Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Ye Ling's arrival undoubtedly calmed Chen Hua down as if he had taken a reassuring pill. No matter what, whether he had the strength or not, at least he showed up when it was most crucial.

"Are these the workers who are being forced to demand their wages?" Ye Ling pointed at the group led by Er Gouzi across from them.

Chen Hua nodded, "Yes, hiss, those behind me are the factory's veteran workers, who chose to trust me and wait until tomorrow." While he spoke, Chen Hua felt a sharp pain in his leg and couldn't help but gasp for air.

Ye Ling nodded, "Alright, Mo Xing, find the factory's accountant and settle all these scumbags' money on the spot."

"And for those who chose to trust the brewery, starting now, each person's wages will triple, paid three months in advance. I want to make them understand that believing in themselves means they've chosen the right future!" Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Mo Xing nodded, turned around, and took out the ten million in cash they had prepared earlier from a nearby car. Wang Jianguo hurried to the office to get their payroll.

When Wang Jianguo looked at the cases of banknotes, his eyes immediately turned red with tears streaming. Each worker who had chosen to trust Chen Hua received the payment they deserved.

What did it mean for everyone's wages to triple? At the very least, it made all those following Er Gouzi incredibly tempted. If it were true, wouldn't that mean they could compare to urban white-collar workers in the future?

Seeing the red banknotes being handed out to those workers who trusted Chen Hua, the workers who opposed him had eyes filled with greed.

"Brother! We were misled by Er Gouzi's words, but we do trust Factory Manager Chen!"

"Yeah! Such a big factory manager, how could he care about our wages, right?"

Suddenly, everyone changed their tune. Er Gouzi, who lay in pain on the ground, was instantly abandoned by all. Under absolute interests, his influence meant nothing.

Ye Ling turned his head and looked disdainfully at these shameful wretches, and sneered coldly, "You guys have indeed lost your conscience to dogs and probably your faces too."

"I don't want to say much more, get lost before it's too late, or else you'll suffer the consequences!"

After he finished speaking, the complaining crowd was stunned. They then gritted their teeth and said, "Hey, how can you talk like that? An outsider, how dare you bully us like this?"

"Bully you? Sure, Mo Xing, let's not distribute the wages for now. Have the accountant calculate how much damage they've caused to the factory's equipment."

Ye Ling sneered coldly. Since they wanted to calculate, let's calculate thoroughly. He had intended to show leniency, but these fools were rushing towards their doom.

Mo Xing covered up the case of cash and stood up with a cold laugh, "Tsk tsk, I bet these jerks will end up owing money."

"No! We're leaving, we're leaving. All this was under Er Gouzi's orders; it has nothing to do with us!" Those who hadn't laid a hand on anything suddenly panicked.

The few who had participated in the vandalism were also thoroughly stunned. However, remembering their backer, they immediately regained some confidence, "Hmph, we only lost our senses because Chen Hua owed us half a year's wages."

"Even the government will understand us, let alone the police. Kid, let me tell you, you owe us compensation for emotional distress and interest, or else this isn't over!"

It was at this moment that Jiang Song stood up, sensing that Ye Ling and his people had come with ill intentions and waved them away, "Take your wages and get lost!"

After speaking, Jiang Song covered his arm and sneered viciously, "Remember, this isn't over yet!"

Jiang Song left, and Ye Ling did not stop him because there was no need. A small shrimp was not worth it. The real targets were the big fish.

The workers who saw Jiang Song leave all panicked at once. Ye Ling didn't hold it against them and settled their wages, then let them go.

However, the unfortunate fellow, Ergouzi, was taken away by the police who were called in for destroying property. His half-year's wages probably wouldn't be enough to compensate for the damaged equipment.

Chen Hua also told the factory workers to take another day off and that work would officially resume the day after tomorrow.

Ye Ling accompanied Chen Hua to the clinic to have his leg checked, thankfully, there were no serious injuries, only swelling from external force, and a small area of bruising.

That evening, in an ordinary restaurant, Chen Hua, Wang Jianguo, and Ye Ling, a party of three, sat in a private room.

"Ye, I really don't know how to thank you. If you hadn't come, I really wouldn't know how to resolve this situation," Chen Hua said.

Chen Hua shook his head, poured himself a drink, and took a sip, his expression filled with grief.

Ye Ling waved his hand, "Don't talk like that. The problem is almost solved now, but I want to know, who is the one coveting the distillery?"

"It's Feng Xi, the bastard who has done many evil deeds, acting recklessly with his father's power!" Wang Jianguo said with resentment.

Ye Ling nodded, and Mo Xing, sitting beside him, chuckled, "Tsk, tsk, to think things have gotten this wild, I see he is really digging his father's grave."

Chen Hua forced a smile, shaking his head, "Forget it, Ye, I don't know when I can repay you, but as long as I'm alive, I will definitely not cheat you!"

"If I die, my children will be there. In any case, I, Chen Hua, will not cheat anyone in my life!"

Hearing this, Ye Ling shook his head, "Don't say that. You are Qiao'er's uncle, and that makes you my uncle. How can my uncle be bullied like this in a small county town?"

"Rest assured, trust me, the distillery will have no further troubles, and I believe Feng Xi won't be able to jump around for much longer."

Chen Hua nodded and heaved a sigh. The meal ended in a not-so-cheery atmosphere, and afterwards, Ye Ling declined Chen Hua's offer of accommodation, and the three of them found a fairly nice hotel to stay in.

In the room, Ye Ling stood by the window, looking out at the night sky, "Truly a place to be proud of, Huaxia, a land of brilliant minds and talents, producing so many remarkable characters."

"Indeed, the history of Huaxia's Central Plains is vast and profound, and it has produced a succession of talented people, most importantly, beneath the Central Plains, lies a dragon vein," whispered Li Tianhao, who walked up beside Ye Ling.

There is more than one dragon vein; Huaxia itself probably has twenty to thirty dragon veins. These veins nourish the land, and it is no surprise that the Central Plains have been making significant historical marks since five thousand years ago—undoubtedly, there are dragon veins underneath.

Ye Ling nodded, he too felt the power of this dragon vein, radiating an intense vitality and the will of the Heavenly Dao.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the county town, inside a disco, Jiang Song stood with his arm in a cast beside a young man who was arrogantly crossing his legs and holding a glass of wine with a look of disdain on his face.

"Tsk, tsk, if he wants to play, then I, Feng Xi, will make sure he has a good time playing. I really want to see who rules this small patch of land."

Having said that, Feng Xi bit his lip and downed the contents of his glass in one gulp, his eyes brimming with a cold and deadly light.