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A gentle smile curved Chen Xiaojun's lips as he stood quietly before the Duke Residence, his soft gaze seeing off one Soul Douluo after another.
Their figures gradually receded, disappearing into the bustle and clamor, while Chen Xiaojun's thoughts had long since drifted toward an even grander blueprint.
Such a massive flow of funds was by no means something a single department could handle.
The Chen Clan's Ministry of Finance, Management Department, Organization Department, and other divisions all needed to work closely together, each link fitting into the next, in order to ensure that the entire operation ran smoothly without obstruction.
And within this complex cross-departmental operation, Chen Xiaojun, the young master who held the reins of economic power, sat at the center and controlled the overall situation.
"Go on, keep smiling. I'd say you're so pleased you've given yourself an internal injury." A clear, pleasant voice rang out beside Chen Xiaojun like a silver bell.
Hearing her, the smile on Chen Xiaojun's face grew even brighter. He turned slightly and looked at the peerless woman beside him. "Grandmother, listen to you. You make your grandson sound so duplicitous, as if I'm hiding some unspeakable little scheme."
Though Xia Qingyun had already weathered the passage of years, that stunningly beautiful face of hers, like that of a woman in her twenties, was now filled with disdain.
She glanced at him and gave a soft snort. "Xiaojun, if you're still playing coy with your grandmother, that's no fun at all. Not straightforward in the least."
When Chen Xiaojun first met Xia Qingyun, it was as if he had suddenly seen the Star River pouring down.
For a moment, the young man felt the teacup in his hand frost over—only then did he realize that