No matter what Bison's father was like on the surface, his wording in letters was always rigorous and official, without a trace of ambiguity. He and Emperor were complete opposites.
Emperor was the kind of man who signed his name with alcohol and tobacco—a hip-hop singer.
That was probably why Fengchi Logistics had single-handedly taken on nearly all private courier business in Lungmen, while its operations spread across the entire land. Such a colossal enterprise needed effective corporate management.
"What do we have to learn?"
"Father said that for someone like Emperor to run Penguin Logistics without going bankrupt, he must have something worth learning from."
"Huh?"
That was not praise.
How sarcastic!
Used to it, used to it. Emperor had long since gotten used to this sort of thing.
Young Master Bison was still very young, not even old enough to drink. That was why Emperor had given him lime juice.
He was nervous.
Something must have happened while Exusiai was bringing him here. Although Emperor had no idea what it was, he could be almost certain it was nothing good. He did not care, though, and simply continued reading Bison's father's letter.
It was so long. He did not want to read it.
After reading for quite a while, he discovered that the request had not been made to Penguin Logistics alone. Yae Sakura of the shrine had also been asked to offer the delicate Young Master Bison some valuable advice.
Or perhaps the letter did not say that at all, but Emperor had seen it anyway.
Mm, he had seen it.
"I'll notify our partner right away. That woman's partners in Lungmen, aside from the Guard Department, are only Penguin Logistics."
"Who?"
Bison had clearly not read his father's letter. Emperor had no intention of clearing up