The Tying of Interests

As night fell, the crowds at Jingqi Pavilion gradually dispersed.

The farce immediately became the hottest topic on everyone's lips.

Since communications still hadn't been restored in most areas, there was neither internet nor signal. For now, the news could only spread by word of mouth.

Even so, it was quickly passed along through every available channel.

With Zhending Flavor closed for the day, business at the other restaurants in Ruzhou City was exceptionally brisk.

But every table's conversation kept circling back to Jingqi Pavilion's opening that day.

"Fusheng Money House took a massive loss this time. Their forced purchase failed, and they even lost their coffin money."

"Serves them right. They shouldn't have been given a chance at all. Damn, how are those bastards so rich? 2.4 million netherworld coins? Does anyone really deposit money in their money house?"

Some people raised the question, since 2.4 million netherworld coins was an outrageous sum.

Even for Professionals, a Side Quest would earn at most a few hundred netherworld coins. And even if you braved a maze city, you'd make only a few thousand at best.

A sum of 2.4 million netherworld coins was enough that a Professional could work their whole life without sleep, food, or rest and still might not save that much.

Even if everyone deposited their money at Fusheng Money House, how many people would it take to add up to 2.4 million? No one they knew had ever mentioned keeping money there.

Many people couldn't make sense of it.

But there were genuine experts in the restaurant, and they merely smiled scornfully at the question, offering no explanation.

Fusheng Money House was Changchun Association's purse. That was an open secret.

Its purpose was to make money.

And how did it do that...? Had everyone forgotten about