Real World
In the Williams Family mansion in New Covenant Port, Federal Columbia, Old Williams sat in the main seat, his eyes coldly fixed on his three sons. Seemingly unable to bear the atmosphere, Jeston suddenly couldn't help but speak:
"Father, it's all my second brother's fault. If he hadn't leaked the information and then come to my door to delay me, my prison wouldn't have been destroyed! He must have colluded with people from other families; he's a traitor!"
"Father, I just..." Loken was about to speak when he was stopped by Old Williams' piercing gaze. Then, Old Williams gestured for Jeston to stop before he began to speak:
"I understand, Loken. I don't care if the three of you fight amongst yourselves, because that's a competition. But if outsiders are involved, it becomes a different matter. Do you understand?"
"I understand." Loken lowered his head, then whispered his explanation:
"I didn't contact any outsiders; I just recruited a group of mercenaries..."
"Are you really stupid, or do you think I'm stupid?" Old Williams interrupted Loken, who shuddered and immediately shrank back.
Old Williams turned his head again to look at his eldest son, Johnson, and said:
What role did you play this time?
"I only investigated Jeston's fund flows and Black Market accounts. You know, Father, those are family channels after all. It's normal for me to pay attention when such a big commotion suddenly occurs."
Johnson spoke calmly, as if it were nothing more than a trivial matter. Old Williams shook his head, said nothing more, and turned his gaze back to Jeston.
"This is Loken's fault. Afterwards, two of his research institutes will be transferred to your name. I will send people to help you with the projects, but apart from that, I need to know the whole story of this incident, understand?"
"Yes, I understand!" Jeston shrank back like a quail. Then Old Williams waved his hand, signaling his other two sons to leave. Soon, only Old Williams and Jeston remained in the room.
Facing his father, Jeston dared not hide anything. He recounted everything, from the Trojan Horse Plan to Feng Xue's ability to create Phantom Object, to the subsequent interference from other forces, the Ghost's escape, Feng Xue's disappearance, and the Ambulance Demon, among other information. Old Williams' expression shifted between solemn and relaxed, and in the end, he simply let out a long sigh.
Jeston watched his father's expression, his heart leaping into his throat, but soon, a relieved reply rang out:
"Although you're a bit slow, you've had really good luck. Not counting Han Meimei, the Trojan Horse Plan alone is extremely valuable. I'll send someone to take over Fran and his research group later. Don't worry, you'll get a share of the project's output."
"Well, Father, that's not what I meant," Jeston quickly explained, but Old Williams simply shook his head.
"Whether you think about it or not, clear rewards and punishments are the ancestral teachings of the Williams Family. Alright, you should go back to Saint Lotan now. You suffered a considerable loss this time as well. I'll transfer some money from your elder brother to you later."
"Okay!" Jeston immediately stood up, seemingly oblivious to the underlying warning in his father's words, then, as if remembering something, he said:
"By the way, Father, I'm planning to open another hospital this time. How about you help me find a reliable hospital director?"
"How could you have such an idea?" Old Williams suddenly looked at his son with some surprise. Although the hospital was indeed a lucrative business, his son didn't seem to be suited for it at all!
"The legend of Han Meimei, that Ambulance Demon, gave me a bit of inspiration. Saint Lotan may not have much else, but it's teeming with thugs like Wild Dog. Instead of letting them waste money on illegal drugs, I'd rather donate it to the hospital. I plan to hire a few mercenaries to impersonate Han Meimei. Then I'll handle the ambulance and medical bills all at once. If they can't afford it, I'll just auction them off and put them in jail as free labor. It'll even improve public order. The mayor of Saint Lotan might even owe me a favor..."
"..." Even with his extensive life experience, Old Williams was stunned by his son's idea. If it weren't for the fact that a paternity test had been done long ago, he would have seriously doubted whether this thing was actually his own.
Of course, it wasn't that this was impossible, but he knew very well that it was a way to make quick money in the short term, and it was unrealistic to expect it to last. However, considering that it wasn't easy for someone as clever as Jeston to think of this, he nodded and said:
"It just so happens that your second brother's research institute has quite a few medical patents. We'll include them in your compensation. You should also Dim Sum and not just think about making a quick buck."
"Understood!" Jeston seemed very excited that his father had affirmed his thoughts, and his whole demeanor brightened. It was easy to imagine that, for some time to come, the shadow of the Ambulance Demon would loom over the entire Saint Lotan City...
Yan Guo, Xidu City, Bao Shui District, Ping An Road, Cuixing City, Unit 1, Room 604.
An ordinary family was preparing dinner when suddenly a cell phone notification sounded in the room. The middle-aged woman, who was cooking, picked up her phone, glanced at it, and then said:
"Yaoyao, did you secretly buy something again? Or is it from Colombia...?"
"No?!" Chen Xiyao opened the door, looking puzzled. Seeing that her daughter didn't seem to be lying, the middle-aged woman frowned and said:
"Could it be your father? Never mind, I need to cook, go get some food."
"Knew."
Chen Xiyao nodded and quickly ran downstairs. However, she soon became less calm. As a high school student, her English vocabulary was not enough to fluently read the Victoria text on the package, but she still recognized the signature "fengxue"!
"Sent by Feng Xue? Oh my god! He's come to the Real World? But why is it Colombia?" Chen Xiyao was shocked, but immediately rushed back home. Although according to regulations, she should report to the Supernatural Tale Countermeasures Bureau at this time, she considered that if she did that, the item would definitely be taken away, and she might not be able to see it again for a long time.
With a touch of selfishness in her heart, the girl returned home, pulled a small knife from under her skirt, and quickly opened the not-so-large package.
Then, what appeared before her was a small, handwritten booklet bound on A4 paper, and a letter without an envelope. Ignoring the booklet labeled "Golden Bell Shield," she focused her attention immediately on the letter—
"To Chen Xiyao:"
"First of all, thank you for your concern these past few days. Secondly, I hope the address you gave me is genuine. Regarding the Bu Tiange, I've figured out two cultivation routes that can increase leg strength and speed. You can try practicing them. Also, don't forget to study math and astronomy diligently; you'll need them..."
Then there's that book, "The Twelve Levels of Golden Bell Shield." Although the last level is difficult to master, even an ordinary person can reach the third level in a few years. It's the easiest beginner-friendly technique I can offer right now.
"This cultivation technique isn't for you, a girl. You should continue Bu Tiange. I'll find you a suitable one later. This manual is mainly for you to submit to the authorities. Hmm, maybe the person receiving the package is an official, so I'm being blunt—"
"I need enough fame. As long as you can make more people know my name, I have plenty of secret martial arts manuals."
"Who cares about you!" Chen Xiyao stomped her foot in dissatisfaction as she looked at the simple contents of the letter, but then quickly consoled herself:
"Right, he must have been worried that the official channels would open it first, so he didn't tell me much. Yeah, that must be it!"
After saying that, she immediately packed the package and then said to the kitchen:
"Mom, I'm going out for a bit, I might not be back for dinner!"