Celestial Night Emperor

The Night Emperor!

The god of Da Xia.

He crushed the Celestial Demon in the Northern Domain and vanquished the myriad ghosts of the Southern Domain!

The entire Song Family stood in solemn silence, their eyes filled with fanatical worship and awe.

In the Jianghu, the strong are worshipped above all.

And the Night Emperor was the strongest of them all in Da Xia.

Song Hongjun was also overcome with emotion. “If I could ever have the chance to meet the Night Emperor, I, Song, could say I haven’t lived in vain.”

After a moment of reflection, he slammed his hand on the table. “That bastard who sent me a coffin is in University City on West Garden Street right now. Just as I thought, he’s shacked up with Song Mingzhu. That damn pair! Hmph. We won’t move on them directly just yet. Think of a way… we need to use some other means!”

A general manager from one of the Song Family’s businesses laughed. “Don’t worry, Old Master. This is too easy. Song Mingzhu gets by on that milk tea shop of hers. I’m familiar with the brand she sells. The head of their marketing department is a buddy of mine.”

A glint appeared in Song Hongjun’s eyes. “Then get it done, and fast! I want that damn pair to lose everything and end up sleeping on the streets!”

The man from the Song Family immediately made a call.

“President Zhao? About your ‘Sweetie Tea’ brand… you have a lot of small franchisees, right? The ones who open up little storefronts and do takeout…”

“Heh, you’re too kind, President Zhao. I just have a small favor to ask!”

Sweetie Tea was moderately well-known in Shangdu, and anyone could open a small franchise store with a deposit of 100,000 yuan.

Song Mingzhu was one of these small franchisees. It was only by relying on this increasingly popular milk tea brand that she was able to survive in a big city like Shangdu.

Qin Tianxuan was currently preparing the ingredients for the milk tea.

It was early in the morning. Song Mingzhu had just returned from taking her daughter to school when she saw this scene. Her heart warmed, filled with gratitude.

“Brother Qin, how can I let you do this kind of work? Let me!”

She deftly began preparing the ingredients for the day. Qin Tianxuan was looking through a brand brochure for Sweetie Tea on the table when he suddenly asked, “Mingzhu, what are your plans for the future? Do you want to keep selling milk tea forever?”

Song Mingzhu wiped her hands, a little embarrassed. “I’ve always liked drinking milk tea, and I’ve been running this little shop for several years. I’ve grown attached to it. To be honest, I’m very satisfied with my life right now.”

It was peaceful and stable, and she could quietly raise her child.

Song Mingzhu’s expectations weren’t high. The hardships of life had worn down her spirit.

Qin Tianxuan fell into thought.

After helping Mingzhu clean up, he stepped outside and sent an order to Wang Hou. “Look into the parent company of that Sweetie Tea. See if we can acquire it!”

Wang Hou quickly replied, “Sir, an acquisition would be a bit difficult. It seems there’s a powerful financial conglomerate behind Sweetie Tea. They’re quite arrogant. I hadn’t even finished speaking before they hung up on me.”

Trying to acquire a company out of the blue, it was perfectly normal for the other party to get angry and hang up.

Qin Tianxuan smiled slightly. “Alright, I understand.”

His trip to Shangdu had a more important purpose: to find traces of Qin Zhan Jun. The Daqin Royal Family had established its influence in Shangdu many years ago. This Qin Zhan Jun had issued a challenge to lure him here, so why was he now hiding and refusing to show his face? ‘What kind of conspiracy is playing out behind the scenes?’

Meanwhile, Wang Hou, as the leader of the God of Wealth Hall, was quite displeased. “Sir, I’ll head to Shangdu at once and see just how incredible this company really is. I refuse to believe anyone would reject an invitation to cooperate with us!”

Qin Tianxuan had only asked casually. If it could be acquired, he would buy it and give it to Song Mingzhu, providing a reliable foundation for her and her daughter.

It didn’t matter if he couldn’t buy it. Shaohua’s family was his family.

With him looking after them, Song Mingzhu would never have to worry about the rest of her life.

Just then, the street began to bustle with activity. Suddenly, a small car pulled up in front of the shop, and three men in suits and leather shoes stepped out.

The man in the lead had triangular eyes, the very picture of a sinister and cunning person.

Seeing them, Song Mingzhu hurried out nervously. “Manager Zhang, are you here for an inspection?”

He was the market supervision manager from Sweetie Tea’s parent company, and he also managed the small franchisees in this area. The manager, Zhang, strode in impolitely with his men and immediately waved his hand. “Inspect everything, from the hygiene to the products! Strictly according to the franchise agreement!”

The two men with him started rummaging through everything with snickers, tracking mud from their shoes all over the freshly cleaned floor.

The cleaning had been done by Qin Tianxuan himself. It was a habit he had developed over many years of military campaigns; every nook and cranny was spotless. There was absolutely nothing wrong.

As for the products, that was even less of a concern. Song Mingzhu had always been a conscientious person.

No matter how they looked, there were no problems to be found.

The two inspectors exchanged a glance, both frowning.

‘We came here today specifically to find fault, but this shop is just too perfect.’

One of them coughed, and they both began filling out the form with a show of diligence. “Hygiene: fail. Multiple safety hazards found. And… there are issues with the product packaging as well.”

This was exactly what Manager Zhang was waiting for. He whipped out the contract with a SHWIIISH. “Song Mingzhu, is it? Our Sweetie Tea is different from other companies. We implement the strictest management of our franchisees. According to the rules, you have three serious violations here. That’s a fine of three thousand! Pay up immediately!”

“Manager Zhang, could you be more specific? Where exactly did I fail inspection?” Song Mingzhu grew anxious at once.

Manager Zhang rolled his eyes. “I said you failed, so you failed! If you don’t like it, you can go right ahead and report me to the main office. See if they support you or me! You dare to roll your eyes at me? You think I’m fucking scared of you?”

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