This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!
Chapter 331: Talking Nonsense

Chapter 331: Chapter 331: Talking Nonsense

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o’clock at night.

Annie Roger’s Mansion.

This estate is nestled among a forest on the outskirts of Holy Oak, with a small path winding out of the trees, extending onto the highway. Just a bit further, one can see the lights of the Holy Oak villa area.

It spans 12 acres, with eight rooms, six garages, and twelve bathrooms, covering an area of 1200 square meters. It is surrounded by red brick walls and has a fountain in the center of a small plaza.

As Opportunity City went into decline and the rush for Spirit Production properties soared, real estate in Opportunity City became neglected.

Previously, this estate had been held by Lescott Spirit Production, but years passed, and it still hadn’t become a site of Spiritual Energy outbreak, so it was sold off.

After paying 5.62 million union coins, Li Moyang became the new owner of this mansion.

In fact, he had bought the estate before even coming to the United Federation, and had dispatched his own people to repair and renovate it. Now, the mansion had been completely transformed.

Tonight, the mansion was resplendent. Various luxury cars slowly drove past the fountain as the estate’s operational staff neatly helped guests park their vehicles in the parking lot.

A low-key, quiet, yet expensive banquet was taking place in the mansion’s great hall. With the soothing accompaniment of violins, the guests, holding flutes filled with fine wine, conversed in hushed tones.

Without exception, these individuals were all of Asian descent, ranging from 30 to 60 years old, and were chairmen and founders of conglomerates from various industries in the Fei Huang Republic.

Li Moyang did not enjoy such occasions, but he knew how important tonight’s gathering was. As servants bustled around him, he stood on the upper floor overlooking the hall, feeling as if he was in a dream.

"Are you ready, Mr. Li?"

Next to Li Moyang, a bald servant followed like a shadow, politely inquiring.

"Of course, let’s begin," Li Moyang replied coolly.

Accompanied by the bald servant, Li Moyang slowly descended the central staircase. The orange-yellow lighting in the scene was suitably dimmed a bit, focusing a beam of white light on him.

"He’s here."

"It’s Mr. Li."

"Mr. Li has arrived."

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The forty-some guests in attendance fell silent in an instant, all turning their gaze towards Li Moyang.

"Thank you all for coming here tonight. I think you all know me, or else you wouldn’t be here," Li Moyang said.

A modest chuckle arose from the great hall.

"I am not fond of long speeches, nor am I good at pleasantries. As leaders in your respective fields, I’ll cut to the chase," Li Moyang continued, taking a flute from the servant’s tray.

"They say people from the Fei Huang Republic don’t know how to do Spiritual Business. That’s why we are here. In the next two years, Opportunity City will be taken over by our Spirit Production companies. We deliver what we promise," Li Moyang raised his glass.

"We deliver what we promise."

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"I’ll hold you to that!"

The guests present didn’t cheer, they simply echoed the phrase softly, lifting their tall glasses in unison with Li Moyang.

Following the ceremonial-like speeches, everyone began to enjoy the night’s buffet-style cocktail party, either chatting about strategies, getting to know each other to foster potential collaborations, or just mingling in the calm and casual atmosphere.

Li Moyang inevitably had to clink glasses with a few people, not as the pioneer of Fei Huang Republic’s business sector breaking into the overseas Spiritual Power Industry, but as the youngest person there. It was precisely for this reason that he was chosen to be the speaker, representing the voice of the group.

As outsiders entering the Spiritual Power Industry of the United Federation, they were destined to face exclusion. Seeking opportunities for cooperation would also be extremely difficult. However, Wuan Heavy Industry, as the world’s number one all-around manufacturing consortium, had many partners within the United Federation. Entering the Spiritual Business circle should be somewhat easier.

"Opportunity City was once known as the city of cars, but now it’s become so desolate. The employment situation is dire, land and rent prices are inflated, and many resources are controlled by a few large Spiritual Businesses locally. How do we establish a firm foothold here?" asked a charming middle-aged lady, approaching Li Moyang with a smile.

She was the female chairman of the leading cosmetic group in the Fei Huang Republic, He Mei Consortium, still single at over 40 and had been involved in numerous scandals with many male stars.

"They say there’s no opportunity in Opportunity City, but as I see it, it’s full of opportunities—if you dare to seize them. The biggest few consortia here are actually just branch companies, like Si’s consortium, Lescott Spirit Production, etc. We can buy some small Spirit Productions and perform mergers..." said Li Moyang.

"That sounds interesting. I have some suggestions that could help us form a collaboration. Mr. Li, would you care to have a chat alone with me after dinner?" the chairwoman of He Mei looked at Li Moyang with an appreciative glance, her meaning clear to all.

"I’m afraid I can’t tonight, I have an important guest to meet," Li Moyang declined.

"Oh, that’s a pity, but there’s no rush. We will always have opportunities in the future," the chairwoman said with a smile.

The banquet continued until 11 p.m. before coming to an end. The guests returned to their hotels in their luxury cars. In time, the business might of the Fei Huang Republic would sow its first seed in Opportunity City.

Meanwhile, Li Moyang still had another important meeting tonight.

He walked towards the main guest room with a bald waiter. Before opening the door, Li Moyang looked at the bald waiter, who tactfully stood outside to wait.

Li Moyang entered the guest room, where the fire in the fireplace crackled. The room was unlit, and a woman stood beside the hearth, her back to Li Moyang.

"Would you like whiskey, or... water?" Li Moyang closed the door and walked to the glass cabinet to get two glasses.

"Whiskey," the woman said.

Li Moyang took a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, uncorked it, and poured two glasses. He then carried the glasses over to the sofa opposite the fireplace, setting them down on the coffee table.

"After tonight, everything will change," Li Moyang said, tilting his head back to pour the whiskey down his throat.

"Your initiative is commendable, but we have much more to do. I think it’s time to disclose some things to you, Mr. Li," the woman said.

"You’ve been a great help to me over the past few years. To be exact, you’ve provided Wuan Heavy Industry with technology that is over a hundred years beyond our current era, which has allowed our consortium to lead the global manufacturing industry, but I still don’t understand what this is all for, where you come from... Why do you have this technology? And why help me?" Li Moyang leaned back in the sofa, wondering.

"Of course, this is not assistance without expectation of a return, Mr. Li. If I’m not mistaken, Wuan Heavy Industry used to be known as Li’s Heavy Industry?" the woman said with a smile, turning around to pick up her glass.

"That’s correct, it’s a family business, not publicly listed," Li Moyang replied.

"What would you think if I told you that one day, an idea of yours will change the fate of all mankind’s future?" the woman took a sip of whiskey and asked.

Li Moyang was silent for a moment, lost in thought as he watched the flames in the fireplace. After a few seconds, he chuckled and said one sentence.

"Bullshit."

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