Chapter 1293: Chapter 58: The Most Important Thing Is Keeping Your Word
“Tsk…”
Li Mumu was a bit disappointed.
This bastard not only has a gun made of iron, but his heart is made of iron too, without any flaws.
“Have you ever fantasized about the joy of two won sharing one man?”
“I did.”
“Hmm… hmm?”
Li Mumu instantly got flustered.
“But Shen Qingxi is out of the question. By the way, when are you going ho? Don’t you miss your sister?”
Wang Yunxiao skillfully deflected and shifted Li Mumu’s attention to another topic.
“Miss her? Her mom doesn’t even want her; why should I miss her?”
Li Ya’s personal abilities and personal character are completely uneven.
In terms of being a mother, the word “scum” best describes her.
She left Mu Qingqing just half a year after birth to go to Penglai, choosing to teach rather than stay at ho with the child.
Li Mumu wasn’t as heartless; although Li Lingling caused her quite a bit of trouble.
But what does Li Lingling’s sins have to do with Mu Qingqing?
To be fair, Li Mumu still really likes and misses that little bundle of joy.
Thinking about this, the urge to continue teasing Shen Qingxi diminished.
“I even ordered a big cake.”
“Alright then…”
Li Mumu sighed, seeing you are sincere, I’ll generously forgive you.
Yeah, right!
The winter break is still long; I have plenty of ti to settle the score with you slowly.
Shen Qingxi… let her be for now. She probably enjoys the feeling of being neglected.
“I don’t like it!”
Watching that couple drive away from the window, Shen Qingxi was so angry she trembled.
What jealousy, you clearly take as part of your play between the two of you, don’t you?
The surrounding space was sealed, preventing her from leaving through normal dinsional traversing ans, leaving her to use real-world solutions.
Li Mumu didn’t even leave her a pair of underwear, rendering her completely unable to go out.
Despite being a lady from a distinguished family, she still has her sense of sha, right?
Given the situation, there was no other choice.
Shen Qingxi found a bathrobe in the closet, tightened the belt, picked up the phone wanting to call the front desk, only to find even the phone line was unplugged by Li Mumu.
Beast! What did you learn while furthering your studies?
But a re phone line couldn’t stump an engineer of the Heretical Path like Shen Qingxi, who swiftly reconnected it successfully.
“Hello, is this the front desk? I’m a guest in room XX, please send a set of clothes over, any style will do. I’ll give you a phone number, call Miss Mogred and say her boss wants her to co imdiately.”
“Okay, Ms. Shen.”
After hanging up, Shen Qingxi blinked, feeling sothing was off, but couldn’t pinpoint it.
Wait… the voice sounded familiar, and I don’t recall saying my last na was Shen.
As the hairs on her neck stood up, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.
So soon?
Shen Qingxi cautiously approached the door, looking through the peephole.
There was Wendy, wearing a hood, looking grim, holding a stack of clothes outside, eting her gaze through the peephole.
Yikes!
Shen Qingxi chuckled awkwardly, “Wendy, we have a longstanding relationship, haven’t we worked well together when Li Mumu wasn’t around?”
“That’s right.”
Wendy nodded expressionlessly, “Do you still want the clothes?”
How dare I want them? Who knows if you’ll stuff itching powder in the clothes…
Shen Qingxi instinctively wanted to refuse, looking towards the window, considering the possibility of smashing it to escape.
But at the last mont, a mory from the past suddenly appeared in her mind.
It was before Li Mumu went to Penglai for further studies, while transferring her assets, she specifically instructed three things.
First, don’t get any ideas about my husband.
Second, don’t doubt Wendy.
Third, rember to buy baby formula for my sister.
Wendy was different from the three of them, she was a follower of the God of Credit, Nyarlathotep.
A collapse in credit would have unpredictable consequences.
Thinking about this, Shen Qingxi decisively opened the door.
In just those few seconds of hesitation, the pale-faced girl outside the door grew over ten centiters taller, and dozens of writhing tentacles underneath the cloak clung to the door fra, blocking the entrance tightly.
With a calm expression, Shen Qingxi took the clothes from her hand, offering a cordial smile, the bizarre sight instantly vanished, as if it were just an illusion.
Damn, that was scary!
“Credit is the premise for maintaining capital operation.”
Watching Shen Qingxi clumsily change clothes, Wendy kindly reminded, “The one I worship has now arrived in Tiann, and His power will radiate throughout various aspects of society. If you have any unsettled accounts or unfulfilled promises, it’s best to resolve them quickly. Otherwise, there will be unpredictable consequences.”
Shen Qingxi was startled, hurriedly asking, “Are you talking about Nyarlathotep? Will she stand with the Four Seas Comrce Guild?”
“You’re asking the wrong question.”
Wendy shrugged, “You should ask whether the Four Seas Comrce Guild is willing to worship Nyarlathotep.”
To put it bluntly, whether the Four Seas Comrce Guild is willing to uphold credit.
Credit is like morality.
Everyone wants others to have it, but it doesn’t matter for themselves.
This is especially true for comrcial capital.
So-called ancient comrcial wisdom often revolves around exploiting loopholes for profit while others adhere to credit.
Many uncultured people particularly enjoy such narratives; for example, a certain clever person swindling money from a dog emperor or a wealthy tycoon, cursing without profanity, achieving benefits while being praised…
Their level of understanding allows them to only understand stories of this level; repackaged and applied back to themselves, they just can’t comprehend it.
The Four Seas Comrce Guild didn’t co to Tiann for charity.
The grain, oil, rice, and flour they sent, the discount coupons, once they monopolize the market, they’ll earn them back sooner or later.
Will they be creditworthy?
With whom will they maintain credit?
Thinking about this, Shen Qingxi suddenly smiled with relief.
She realized her previous perspective was a bit narrow.
The so-called four outside halls are rely scapegoats being pushed out into the open.
A prominent company like Tianhua is a fish on the chopping block.
Mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
The true reaper has already arrived.
While Shen Qingxi, Li Mumu, and Wang Yunxiao were imrsed in the pleasant atmosphere of mutual play, in another corner of Tiann City, a fuse quietly burning for so ti had finally ignited a powder keg.
Recognizing that the local officials this ti were unwilling to continue compromising, and handing over the master behind the scenes, while internal financial chains collapsed, and massive financial gaps couldn’t be filled, the conflict between Pacific Bank and Tianhua Company exploded in an instant.
Soone has to fill such a big hole; no one wants to, but they have to. Saying you don’t want to is useless, others will kick you down.
First to be kicked down was Poison Dragon Hall, clueless about their own position.
With enthusiastic citizen reports, the Seaside District police efficiently arrested the Poison Dragon Hall gang notorious for market coercion, with Hall Master Long Xiaotian resisting arrest and being shot dead on the spot.
This man was truly wicked.
Who burned Tianhua Company’s warehouse? It was him!
Who robbed the Pacific Bank vault? It was him!
It’s him! It’s him! It’s the evil force Long Xiaotian!
Whether others believe it or not, a dead person now can barely serve as an account to all parties, granting Tianhua and Pacific Bank more buffer ti.
About those grand promises made before, about growth and success and shining again, with backing to go forth boldly…
Dead n don’t talk, who cares about these things now.
However, those eager to fill the pit didn’t realize.
The chain of credit quietly collapsed at this mont.
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