Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 806 - 53 Shen Qingxi’s Schedule Plan

A mere calamity of bloodshed, not even close to the chaos of an Asura scene. I thought it was something serious.

Us garrison soldiers, when do we ever head out without some bloodshed involved?

Wang Yunxiao didn’t care at all.

After obtaining Mountain God Chu Jiang’s approval, the process of transferring people began immediately in batches.

Returning to the Real World, a group of transmigrators who were unwilling to return to their hometowns was relocated from the overcrowded vocational training centers.

At this moment, very few people expressed the desire to stay, as most still couldn’t fully comprehend the current situation. A bowl of cornmeal porridge and a place to sleep were enough to satisfy them.

Even he didn’t have the thought to stay, let alone reminding others about it.

The country’s allocation of resources was limited, and it was already challenging to take care of their own people—there was no capacity to play the role of the Holy Mother.

What’s more, it’s an investment without any expected return.

The first batch signing the resettlement agreements numbered around eighty people, including He Lan and her child.

This woman was extraordinarily shrewd. She had already realized that, even though Wang Yunxiao here might not acknowledge her and her child, he wouldn’t let them starve to death.

So, when she signed, she didn’t hesitate or ask a single question.

Also signing the resettlement agreement was Shen Qingxi, who had been sent here along with the transmigrators.

The official explanation from the Special Service Bureau claimed that the Shen Qingxi of this world was already confirmed dead, and since she wasn’t the real Shen Qingxi, she had to be transferred together.

Although this was the truth, it still felt incredibly frustrating.

When Shen Qingxi signed, she was gritting her teeth, almost crushing the pen in her hand.

In reality, her task from the Special Service Bureau was to reconnect with the Mechanical God Sect, gain the trust of its members, and retain these technical experts to contribute to the country’s future industrial plans.

How could the Mechanical God Sect possibly know I’m here? Surely someone orchestrated this behind the scenes too!

Ultimately, it boiled down to the Special Service Bureau not trusting her enough, yet still valuing her utility.

People always say the President governs in an overbearing manner, adhering to the Only I Am Supreme doctrine, and tolerates no dissidents... but in Shen Qingxi’s view, the policies of the new government are extremely pragmatic.

Using every ounce of manpower available, leveraging every possible resource.

As long as you still have value, you don’t need to worry about being disposed of after serving your purpose.

As for those who *were* disposed of... like Principal Kong, who sought progress but failed, or her grandfather Shen Jianzhen. These people weren’t devoid of value.

Their issue was that the resources they wasted far outstripped their remaining value.

The Shen Family seized vast amounts of real estate, hoarding it tightly, still attempting to leverage assets to generate more wealth.

Jishan Academy flourished under Principal Kong, but instead of teaching contentedly, he kept trying to exploit the relationships he had with students and faculty to pursue greater political interests.

They were all people living in the past, clinging to outdated rules of the game.

And they naively believed that the President would have to play by these rules, even though she personally smashed them to pieces.

Then they died.

So, really, people shouldn’t be too stubborn.

She handed the agreement across to Wang Yunxiao, her fingers casually brushing his rough knuckles. Shen Qingxi’s voice softened to a pleading tone as she gently said, "Sir, I have a private request, and I wonder if you might show some leniency to help me out?"

"What kind of request?"

Wang Yunxiao remained courteous on the surface, but unmoved internally.

Shen Qingxi... this was someone who escaped alive from the deathly clutches identified by the Special Service Bureau. A woman who single-handedly negotiated with Principal Zhou, rebuilt the Shen Family from nothing, and recovered the Imperial Jade Seal—a force to reckon with.

If anyone mistook her pretty face for the façade of a helpless damsel, they’d be in for a harsh lesson.

That said, she *was* very beautiful.

Shen Qingxi had a small, rounded face and a slightly curvy figure—some might even call it baby fat. Rather than the stereotypical image of an aloof noble lady, she more resembled the lively girl-next-door.

In Wang Yunxiao’s mind, the quintessential noblewoman was someone like Li Mumu, albeit her public persona—the tall, coldly elegant figure surrounded by maids, living a life of effortless luxury. No concept of money, every casual possession worth years of his salary.

Shen Qingxi, however, was an entirely different breed of "heiress." How best to describe her...? You wouldn’t find fancy jewels or dignified aristocratic airs on her. She utterly lacked that refined, noble aura.

Her personality was incredibly approachable; she had a knack for chatting with anyone as if they were old friends, and her dimples as she smiled made her downright endearing.

But precisely for this reason, Wang Yunxiao felt a slight pressure around her.

Everyone’s worldview is inevitably shaped by their environment—simply put, no matter how much effort a poor child puts in, the way they conduct themselves still reveals traces of their impoverished background.

Wealthy kids are the same; the things they’ve eaten, the places they’ve been, the education they’ve received... even stripped bare and thrown into a beggar’s den, you’d still spot disparities.

But Shen Qingxi utterly broke free from these stereotypes.

If he hadn’t known her identity beforehand, Wang Yunxiao wouldn’t have guessed she was a wealthy heiress.

At most, he’d peg her as a girl from a modest household fortunate enough to attend a couple years of schooling.

Li Mumu was picky about food—it could be simple, but it couldn’t be bad. If it wasn’t good, she’d rather starve.

Shen Qingxi, on the other hand, could seamlessly blend with the transmigrators, squatting in a corner inhaling mouthfuls of cornmeal porridge without a flicker of discomfort on her face.

Now, this heiress had somehow learned some flirtatious tactics from women of ill repute to sweeten her own requests.

Come on, Shen Qingxi! You can smack me with wads of your money; why pretend like you’re some cabbage-girl here?

Wang Yunxiao mentally cranked his vigilance up to twelve, but Shen Qingxi’s request was surprisingly modest.

"I want to buy some clothes to change into, and other personal items for women. When we arrive... even if we have money there, wouldn’t we be unable to spend it?"

"You can spend it. There’s a bank."

"Huh?"

Shen Qingxi’s eyes instantly lit up: "Which bank? Could you help me set up an account beforehand?"

"Heaven and Earth Bank."

Are you freaking kidding me?

Shen Qingxi almost broke character, but quickly processed the revelation—Heaven and Earth Bank... wasn’t that her family’s property?

The Longevity Sect used to specialize in selling Nether Banknotes, and those notes were minted under the Heaven and Earth Bank.

Now the Longevity Sect had been fully acquired by her.

Still, the bank itself wasn’t her current focus—it was this handsome man before her.

Reddy Shroud, the man you hide away, let me savor this prize properly!