"Hehe, Young Master Xu, you needn't worry about me."
Xiao Wanfeng gave a dry laugh and scratched his head, only to pull out a handful of hair. His smile froze at once.
"I'll handle Gold-Rich Trading Company's matters. Hurry and get some rest—I'm giving you two days off!"
Xu Xiaoshou's scalp prickled at the sight.
He always felt Xiao Wanfeng was about to make history.
If the continent's first Sword Sect cultivator to drop dead from hiding swords and staying up late were born in First Pavilion Under Heaven, that would not be a good thing. It would be a disgraceful title that stank for ten thousand years.
"Alright, alright. I'll be going, then."
Xiao Wanfeng also realized he was nearly at the end of his rope. He hurriedly bade farewell and went to catch up on sleep.
"Young Master Xu really knows how to care for his subordinates!"
At that moment, Xiao Lian turned back in from outside, a smile on her pretty face. She said softly, "In our Gold-Rich Trading Company, this would just mean feeding him a Vitality Pill and a Hallucination Pill. After resting for an hour, he could keep working."
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
Was this the power of capital? That was downright demonic! Though Xiao Lian had kept her voice low, he could clearly see through "Perception" that, after hearing those words, Xiao Wanfeng's entire body trembled, and his pace quickened.
"So?"
Xiao Lian paid no attention to a mere mortal subordinate like Xiao Wanfeng and went straight to the point. "Young Master Xu has been busy making a spectacle of himself all over the Royal City these past few days. You haven't forgotten the proper business, have you?"
Xu Xiaoshou naturally knew what this "proper business" was.
There was still the matter of "pill