Regional Agent

Ning Rongrong's eyes flew wide open, her little feet stomping excitedly on the floor, the jeweled hair clip on her head bobbing with every movement.

"Delicious! So delicious! Grandpa Sword, you have to try it! This meat—it's crispy!"

She pressed her small mouth to the straw again and took a fierce slurp of the cola.

Fizz— Burp—!

A loud, fizzy belch.

The sharp bite of carbonation, combined with the rush of high sugar, gave this little princess—who had grown up on exquisite delicacies—her first taste of the simple, brutal joy that junk food brought.

"So this is... the taste of Happy Water?"

Ning Rongrong cupped her face, feeling so happy she might float away.

Chen Xin watched her delight with a fond smile, then curiously picked up his own cup and took a sip.

"Hm? Oh? This black water... it actually stimulates the taste buds so sharply? There's no soul power in it, yet the flavor is this aggressive."

Half an hour later, Ning Rongrong was sprawled bonelessly in her chair, a mountain of fried chicken bones and empty Happy Water cups piled before her.

"Burp—!"

She let out a loud, satisfied belch, rubbed her round little belly, and wore an expression of lingering enjoyment.

"Grandpa Sword, this Nezha Burger is way too good! It's ten thousand times better than those fancy snacks the sect chefs make!"

But then, the little demon girl's face suddenly shifted. Her lips pouted, and tears came on cue.

"But... but we have to go back tomorrow! When we go back, I won't be able to eat this anymore! Wah wah wah... Without Happy Water to drink, Rongrong will wither away!"

Chen Xin, who had been standing by the whole time, watched his little princess put on this pitiful act. He knew at least half of it was for show, but his heart still softened.

"Alright, alright, Rongrong, don't cry."

He let out a helpless sigh, then turned his gaze toward the small boss behind the counter, who was wearing sunglasses. A flicker of pride passed through his eyes.

In his view, any problem in this world that could be solved with money wasn't a problem.

And if money couldn't solve it, then a sword would.

Chen Xin straightened his robes and walked slowly to the counter.

At that moment, Su Yun was busy counting money.

Business had been explosive on opening day. He'd already turned away over a dozen wealthy landowners who wanted to buy his recipes or poach his staff.

"Little boss."

Chen Xin spoke calmly, his voice not loud but carrying an unspoken authority.

"Your skills are impressive. My Rongrong likes them very much."

"Name your price. Whether it's the recipe or you yourself, this old man will buy it. Come back to my clan, and I'll guarantee you wealth and honor."

Su Yun didn't even lift his head. He kept sorting the silver coins in the cash register, his tone dripping with impatience.

"Sorry, the recipe's not for sale, and neither am I. This shop doesn't do acquisitions, and I don't sell myself. Take a left out the door, no need to see you out. Next."

Another bumpkin who thinks a few stinking coins can buy the fruits of Earth's industry.

Su Yun rolled his eyes internally.

Chen Xin's brow furrowed slightly.

In all of Douluo Continent, no one had ever dared to refuse the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect so bluntly.

He was about to release a sliver of his Titled Douluo pressure to teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

But then—

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

A high-level alarm from Earth's command center suddenly blared through Su Yun's earpiece.

"001! Stop! Be nicer!!"

"That's a super big fish! Walking GDP!"

Brother Yong's excited voice nearly burst Su Yun's eardrums.

"Su Yun! After a secondary spectral analysis—that old man's plain robe has an extremely abnormal material reflectivity! The raw material value of that single piece of clothing could buy half of Notting City here!"

"And that little girl! The unassuming necklace around her neck has off-the-charts energy density! That's top-tier gem jewelry! These two aren't ordinary rich merchants—they're giants with top-level resources in this world!"

"Su Yun! Execute Plan C immediately! You have to lock them down!"

Su Yun's hand, counting coins, froze mid-motion.

Huh?

He pushed up his sunglasses and finally lifted his head, taking a proper look at the old man and the girl before him.

So they're super-rich elites traveling incognito?

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong, seeing that her grandfather seemed to be getting nowhere, immediately pulled out her trump card.

She hopped down from the chair and trotted over to the counter in small, quick steps.

Bracing her hands on the counter's edge, she revealed half of a delicate, jade-carved little head. Those big, limpid eyes blinked, gazing up at Su Yun with a pitiful look.

"Big brother~"

Ning Rongrong extended a pale, tender finger and gently poked Su Yun's arm.

"Just say yes to Grandpa Sword~ Rongrong really wants to eat this burger every day. If you come back with us, Rongrong will give you all her allowance! Pretty please~ I'm begging you~"

Watching this little girl—arguably the top-tier third-generation rich kid in this world—put on an adorable act before him.

Listening to Brother Yong's frantic shouts in his earpiece: "Get her! Get her! We want her money!"

Su Yun's eyes narrowed slightly behind his sunglasses.

Since she was such a colossal catch, wouldn't selling just a few burgers be a huge loss?

Taking someone away was out of the question, but I could turn them into my downline instead.

A bold plan, dripping with capitalist ambition, instantly took shape in Su Yun's mind.

The coldness on Su Yun's face melted away in an instant, replaced by a spring-like, warm smile—the exclusive trademark of a golden partner.

He quickly scribbled and drew on a piece of paper, then gently slid it in front of Ning Rongrong.

"Little sister, how could big brother bear to let you go hungry?"

Su Yun leaned forward, looking at Chen Xin and Ning Rongrong, his smile gradually turning sinister.

"Old sir, buying the recipe outright is no fun. It's just living off past gains."

"Seeing how extraordinary you two are, I'm sure your family has businesses all over the continent. Would you be interested in discussing a franchise chain deal with us, Nezha Burger?"

"Franchise?"

Chen Xin was taken aback. "What does that mean?"

"Simple."

Su Yun pointed at the huge Nezha Logo on the paper.

"You don't need to buy my store or buy out the recipe."

"You just need to pay a brand licensing fee."

"I'll provide the complete set of renovation blueprints and regular shipments of core ingredients. And you can open an identical Nezha branch in the most bustling area of your hometown."

"Then, that store will belong to your granddaughter. She can eat as much as she wants, whenever she wants."

"Plus, 90% of the store's profits go to you. That's what we call—making money while lying down, and keeping the kid happy at the same time."

Chen Xin looked at Su Yun, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

No need to research it myself, just copy it directly?

And make money on top of that?

Most importantly... Rongrong could eat it as soon as she got home?

For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which had no shortage of money but lacked ways to entertain a child, this was indeed the perfect solution.

"Interesting."

Chen Xin asked calmly, "How much?"