture."

"..."

"Why don't you post a picture?"

"..."

"Let me see!"

"... I really can't do anything with you. Don't tell anyone. Just keep it to yourself after you see it."

"Alright, I'll see... hiss!"

"Look, look, see..."

Who is this?!

"Look, look, look closely!"

"... Who are these again! How come there are more! And this one too! Are they sisters?!"

"... Keep your voice down."

"How come there's even white hair?! Damn! You're having too much fun!"

Curiosity can not only kill a cat, but it can also keep a middle-aged man awake at night with jealousy.

That night, Kang Jinzhu finally understood just how awesome it could be to be a superpowered person.

The next day.

Looking like he hadn't slept enough, Kang Jinzhu came downstairs and saw Kang De playing on the uneven bars with a group of armed police officers. Goodness, they were practically treating this place as a performance venue for the Olympic gymnastics finals.

Upon seeing his father, he leaped down in a flash. "You're awake?"

Kang Jinzhu asked with a dark expression, "Have you had breakfast?"

Kang De nodded and said, "I ate it a long time ago."

"... when?"

"About five hours ago," Kang De said proudly, "My biological clock is still on Beijing!"

... That's nonsense. Given the time difference in that other world, it would have been completely chaotic long ago.

However, the body enhanced by the Black Beast crystals can do whatever it wants.

Kang Jinzhu frowned and said, "It was still one or two in the morning five hours ago. Who are you going to ask to make you breakfast?"

Kang De blinked his innocent, wide eyes. "Xiaoman."

"..."

"Yes, I ate it when I went back to China."

Having teleportation abilities allows one to do whatever one wants, but after seeing those photos last night, Kang Jinzhu felt not envy, but contempt. He spat, "Scumbag!"

"Mind your own business, you old man!"

Even so, Kang De still accompanied his father to the canteen for breakfast. Eating together was secondary; the main reason was to disgust people.

Have you decided on a company name yet?

"I've made up my mind. I've been flipping through the dictionary for ages."

"... What's your name?"

We'll talk about it later.

Kang Jinzhu shook his head. Whatever, it's just a name, how bad can it be?

The name doesn't matter; what matters is the company itself.

"Yesterday I joked about you taking over Wang Yongzhi's business, but there's one important point: companies need manpower. Where are you going to find talent for this company? From Wang Yongzhi? With government support? Let me make it clear, I'm not doing that. I..."

"Alright, I didn't mean for you to get involved. Once this storm passes, you can just transfer back to China and enjoy some alone time with Teacher Li. Spend more time looking at your wife and stop being jealous of your young and handsome son."

"Grass..."

Papa Kang had originally intended to feign indifference and wait for his son to come begging, but he never expected this little bastard to dare to do this.

So, what are you really thinking?

"Let's discuss it with the King."

He now needs to cooperate with the country; he can't let the country handle everything. What kind of business would it be if everyone in the company was sent by the government?

Just then, voices came from the dining hall entrance. The father and son turned around and saw the king's gleaming teeth shining even brighter against his dark face. "Kang De! Jingzhu!"

Kang De stuffed the small milk-filled bun into his mouth, stood up, and said, "Want some?"

"I've eaten, I've eaten," the king said. "I need to speak with you about something."

Kang Jinzhu poured the remaining pickled vegetables into the porridge, stirred it, and gulped it down. "Then let's go to the ambassador's office to talk... From today onwards, there will be a lot more to do."

The four met in the office.

The ambassador obviously had something to say to Kang De, and the king also had something to discuss with Kang De, but the matters were arranged from easiest to most difficult, so Kang De spoke first, since starting a company only required the king's signature.

"I've already thought of a name."

Kang De, under the gaze of the ambassador, his father, and the king, took a deep breath and smiled with satisfaction.

"Let's call it..." he said firmly, "The Africa Weapons Sceptre League!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"... ah?"

The ambassador and the king exchanged bewildered glances. After all, they were blood relatives. Once Kang Jinzhu came to his senses, he spoke without any politeness, "What a terrible name."

"Africa, Comora, right? Africa in the name, normal. We're definitely going to deal in arms, so let's add weapons, no problem, right? Yesterday I was crowned chieftain, the king gave me a scepter. This isn't just my personal power, but the power of the vast people of Asia, Africa, and Latin America. We must unite these powers to drive out the evil Europe colonizers and imperialists..."

"... wait and wait."

Papa Kang interrupted his son's explanation, "I didn't ask you to explain this, I asked you to explain why you spent all night thinking of such a terrible name? And you even looked it up in the dictionary?"

Kang De sneered, walked to his desk, picked up a pen, and said, "Anyway, that's the name we'll use."

"It's so hard to pronounce," Kang Jinzhu said. "Look, everyone who hears it has no idea what you're talking about. Others find the name strange and can't remember it at all."

Kang De raised an eyebrow and said, "They will remember it, no matter how convoluted it is, people will remember it."

After saying that, he laughed out loud, "And it's not difficult to pronounce at all."

I picked up a pen and began writing on the paper.

Africa Weapons Royal Power Union.

Africa, of Africa, African.

Weapons, lots of big bangs, weapons.

Sceptre.

Alliance, union, league.

"Read together, it's: African-Weapons-Sceptre-League."

Kang De, with a flourish of his pen, wrote this line of English text, along with the abbreviation: "Abbreviation--"

"AWSL!"

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PS1: You didn't expect that, did you? Damn weaklings, not a single one of your hundred-plus posts even remotely touched on anything. You guys are too young, you can't keep up with my pace at all. (Shakes head)