Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 433 - 11 Our Business Is Thriving

"Seaside District wasn’t flooded?"

"After all, it is at the estuary, plus, it was built by Foreigners with a more developed sewage system."

"You can dig up a wrapped oil-paper package every fifty meters?"

"What?"

"Never mind, pay it no mind."

During her time outside, Li Mumu had contacted Xia Yubing and discovered that the situation in Seaside District was much better than in the old city area.

In strict sense, this wasn’t really a matter of the sewage system, but rather one of urban planning.

The issue dates back to sixty years ago when the Foreigners first broke in, forcing the Former Dynasty to sign a trade treaty and carving out Concessions in Tianmen at that time.

At that time, Tianmen’s main city wasn’t near the sea; Seaside District was just a small fishing village, with vast wild lands in between.

Flooding occurred every year, so it was impossible to develop the area.

Later, the Foreigners designated this land as a Concession, hired professional designers to plan properly, and built large yards — yes, the area from West City District to Seaside District was all used for storing foreign goods in the past, and they specially dredged the river channels to prevent flooding.

When the Foreigners were driven away afterwards, the President stationed in Tianmen radically rebuilt the area, linking West City District and Seaside District together by constructing large numbers of residential buildings and public facilities.

Nantong District didn’t benefit from this at all.

The reasons behind this are complex, but to put it simply, there were no profits, only losses.

The President’s money wasn’t plucked from the skies, and at that time, the Imperial Court was unwilling to invest a single cent in Tianmen City.

Subsequently, when the new government was established, many remnants of the Former Dynasty came to Tianmen with handfuls of gold and jewels with nowhere to spend them, clueless about starting new industries, and thus could only invest in real estate — that’s how Nantong District started to be massively rebuilt and revamped.

All these needed time to settle.

The disaster situation in Seaside District was much better than in the old city districts; the floods came quickly and receded quickly. It’s better to say that the water supply system was perfect rather than just the sewage system being good; the new city area had water and gas pipelines for every household, and the many overseas immigrants living there had money to spend, so there were generally no worries about epidemic issues.

Cholera is actually very preventable, as long as one believes in science, drinks clean water, and eats cooked food, ninety-nine percent of problems can be resolved.

Xia Yubing’s missionary work was thriving impressively.

Max was an extremely competent professional manager, especially as there was no peer competition or leader-imposed KPIs; his work capabilities were fully realized, and the number of adherents in the New Church of Eternal Life grew rapidly.

Xia Yubing didn’t have to do anything; she just sat at home waiting to freeload off the incense offerings, enjoying a flood of resources.

Of course, this wasn’t to say there were no hidden dangers; with human reputations as broad as tree shadows. As she restarted the church under the New Church of Eternal Life’s banner, she inevitably attracted all manner of dubious figures.

"Someone approached us wanting to use our channels to sell drugs; Max was very tempted, but I rejected it,"

"What kind of drugs?"

"Painkillers."

"It’s not the type that includes that substance, is it?"

"I don’t understand much about this, but the price they offered was too cheap, it just feels like simple counterfeit drugs."

"That might not necessarily be the case."

In the Federation, traditional customs hold that painkillers cure all illnesses, and ninety-nine percent of the painkillers on the market contain opium.

Foreigners have a history and cultural heritage in taking drugs that far surpasses that of the People of Ming; Li Mumu was long accustomed to this.

A cheap price doesn’t necessarily equate to counterfeit drugs; it could be an instance of playing hard to get, a tactic that has persisted through the ages.

"I think we shouldn’t touch these things."

"I agree; the incense offerings we have now are sufficient, there’s no need to expand further."

"We need to find some work for Max to do, or else his efforts won’t be channeled towards the Righteous Path."

"I’ve already sent him to distribute eggs to the followers house by house."

"Great idea!"

Foreigners do have their skills, but they are just too greedy, able to abandon their morals when it comes to making money, not that they had much to begin with.

However, that is often the character of foreigners, enjoying life as it comes, only thinking of the present, without care for the future.

"We can let him sell Nether Banknotes."

The figurine on the bracelet suddenly spoke.

Huh?

Li Mumu was startled; this was a path she had not considered at all.

"I’ve already designed the template, we just need to find a printing factory to produce them. And with the Ghost Festival in Ming Country coming up soon, especially with the recent outbreak of the epidemic, I think the market is promising."

Huh?

Li Mumu was shocked. Wendy, are you really a business prodigy?

How long has it been since you’ve even figured out the customs of the Ghost Festival?

"Makes sense, give me the template, I’ll have Max look for a printing factory."

Xia Yubing approved in the mirror reflection.

Previously, when they were practicing in the Imperial City, Wendy had told her about the concept of Heaven and Earth Bank.

It’s not that it would make a ton of money, but how much could selling Nether Banknotes really earn?

It’s mainly about personal needs.

Max wants to make money, Xia Yubing wants incense offerings, and Wendy’s higher-ups want to find some amusement.

Li Mumu just wants to hold onto her persona as a privileged young miss.

Actually, these do not conflict, which is why there is a possibility for collaboration.

"Miss, Miss!"

Li Mumu closed her vanity mirror and turned to look at the young maid stumbling over towards her.

"I got the braised beef!"

Jiang Yinyin held up the heavy package wrapped in oil paper, panting heavily.

Ten pounds of braised beef was indeed a bit too heavy for her petite frame.

"Go call a carriage, we’ll head back to school."

A young lady shouldn’t carry braised beef herself, it’s too unsophisticated.

And there’s no need to sympathize with the driver who’s working at this time. People work hard for their living, and your pity is worth nothing.

Respectable people should give a bit more in car fare at times like this, spending as much as they can afford, not quibbling over minor sums with the poor and then going to some charity auction to donate.

As she was leaving, Principal Zhou reminded her to visit home often, so Li Mumu called home.

Mu Yuming answered the phone, and after some casual chat, he mentioned that someone had invited him to a charity auction in a few days and asked if she wanted to join.

Boss Mu is now a well-known figure in the Nantong district, especially after the flood, where many streets were submerged. As a boss investing in real estate, his wealth became even more precious, and now he has mixed into the upper-class social circles.

Though, it’s unclear where his money comes from.

There’s no need to ask Li Ya; she never goes to these social events.

Li Mumu wasn’t interested either. In school, classmates sincerely call me "Miss," but if I went to that circle, who would even recognize which onion I am?

Boss Mu paused for a moment and then said, "You’re not getting any younger."

He couldn’t possibly let his precious daughter, beautiful as a flower, keep mixing with rogues and end up in a terrible situation, could he?