CHAPTER 307: CHAPTER 307: CELEBRATION AT THE SANQING PAVILION_1

The two of them set off to take care of business. Both were Protectors of the Nether Cult, and now joining forces, they figured it would be enough to give the Ghost Dao Sect a tough time.

Dong Qi laughed. "This Ghost Dao Sect is asking for trouble."

Chu Hao didn’t even take the Nether Cult seriously, so why would he care about a Ghost Dao Sect?

Honestly, even Dong Qi didn’t take the Ghost Dao Sect seriously—the only one who amounted to something was their Ghost Dao Sect Leader.

In this circle, power and strength were also classified into tiers, with the Ghost Dao Sect considered second-tier and the Nether Cult a first-tier sect, naturally overlooked by them.

Liang Qian nodded. "I feel like following Master Chu might not be a bad thing."

Dong Qi nodded. "I also think that we should handle this beautifully. There’s no need for our lord to take action against the trivial Ghost Dao Sect; just the two of us will do."

Liang Qian smiled gently, a truly tempting sight that made Dong Qi lose his focus for a moment.

"Let’s go. If we do it, we do it beautifully. The good days for the Ghost Dao Sect are over."

Once they set out, they began to investigate and seek out the Ghost Dao Sect, determined to crush this evil sect.

Sanqing Pavilion was thriving, with Magic Artifacts selling off one after another. The least expensive one was priced at ten thousand, and there were a lot of buyers, showing that Anli City had many wealthy people.

Of course, there were also those who hired their services to handle supernatural events.

Yu Sicheng and Wang Meng were already overwhelmed with work. Dragging Ju Desheng, who was mediocre at best, into the mix to deal with normal ghosts was no problem at all.

Zhang Qin’ai was thrilled about yesterday’s surge in business, excited beyond measure.

Chu Hao took a look and exclaimed, "How come it’s so much?"

The grand opening yesterday had surprisingly reached a total of fifty-three million! That figure left Chu Hao somewhat incredulous.

Zhang Qin’ai excitedly said, "Didn’t a few bosses come yesterday? Boss Cao, Boss Qin, and Boss Zhang—each of them purchased three items on the third floor."

The merchandise on the third floor comprised high-quality amulets and mystic Magic Artifacts, with the lowest being priced at three million.

There were also books about mysticism, which Chu Hao had directly priced above ten million, shocking many people.

"So it was those three guys," Chu Hao nodded.

Chu Hao added, "Qin Ai, I’ll leave the financial matters to you."

Zhang Qin’ai was somewhat excited; their one-day income exceeded even that of major companies. Managing such large finances for the first time, how could she not be excited?

Zhang Qin’ai swallowed hard and asked, "Am I... capable?"

Chu Hao laughed. "Believe in yourself. If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask Auntie Fang."

Zhang Qin’ai, although having only interacted briefly, also felt that Fang Linxuan was no ordinary person. She was just curious why she would want to work as a salesperson at Sanqing Pavilion.

Holding the ledger, Zhang Qin’ai chuckled. "Ah-Hao, you’re so young to start a company, earning millions daily. Aren’t you achieving your dreams too quickly? Could that go to your head?"

Chu Hao dared not get complacent. He had only realized after his trip to the Underworld that there were far too many formidable individuals around. The likes of Black and White Impermanence were Ghost General Level, not to mention the many big shots of the Underworld. Even the Yang Realm was not simple, as it harbored a hidden Demon Emperor.

Not just the Demon Emperor, but also creatures from a billion years ago, like the Ghost Winged People and so on.

This world was no longer as he knew it: bizarre and mysterious, full of fantasy.

Chu Hao said, "When you open the door to another new world, you’ll find that you are actually very insignificant."

Zhang Qin’ai rolled her eyes. "Of course you’re different. As for me, I’m just an ordinary person; I just need to live my life well."

On the second day of Sanqing Pavilion’s opening, as the biggest boss, he ought to celebrate, so he took a group to sing karaoke.

Even the female models from next door were invited; after all, everyone had helped out a lot yesterday. Chu Hao went straight to Zi Gui’s place, booked the Emperor’s private room, and started to have a blast.

Zi Gui knew that Chu Hao was coming and immediately arranged for top-tier service.

"Wow! This is the Emperor’s private room! The boss is so imposing and dominant!"

The new employees, upon seeing the Emperor’s private room, were all wide-eyed; it was said that this Emperor’s private room was designated for bosses with assets over a hundred million.

Even bosses worth over a hundred million might not be able to come here to party often.

With an air of dominance, on the second day of the grand opening, Chu Hao brought them to the Emperor’s private room to have fun.

During this time, many people came to drink with Chu Hao, and he didn’t refuse anyone.

He drank them under the table, until they lost their memories, until they sang "Conquest."

No way around it! Brother Hao was just that awesome.

At eleven o’clock, Diao Chan, Fang Linxuan, Luo Yan, and Qiu Yun’er arrived.

The presence of these three beautiful women made the other girls in the Emperor’s private room envious and jealous.

Especially Diao Chan; with minimal makeup and a change of clothes, she was drop-dead gorgeous, becoming the most dazzling focus of the room.

When Chu Hao saw Diao Chan, he stared blankly for a full minute, the corners of his mouth curling into a happy smile.

The Emperor’s private room was overflowing with women, creating an imbalance with too few men. The girls started to grumble about the lack of male company and could only coax the few men there to drink with them.

Wang Meng, Yu Sicheng, Ankang Mo, and Ju Desheng were the unlucky ones, drinking until they were utterly disoriented.

"’Big Boss Chu, I toast to you,’" Ji Bingbing, a girl who was always bold, said as she approached, about to sit on Chu Hao’s lap.

However, seeing Diao Chan looking at her with a smile—a very beautiful smile—Ji Bingbing, for some reason, didn’t dare to meet her gaze, shivered, and didn’t dare to sit on his lap.

Chu Hao felt it too. Baby Diao Chan is just so formidable, putting that brash Ji Bingbing in her place.

"’Drink.’ Chu Hao didn’t refuse anyone."

Diao Chan laughed and said, "Brother Chu, I want to drink too."

Chu Hao nodded.

Then, she tried a sip of beer, only to find the taste strange; her frowning face was captivating.

Fang Linxuan, pulling Luo Yan aside, whispered, "Silly girl, you need to move fast. This lady’s beauty is otherworldly. Mommy spent the afternoon with her, and she’s elegant, poised, and well-versed in the arts—simply too exceptional."

Luo Yan was speechless. "Mom, what are you thinking about all day long?"

Fang Linxuan responded, "You silly girl, Mommy is helping you. You can’t miss out on such a good young man."

Luo Yan, feeling exasperated, said, "There’s really nothing between me and Chu Hao. Why won’t you believe me?"

"If there’s nothing, you can create opportunities, you silly girl." Fang Linxuan thought about how last time had been such a pity.

Luo Yan covered her pale forehead. "Why do I feel like you’re acting like those matchmakers in public squares now?"

Fang Linxuan felt wronged and was almost in tears. "Is... is that what you think too? Mommy has no other intentions; I just want you to have a good future."

Luo Yan’s heart skipped a beat, and she replied, "Mom, don’t cry. I was wrong, okay? I admit my mistake, isn’t that enough?"

Fang Linxuan sobbed, her eyes welled up with tears as she said, "Then you should go after him!"

Luo Yan was speechless. "Fine, I’ll go then, alright?"

Fang Linxuan immediately smiled; there were no tears, just a full display of her acting talent.

Luo Yan felt helpless as she looked at the young man drinking, a vague sense of confusion deep inside her. Should I really go after him?