Ren Mansion Business Settled

The next day, at the Ren residence.

Ren Tingting sat in the study at home, resting her chin on her hands, thinking about when Yang Xuan would come over and what their future life together would be like. Girls her age were in the midst of fantasizing about princes charming, holding dreamlike aspirations for love.

"Miss, the shopkeepers have arrived. They're clamoring to see you and are almost uncontrollable," the butler rushed in and said.

"Let them come up. Oh, has Brother Xuan arrived?" Ren Tingting asked.

"Mr. Yang hasn't arrived yet. I'll let them come up then. I'll be outside with some guards. If you need anything, just call me," the old butler replied with a hint of worry.

"Uncle, I understand," Ren Tingting responded.

Thump, thump, thump! Chaotic footsteps echoed in the hallway. After a group of shopkeepers entered the study, without waiting for Ren Tingting to speak, the tailor shop's owner directly said, "Young Miss, please accept my condolences. We are also very saddened by Master Ren's passing. Business in all our shops has begun to decline recently. I wanted to ask if you have any plans to continue the business. If not, we each want to take over and run our own shops."

Because Ren Tingting had lived in the provincial capital, she had heard some common business sense through osmosis. However, this was practically a forced ultimatum. She hadn't expected the shopkeepers to band together against her and felt a wave of injustice. "My father's seventh-day memorial service has just passed, and you're all colluding to seize my family's assets. How can you do this to my father?"

At this point, a restaurant owner chimed in, "Young Miss, we won't beat around the bush. The Ren family's business is already on a downward trend. Our main competitor is Huang Baiwan. Now that Master Ren is gone, we definitely can't compete. It's better to dissolve the partnership and go our separate ways."

Tap, tap, tap. A sound of footsteps, and the door opened. It was Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan walked in without a word, heading straight to a seat next to Tingting.

"You brat, who do you think you are? Is this a place you can just walk into?" the tailor shop owner immediately started scolding.

"Watch your mouth. What 'brat'? He's my man. What he says here is what I mean," Ren Tingting said, finding her backbone with Yang Xuan's arrival.

"Everyone, my name is Yang Xuan. I heard what you just said. You want to buy the Ren family's shops with your own money? I disagree. I'll give you two choices: either continue working diligently, and I'll send accountants to audit the books annually, or pack your bags and get out. Get out of Ren Family Town," Yang Xuan declared. After speaking, he walked to the desk, a slight flex of his muscles, and then sat back down.

"Out of nowhere, who do you think you are? This place has— Muffled sounds " The tailor shop owner hadn't finished speaking before the pawnshop owner covered his mouth. He glared at the tailor, then looked at where Yang Xuan had just been standing.

Two footprints, about an inch deep, were imprinted on the ground.

The tailor shop owner broke out in a cold sweat.

"Work diligently. If you do well, your salary will increase. If you don't, your salary will be deducted. If I discover any embezzlement, collusion with outsiders, or damage to the Ren family's interests, heh, be careful you don't lose your head while sleeping," Yang Xuan warned.

"Tingting, I need to go out tonight," Yang Xuan said.

"Brother Xuan, where are you going?" Tingting asked nervously.

"I need to pay Huang Baiwan a visit. I need to teach him a lesson. Otherwise, if he targets us in business, we might not even have the ability to fight back. After all, I'm not very good at business. On the other hand, Huang Baiwan has been entrenched here for many years, and I might not be his match in either overt or covert dealings. You know my strength, I'll be fine. I'll be back," Yang Xuan considered.

"Okay, Brother Xuan, come back early. I'll be waiting for you," Ren Tingting said.

"I'm leaving," Yang Xuan replied, jumping down the stairs.

He slowly put on his night-traveling clothes, which were essentially thick winter clothes, a mask, and a hat. As long as he wasn't recognizable, it was fine.

Even though he had a terrible sense of direction, Yang Xuan had no choice. Huang's mansion was quite large, but it was super easy to find.

He reached the wall on the side of the Huang residence, leaped up, and with a push of his foot, he was inside the courtyard. Damn, which room is Huang Baiwan in? A miscalculation.

He grabbed a servant who was urinating, choked him, and said, "Kid, do you want to live or die? If you want to live, tell me which room Huang Baiwan is in."

"Good sir, spare me! My master lives in the master bedroom on the east side," the servant said, his face pale with fear.

Yang Xuan pressed his thumb on the servant's carotid artery and exerted force, knocking him unconscious. Heh, the kid was scared enough to wet himself. Seeing the terrified servant on the ground, Yang Xuan quickly approached the master bedroom.

"You're Huang Baiwan, aren't you? You've been instigating those Ren family shopkeepers lately, haven't you?" Yang Xuan said, deliberately using a hoarse voice.

Seeing the strangely dressed man before him, Huang Baiwan knew this was trouble. "Who are you? This is between me and the Ren family, and it has nothing to do with you. Moreover, I, Huang, have been doing business here for a long time. I'm not necessarily afraid of you in covert dealings."

Huang Baiwan, having been in business for a long time, knew that the business world was like a battlefield. He had seen all sorts of schemes, tricks, and underhanded tactics.

Huang Baiwan bellowed, "Help! There's a robber!!!"

Instantly, the entire Huang residence lit up. Within a minute or two, over twenty burly men entered through doors and windows, all holding gleaming steel knives and pointing them at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan's expression remained unchanged. "You few good-for-nothings think you can protect Huang Baiwan? This is a personal grudge between Huang Baiwan and me. I'll give you ten seconds to get out, or face the consequences."

Of course, the thugs wouldn't listen to these words and didn't believe that one person could turn the tables in such a situation.

"Kill him! I'll take responsibility for whatever happens," Huang Baiwan roared. As more people arrived, their courage grew.

"Hack him to death."

"Let's go together!"

"Ah!"

A group of people chaotically charged forward, hacking wildly.

Tathagata Palm ~ Buddha Welcomes the West.

Invisible Inner Force formed into four arms that extended from his body, adding to his own two. The six arms madly employed the moves of the Eight Extremes Fist. It couldn't be helped; using this was already quite good. If he used multiple arms to unleash the Tathagata Palm again, Yang Xuan would likely be drained instantly.

As the invisible arms swung, six or seven thugs were sent flying, landing on the ground groaning.

Clearly, Yang Xuan had held back, otherwise, not a single one of them would have survived.

"Heh, quite fierce, trying to hack people to death, damn it," he said, seeing an idiot with a ferocious expression charging at him.

This move is good, but unfortunately, multitasking isn't possible yet. Otherwise, ten arms, ten different martial arts, wouldn't that be amazing?

Walking past the screaming thugs, Yang Xuan stood before Huang Baiwan. "Is that all? That was just a warm-up. Is there anyone else? I think you want to die." The last word, "die," was roared out, infused with true qi.

Huang Baiwan immediately felt his ears ringing, his vision darkening, and blood uncontrollably flowing from his nose and ears.

Huang Baiwan felt utterly helpless. This guy was no ordinary person. He could only back down for now and discuss it another day. After all, he had been navigating the business world for so many years; he knew when to yield. Otherwise, losing his life would render everything else meaningless.

"Esteemed~strongman, rest assured, I will absolutely never touch the Ren family's business again." Huang Baiwan felt it wasn't entirely safe yet, so he shouted towards the door, "A'Bao, are you there? If you are, hurry up and get in here for me."

A small servant with a shrewd glint in his eyes rushed in, "Master, what do you need?"

"Go to my storeroom and get 10,000 silver yuan in receipts, that piece of Divine Iron, and the book left by our ancestors. Bring them all to me," Huang Baiwan said, his heart aching.