Another Treasure-Dropping Money coin, and a lead on Ma Liang

All hail Chef Qin! Qin Fen had dusted off his backside and left, utterly unaware of the outrageous things he had done in the island nation of the Three Thousand Lesser Worlds. Without even trying, he had set the course of history and pulled it onto the right track. What a towering achievement! Granted, his strides had been a little too long and a little too hasty, but as the saying went...

It didn't matter whether a cat was black or white, as long as it caught mice. When you crossed a river by feeling for stones, a few setbacks were inevitable. Now Qin Fen had selflessly helped the island nation's people skip all those troublesome intermediate steps. His merit was boundless! Don't fall for him—he was a legend!

As for whether this would seriously affect the modern Mortal Realm, trigger another restructuring of the island nation's industries, revive its economy, and bring it out of the winter of crisis... well, they would just have to wait and see. In any case, Qin Fen felt that Ms. Hata had been very dedicated lately, filming without even taking a break. Clearly, that industry was about to enter a glorious new era.

Right now, he was utterly focused, clearing his mind of distractions and concentrating on painting. What did Japan's business have to do with him? It wasn't as though he could control it. Mitsui had done all that, okay? Besides, he really hadn't intended anything of the sort. When people communicated, you could never predict how things would turn out.

Big Chef lowered his eyes and stilled his mind. His gaze shone, and his brush worked like magic. With a turn of the tip, he began sweeping ink across the paper at an astonishing speed.

This wasn't Fu Qiang's first time