Return of the King, Dominating the City

Chapter 1237 - 1222: Shopping with You

"I think you can divide the matters here into two parts."

Qingluan said, "One part is in the visible circle of commerce, and the other part is the legitimate gray area. Managing these two separately is better than concentrating all the power in one person’s hands."

"Separate management?"

Song Yun furrowed his eyebrows, then gradually relaxed them.

"Let Song Yan bring people for the commercial part. As for the gray area, I’ll handle it myself," Song Yun said, "I’ll arrange for someone to be stationed in Guangdong for the long term. However, as for whom to arrange, I’m not sure yet. I’ll decide later."

"Hmm, we’ll talk about it later then."

Song Yun is not a deity; he doesn’t have three heads and six arms. His base is in Sunan, and his home is in Sunan, so Song Yun won’t put all his energy into Guangdong. Otherwise, he’d be exhausted, wouldn’t he? It’s best to find a trustworthy person, then delegate the power to them, making himself comfortably a behind-the-scenes worker, that’s enough. After all, everyone already knows that the market in Guangdong is mine, Song Yun.

"Alright, let’s sleep." Song Yun stretched lazily and said, "By the way, Qingluan, when I was unconscious, I vaguely heard someone’s voice. A few people appeared then, who were they?"

Qingluan chuckled and replied, "A Kunpeng, a Po Suo Shijia, and a War God."

Song Yun’s expression tightened, "These three... did they unite to come find me?"

"If they teamed up, we wouldn’t be here now." Qingluan said with a smile.

"Why did they appear together?"

Song Yun asked doubtfully.

"Kunpeng came to avenge his brother." Qingluan said, "Last time you disabled the Qilin, Kunpeng was in closed training. Once he came out, he directly came to Guangzhou to seek revenge."

"And... what about Po Suo Shijia? I remember that person as the personal guard of the Rothschild Family’s clan leader, why did he come here?" Song Yun asked.

"That person... came to protect you, along with the War God." Qingluan said.

"How is that possible!" Song Yun stared at Qingluan in shock and said, "He’s here to protect me? I have no connection with the Rothschild family, especially that heir of theirs."

"They said the Rothschild heir doesn’t want you to be killed before you fully grow." Qingluan replied with a mischievous grin.

"Hey hey, Qingluan, what’s with that smile?" Song Yun remarked at Qingluan’s rare mischievous smile, "I really have nothing to do with him, and you know, I’m only interested in women."

Qingluan nonchalantly nodded and said, "Now Kunpeng, I don’t know why, but he’s getting stronger, even stronger in a way that’s beyond my imagination. I’ve heard Kunpeng has entered the realm of legends."

"Entered the realm of legends?"

Song Yun heard this term for the first time and asked curiously, "What does it mean to have entered the realm of legends?"

"When someone achieves enough success to create legends in a particular field, and with the acknowledgment of luminaries in that field, they earn the title of legend. It’s an honor and the greatest recognition of one’s ability, similar to the Oscar’s Best Actor or Actress."

"Wow, isn’t Kunpeng absolutely badass now?" Song Yun asked in astonishment.

"Looks like it." Qingluan nodded, "At least Kunpeng now has the capability to battle with my master."

"Gosh!"

Song Yun was shocked, thinking Kunpeng was already absurdly strong, but now he’s gotten even stronger and has entered that legendary realm.

"How am I supposed to fight in the future!" Song Yun felt a bit powerless to complain.

"Heh, your progress has always surpassed his. It’s only a matter of time before you surpass him. As of now, you’re nearly surpassing me!" Qingluan said with a smile.

"Oh?" Song Yun’s eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Yes, Zhou Jin is thirtieth on the War God List, and you already have enough capability to kill him, so you are also thirtieth now." Qingluan said, "Congratulations, Song Yun."

"Hehe." Song Yun shyly scratched his head and said, "This couldn’t have happened without the help of the people and society."

The two chatted for a while and then went back to their own rooms. Song Yun lay on his bed in his room.

When he woke up.

The sun was high in the sky.

Since there’s been nothing much going on recently, Song Yun no longer wakes up early as he used to. Although he didn’t always wake up early when at home, since coming to the Pearl River Delta, Song Yun indeed started waking up quite early every day, with the pressure omnipresent here, as if he were splitting into two.

There are too many and too complicated matters.

Now, everything has finally gotten on track, and he has become the biggest winner. Next, he should enjoy the fruits of victory, naturally sleeping until he wakes up naturally, counting money until his fingers cramp.

After getting up, Song Yun took Qingluan out for a meal. The two have entered a rather mysterious state now, as if they were real lovers. Walking on the street, they would hold hands, and Song Yun no longer felt as pressured as before, however, the two never developed further, merely holding hands and strolling together.

"I’ll make sure to hang out with you around Guangzhou City tonight." Song Yun said apologetically to Qingluan after the meal, "I have some things to deal with in the afternoon."

"Go ahead with your work." Qingluan gently fiddled with the hair next to her ear and said, "I happen to have some things to attend to too."

"Alright then." Song Yun said, "See you tonight."

"Mm, see you tonight."

The two parted, Song Yun went to discuss with Song Yan about him taking over the Pearl River Delta industry, while Qingluan walked off a bit farther.

A sports car slowly stopped in front of Qingluan, she got in and drove away into the distance.

Before, Song Yun intended to discuss with Song Yan about who should take charge of the commercial section, but he found that Song Yan had already arranged it all. Song Yun could only sit in the conference room, feeling helpless, smoking a cigarette.

In the blink of an eye, it was past seven in the evening. After talking on the phone with Qingluan and confirming the meeting spot, Song Yun hailed a taxi to head there.

The meeting spot was at the exit of a commercial pedestrian street. No sooner had Song Yun arrived than Qingluan appeared within his view.

Today, Qingluan wore a simple white dress, carrying no bag or jewelry. She gave off a refreshing and elegant vibe.