Ning Fengzhi watched the gold card swipe across the other man's terminal, feeling as if a piece of his flesh had been carved away.
It hurt.
But what hurt more was the taut string in his mind, stretched tight for decades, finally snapping with a sharp twang.
The richest man on the continent? Sect Master of the Upper Three Sects?
In the face of that young man's casual "Let's settle the bill," those titles sounded like a joke.
"Pleasure doing business, Mine Manager Ning."
Qin Feng's voice pulled him out of his daze.
Ning Fengzhi stiffened, the muscles in his face twitching.
Mine Manager?
He, the dignified Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, was now a mine manager?
The humiliation in that title was worse than a slap in the face.
But he couldn't argue.
Because what he had just signed wasn't merely an order for a thousand tractors. It was a contract "transferring" all of the sect's mineral resources for the next several decades to the Umbrella Corporation at an obscenely low price.
It was called a contract, but it was really no different from an indenture.
"Boss Qin..." Ning Fengzhi forced a smile that looked worse than crying. "Rongrong, she..."
"Don't worry, Mine Manager Ning." Qin Feng patted him on the shoulder. "Your daughter is undergoing labor reform here, and she's doing exceptionally well. Once she can independently design and assemble a Gearbox for a Douluo Terminator, I'll award her an Outstanding Employee certificate. Then you can take her home in style."
Independently design and assemble one?
Ning Fengzhi's vision went dark.
Didn't that mean his daughter would be stuck tightening screws for the rest of her life?
Beside him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin's face, usually as cold as an iceberg, was now covered in