What Makes an Immortal

Just as Sister Shen had said, Wang Tiechen had actually known her back when he was first building his fortune. At the time, he had met Sister Shen's family through bank loans.

After all these years, Chairman Wang was no longer the man he used to be, and he had basically had no contact with Sister Shen.

However, when it came to making things difficult for Treasure-Gathering House this time, Sister Shen had charged at the forefront. Wang Tiechen had known about it long ago. He did not even resent her that much; he merely sighed—when Qin lost its deer, all under heaven chased it. Wasn't that simply how things worked in this world?

What surprised him more was this: Well, Little Shen has quite a bit of clout. I really underestimated her all these years.

In truth, if she had not hitched herself to Feng Jun's wagon and happened to choose the perfect moment by sheer coincidence, Wang Tiechen's underestimation would have been understandable—she could only have caused Treasure-Gathering House a little trouble. Was there any need to take her so seriously?

But things were different now. He wanted to find someone to mediate, only to discover that after looking around, no one was more suitable than Sister Shen.

So Wang Tiechen put aside his pride and took the initiative to contact Sister Shen yesterday, expressing his willingness to bow his head to Feng Jun.

Sister Shen had already decided to teach Treasure-Gathering House a harsh lesson, but when Wang Tiechen came to her personally, she still felt rather flattered. Damn, so you do realize I'm this impressive?

No matter what, she still had some history with the Wang Family. The friendship from back then could not simply be erased completely.

But she was unwilling to give up what