Love That Came to Nothing

"I suddenly found a new avenue: exploiting the conflict between the New Nobles and the Old Nobles!"

"And this can gradually improve Bart's public image."

"By making myself a representative of the Old Nobles, I'm sure plenty of New Nobles will be willing to step up and challenge me, an Old Noble!"

After returning home to March Star, Yang Bo had gained a much clearer understanding of his plans going forward.

Honestly, Yang Bo didn't want to be a bastard himself. Of course, what happened before had been Bart's doing.

Being a bastard was admittedly quite satisfying. He wouldn't have to care what anyone else thought.

But living in this world, a person still needed to have some aspirations.

He still had to care about his reputation.

The main thing was that fishing was too difficult. He had to consider every angle.

A conflict like the one between the New Nobles and Old Nobles was simply impossible to reconcile.

This would be the beginning, continuing until the New Nobles had no choice but to admit he was better than them.

Of course, by then, he would have harvested just about all the suckers he could.

"Feng San really showed up at just the right time!" Yang Bo felt that Feng San was his lucky man.

While Yang Bo was at home studying food, Liu Zhijie was attending a reception hosted by the Swordplay Association.

"Welcome, everyone, to the Swordplay Association." Looking at the crowd, the association president had already raised his guard. A small number of those present had come with other motives.

Yang Bo had tens of billions in his hands. Looking at the women at the venue, all dressed to the nines, some of them had definitely come for Yang Bo.

What they didn't know was that Yang