Volume Two: Naked Primitive Accumulation of Capital - Guilt

As Luo Qian left the Lu Household, he wiped the back of his neck and came away with a fistful of cold sweat! Playing the tyrant clearly wasn't for everyone. From now on, he would behave himself and live as an ordinary man: a farmwife, a mountain spring, a little plot of land, some trading, some smuggling, the odd bit of arbitrage—a comfortable little life.

As for that damned assignment... Zheng Daoguang would soon receive Meng Xiao's report. If the mission failed, it failed. It had nothing to do with him, Luo Qian. Lu Zhen had lost his mind, suffered a fit, been struck by a sudden bout of bedroom sickness—whatever the reason, he had charged in and attacked Luo Qian without warning. Secret Stingers had rights too. Luo Qian had merely fought back in self-defense.

Luo Qian sighed. He knew the shrewd Zheng Daoguang would never swallow that excuse, and a new worry seized him: what reason could he give for Lu Zhen attacking him on sight, without asking what was what?

With that weighing on his mind, Luo Qian returned to Phoenix Paulownia Mountain. The moment he entered, Du Lengning came out to meet him. "Old Luo! I talked to my father. He agreed to have Far Garment Hall work with us. We'll each put in half the investment and take half the profits." Luo Qian replied offhandedly, "How can that be right? We have the most important technology. We take seventy percent, he takes thirty. If he won't agree, I'll go to Fortune Treasure House, the Immortal Realm's second-biggest clothing business, and use a whole range of knockout products to crush Far Garment Hall..."

Du Lengning stared at him, dumbfounded. Luo Qian suddenly came to his senses and smiled sheepishly. "Heh. I'm joking. Don't take it to