Chapter 1194 - 1191

"Become the eternal end producer?"

"Do I have to die too?"

Upon hearing this, Ansheng raised his hand, pointed at his little fox face, and looked at Little Angel to inquire.

"Aren't you my dad? I have risen to power, won't all these belong to you?"

"Blue Star falls into my hands, I'm in charge of managing, while you, Master Fuli, are responsible for enjoying it, the whole Blue Star is free!"

Little Angel proudly spoke as if he had already anticipated Master Fuli's question, smoothly calling him dad.

The world is so vast, if one day Master Fuli suddenly had the whimsical thought of wanting to take Blue Star, wouldn't he also need an asset management team to handle his family's enterprises?

The Lin Family was one option, but even if they worked themselves to death, it's impossible to manage everything.

So... why not recommend myself?

"Me too!" Triss saw this and couldn't think of anything to express loyalty temporarily, so she simply chimed in.

"Master Fuli, my Brahman..." Although Feina was somewhat puzzled by what she heard, since her friend Triss had already expressed loyalty, she spoke words of praise as well.

"Actually, it's nothing major, it's just that back in Furui City, I was ambushed by the Mayflower Leader, reciprocally, I'm preparing to hit them back once."

Master Fuli spoke of what he and Old Li planned to do after the new year.

Initially, Ansheng didn't understand why Old Li invited Little Angel and the others.

But after hearing Little Angel's flattery, Ansheng immediately understood Li Wenkang's intention.

Living in the world, there's no way of not needing money and food.

The encounter in Furui City made the Witch King flee. If it could happen once, it could happen again, so knowing he couldn't get involved, the Security Bureau prepared to form another small team.

Master Fuli fiercely attacked the Immortals.

The financial crew organized by the Security Bureau secretly dismantled the Mayflower Organization's funding pool, undermined the business groups controlled by the Immortals, with one maneuver to sever resources and networks controlled by the Immortals.

This way, even if the Immortal escaped and returned to the organization, he would face only a mess.

Even if the Immortal still had funds, he lost the network and political power, attempting a comeback or engaging in fungal research, the existing laws and regulations would be a mountain on top.

The Landlord of Longevity, who divided up Mayflower Organization's remains, wouldn't sit back and watch the former enemies return.

Once Mayflower collapses, the gold coins and political legacy it reveals will have deep impacts.

"Turns out it's dealing with the Mayflower, awesome, I've always disliked them; their controlled news media criticize the food safety of my family's enterprise all the time!" Little Angel said with joy upon hearing this:

"I'll immediately start having the confidants in the group collect corporate blackmail material, once you give the command, we'll promptly move to collapse their stock price."

Though the media exposed food problems, they were indeed factual.

But Mayflower knew all along yet said nothing, waited for a suitable timing, then caused the death of dozens of people, employed the administrative power and lawyers, issued sky-high fines and massive compensations, thus slicing the Landlord of Longevity.

Little Angel's food company was fined and confiscated more than 430 million dollars for manipulating beef prices and E. coli issues, with tens of millions in compensation.

That time, Little Angel was so angry he laughed, his sold food did have issues.

But what food could be consumed and have a person's head explode like a watermelon upon death?

Yet in court, the Mayflower Organization possessed the capacity to call a deer a horse.

They also controlled the Federal Army's dispatch offline, clearly a humiliation and robbery, but you couldn't resist.

Because resisting wouldn't achieve anything, at most you could hold a masquerade and not invite them.

Now, upon hearing Master Fuli wanted to deal with the Mayflower Organization and their leader, the phone was on the clothes upstairs, otherwise, Little Angel could immediately dial a number to the Pirate Victim Alliance.

There were hundreds of landlords persecuted by Mayflower in the Longevity Club.

Among them, the unluckiest one had his oil tanker stave, and the minor oil spill resulted in a 22 billion fine.

"I can pull together a victim alliance, you just need to provide force, I'll handle everything else for you."

"Can I distribute lemon cola now? I'll have them hang cola at their doorstep when the time comes," Little Angel jumped up excitedly, taking the initiative to ask Master Fuli.

"Even if you were to launch a nuclear bomb in America, we could cover it up, just let us know beforehand and we'll pull out the internet cable at once."

Little Angel threw in the capital, revealing everything he could do to Master Fuli.

"Seems like the Mayflower Organization's reputation in the financial world is quite atrocious." Ansheng remarked with a strange look towards Little Angel who was ready to burn fireworks.

"It's worse than that, they're notorious pirates; earlier, they even organized a mob to storm Financial Street intending to hang us....."

"Forcefully extorted over four billion, back in the 10's, that four billion has grown to hundreds of billions due to interest." Little Angel angrily explained.

"......." Triss and Feina listened as if witnessing an immortal as Little Angel recounted his grievances.

Speaking of billions here, several hundred billion there, and over forty billion dollars there.

To Triss, never mind hundreds of billions, even at a price of ten million, her life could be bought out.

Though Feina's family condition was slightly better, it wasn't much of an improvement; when Lin Clan moved two billion assets, it grew to nearly ten billion dollars, almost wiping out the entire family.

Upon hearing Little Angel mention the fines.

Their thoughts could only converge on one notion: Is this really the capitalist world? Filled with milk and honey everywhere.

"Since you're so confident, I'll leave the matter of mobilizing public opinion to you....."

Ansheng jumped down from the rock, looking at Little Angel and said: "Also, handle your bodies well, they're blocking the entrance."

"Rest assured! I'll move it right away, chop it with a meat grinder and bury it in the garden....."

Little Angel excitedly followed, ready to head to the kitchen to find a meat grinder to shred his own body.

"By the way..."

While going upstairs, Ansheng suddenly remembered that Little Angel mentioned having rich culinary skills, and looked up at Little Angel wrapped in a blanket and said:

"With your scantily clad attire, I'll gift you a skirt later...."

"Sure!" A cheerful Little Angel, barefoot, turned back with a big smile while ascending the stairs.

Only.

Upon reaching upstairs, Little Angel stopped in place upon seeing Master Fuli help her put on an apron, staring at Master Fuli with a question mark.

"Later, my family wants to eat noodles, but you know foxes eat meat, so help me grill a couple pounds of steak." Ansheng casually said as he helped Little Angel fasten an apron.

"......"

Watching Master Fuli depart, a row of ellipsis emerged on Little Angel's cheeks; she looked at her friend Triss with a stunned expression:

"Does anyone among you have cooking experience? Experience in making something particularly amazing? My only cooking experience is throwing my carcass and enemies into the meat grinder....."

"Uh... Does tearing up pieces of bread count?" Triss asked, dazed.

Instinctively, they both looked at Feina.

"Me? Please, I grew up in Bharat; do you want yellow mush like poop?"

"If so..... Hey, what is that face you're making; why are you all ignoring me?"