Aooo Aooo Aooo…
Whoo Whoo Whoo…
In the mountains, the carriage moved at a steady pace, the four horses normally pulling the carriage had turned into eight great Grey Wolves.
This was probably the first ti in their lives these Grey Wolves were doing such a task. Initially unskilled but novelty made it exciting for them; they ran while howling and seed surprisingly happy.
Suming and Chengcheng were now the ones driving the carriage, Chengcheng to be exact.
Old hunter Avitu, who had been living at the foot of the mountain, felt bewildered sitting inside the carriage. Compared to these people from the East, especially compared to Mr. Su sitting in front, he felt like a stranger who had co to the mountains for the first ti. The mountains were entirely the other party's ho turf and paradise. Apart from showing the way, he couldn't help with anything else.
Ah, one has no choice but to accept aging, Avitu thought as he petted Ashis's head. But then again, even when he was younger, he didn't seem as fierce.
Chengcheng had quite a knack for controlling animals, skillfully directing the eight wolves pulling the carriage. Back in Yangchuan City, she often visited the zoo, where she was a distinguished guest who didn't need a ticket. She road around freely. All the animals in the back hill that could carry her had been ridden by her; the Wolf brothers had been her victims too, not to ntion the wild boars and wolves. Once, she even thought about riding a tiger, which frightened the zookeeper to death.
Suming leaned back in his seat, allocating so of his spiritual power to help Chengcheng handle the 'wolf carriage'. A gentle breeze blew towards him, calming him completely as he thought about the recent events.
Earlier, when his spiritual power failed for the first ti, he was indeed terribly frightened, leading to a feeling of despair toward everything.
But now that he cald down, it seed that the change ca too suddenly, and he didn't prepare ntally, thinking too extrely about many things.
Now, considering the stage of developnt Taoyuan Group had reached, if one day he really lost the help of spiritual power, things wouldn't collapse as he had earlier imagined.
All the enterprises under his na - the fishing company, Great Sage Liquor Industry, entertainnt companies, film companies, tourism companies, and others like reserves and dining - except for the film company which still couldn't stand on its own, all other companies had already made their mark in the industry.
With the help of spiritual power, the products and services of these companies would be exceptional, even unprecedented, making them miracles within the sector.
But without spiritual power, would these enterprises cease to operate?
Perhaps not. With all the key elents already in place - talent, facilities, managent processes, market positioning, and even with substantial reserve funds - these companies could still operate as normal even without spiritual power, possibly just developing slower, no different than other companies of the sa type.
As long as there are no major decision-making mistakes, they definitely wouldn't collapse overnight; they'd just develop slower, and might need to give up so parts of the business to focus on others. If all else fails, they could concentrate on maintaining what has been achieved.
As for himself, it was not possible that he'd regress to an ordinary white-collar worker again. In the worst-case scenario, he'd probably beco an ordinary small or dium-sized entrepreneur, living a life far better than most; a better outco might be, after a decade or two of hard work, owning a decent publicly-listed company, reaching the threshold of a true wealthy circle.
Take ten thousand steps back, even if he did nothing and sold all his current assets at a discounted rate, it would be enough for him and his family to live leisurely anywhere in the world.
With his current reputation in Huaxia and a little bit of international fa, as long as he didn't ss up, nobody would purposely trouble him.
What more could he want? Why was he so afraid before?
Sitting in the carriage, feeling the cold wind, Suming closed his eyes and ditated.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes.
He understood. The reason he was afraid of losing spiritual power, aside from wanting to achieve sothing truly significant in his lifeti, there was another major reason.
Or perhaps, from the mont he acquired the ability to befriend animals, he had made a resolution.
To avenge his father.
A vendetta for a murdered father that could not be shared under the sa sky!
Details about that year's events were sketchy for both his mother and his father's organization; only a few clues hinted at the complexity beyond simple analysis.
Over the past year, as his financial and influential power grew, Suming had been quietly gathering information through various channels about the events of that year. Although the information was sparse, it was certain that those who killed his father weren't rely a poaching team.
Behind this team, there was a large shadow.
Later dealings in Sun Town with the Italian, an encounter with Park Jeong-ui in Qinling, and the earliest encounter with poachers from Huaxia in the back mountains, all signs pointed to a massive organization ntioned by Park Jeong-ui: The Garden of God.
Suming couldn't confirm that The Garden of God was responsible for his father's death, but it was definitely related.
Facing the mysterious and vast Garden of God, ordinary tycoons and general forces were insignificant.
Without superpowers, without Friends of Animals, he might never have been able to avenge his father, forced to live with this burden his entire life.
Only those who had similar experiences could understand the psychology of a child whose father was murdered; this psychological knot had been with him from childhood, often concealed behind jokes and laughter, yet at tis of quiet nights, a choked feeling of frustration lingered in his heart.
Without resolving this knot, Suming felt that no matter how much money he made or how much love he had, his life would feel incomplete.
Perhaps he could live comfortably, even happily, but his life would definitely be marred by a significant defect.
Suming feared that he wouldn't be able to close his eyes on his dying day.
That was the real reason for his fear just now.
"The Garden of God..."
Suming muttered these four words to himself, this incident was like an alarm for him.
Life could be long, but so matters needed to be addressed urgently.
At that mont, his mobile phone rang, surprisingly there was still intermittent signal in the mountains.
Looking at the last flickering signal bar, Suming estimated that if he moved any deeper, he would completely lose the signal.
The caller was Shen Yan.
Before departing, he had given a photo of Professor Eisenberg to Shen Yan, asking him to check the visitors to the zoo over the past six months.
Shen Yan used the simplest and only thod available, facial recognition technology, which was very ti-consuming for a human but much simpler for a computer.
The results were in: Professor Eisenberg had visited the zoo and the back mountains in Huaxia more than twenty tis in half a year, often pausing in front of the habitats of rare protected animals.
One ti, the cara captured a detail where Professor Eisenberg, with a ring on his finger, touched a dolphin at the aquarium. Instead of behaving affectionately as usual, the usually friendly and approachable dolphin flinched away as if electrocuted.
"Okay, I understand."
As soon as Suming finished speaking, the line went dead; he looked down and indeed, he had lost signal completely.
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