The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 2021 - 2020: Well Prepared

Prime Minister’s Residence, news from the court quickly reached Yao Chong’s ears.

Yao Chong furrowed his brows and sighed lightly, "What a pity, this young man is indeed a talent."

The young man beside him asked, "Father, are we not going to resist at all? Just let them establish this Celestial Realms Spirit Bank?"

Yao Chong thought for a moment and said, "We’re fighting for power, not petty grudges. This Celestial Realms Spirit Bank is clearly beneficial to the Heaven-Piercing Palace. Even if they don’t do it, we have to do it. If we sabotage this, what will happen to that mess in the Ministry of Revenue? Do you have any solutions to clean it up?"

"Father is absolutely right!"

The young man quickly cupped his hands in agreement.

Yao Chong raised his hand and instructed, "Do your best to cooperate with them on this matter and let them lower their guard against us. The sacrificial rite at the Altar of Heaven is our critical moment for a counterattack."

"Understood!"

The young man saluted and withdrew; he was none other than the Yao family genius, known as Little Wenqu, Yao Zhaoyu.

He had been feeling a bit frustrated lately because someone in the Yao family had already overshadowed him.

This person was Yao Qinglian, a member of a minor family from the Celestial Mystery City at the border.

Initially, the main branch of the Yao family didn’t pay attention to this disciple, but who knew this kid would climb up to Long Fei.

Now, in the Ma Army, his status had risen with the new Emperor.

The main branch of the Yao family already had several elders who began to court him.

If the new Emperor successfully performed the sacrificial ceremony in three days and announced it to the world, what future would there be for Yao Zhaoyu as the main heir of the Yao family?

He was now much more aggressive than his father, regarding Long Fei and others as thorns in his side.

As for the matters concerning the Celestial Realms Spirit Bank, his father forbade him from interfering, yet he insisted on meddling and causing trouble.

What nonsense about deposits, he wanted to rally the young nobles around him to resist this matter, preventing the Celestial Realms Spirit Bank from operating smoothly. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

If no one responded and no one deposited, wouldn’t the Celestial Realms Spirit Bank become a hollow framework?

After the court session ended, the Nine Heavens Daily used a large portion of its front page on the first day to cover the Celestial Realms Spirit Bank matter.

In the streets and alleys, announcements began to appear, detailing what the Celestial Realms Spirit Bank was, informing the citizens thoroughly.

Speaking of which, Spirit Stones were predominantly in the hands of major Merchant Sects and Cultivators.

The most commonly used currency among civilians was still gold, silver, and copper coins.

The notice also stated that regardless of the type of money, as long as it was currency issued by the Heaven-Piercing Palace, it could all be deposited in the Celestial Realms Spirit Bank.

The notice detailed the interest rates.

Suddenly, there was a buzz all around.

Especially the millions of cultivators who had deposited in Tianguan City before; they thought the matter was dead and that Long Fei had deceived them.

Who knew, it was really going to be realized.

The notice clearly stated that cultivators who had deposited in Tianguan City, if they had casualties in this Demon Calamity, their deposits could be inherited by their families.

If there were no family members, it could be inherited according to the heir in the cultivator’s will.

Of course, detailed heir certification materials must be provided.

Word spread, and everyone was pleasantly surprised by such a great deal.

In the past, when a cultivator died, their Storage Ring would be snatched, and the Spirit Stones inside would be gone, leaving nothing for the family to inherit.

Now, depositing them in the Spirit Bank is great.

No matter what you do, you’re not afraid of being robbed anymore.

Even if you encounter robbers, it’s just a pile of deposit slips; no one can extract the Spirit Stones!

The Miscellaneous Arts Division of the Heaven-Piercing Palace finally had its day to shine.

Initially, this division, like the Calligraphy and Painting Gate, was an unpopular field.

It was a place to cultivate music, chess, dance, and performance, training people to become Dancing Girls and Singers for wealthy families.

Now, things had changed; the court specially approved a publicity department.

They were all recruited into it to promote the matter externally.

On the streets, in the squares, there were festivals taking place, with these miscellaneous arts personnel going up to promote.

All of this was long planned by Long Fei, but after he disappeared, these things were neglected.

Now, once organized and mobilized, the speed and efficiency were astonishing.

In the Cultivation World, things are indeed different from the mundane world.

Here, it’s all about Cultivation Level; the higher your level, the more your brain’s potential is developed, and IQ is on par across ages.

No matter if you’re a Chief of Staff living for three to four hundred years, you’re almost the same as a young person.

That’s why Zhang Ziling could confidently assign the Minister of Public Works position to a young upstart.

This was impossible in the mundane world.

First of all, without enough qualifications, no one would accept you.

In the Cultivation World, qualifications are your Cultivation Level, as long as your Cultivation Level reaches that tier, it’s enough.

On the first day of publicity, on the second day, the Celestial Realms Spirit Bank was officially inaugurated in Central City.

In front of the Spirit Bank was a large square, with two Kirin Stone Sculptures symbolizing wealth squatting at the entrance.

On the square, there were dragon and lion dances, firecrackers, and music; the activities continued all morning.

Across the square, there was a tavern.

It was filled with dignitaries, all looking out the windows to watch the spectacle.

Someone took a sip of tea and sighed softly, "This Celestial Realms Spirit Bank must have a lot of money to build an office in such a pricey location, and we only learned today!"

"I heard it was planned by the Consort Prince long ago, decided three months ago in Tianguan City."

"He’s now the Emperor’s husband and the Great Marshal of Heavenly Soldiers, no longer just the Consort Prince!"

"Tsk tsk, look at this building, it’s at least a hundred meters tall, and the backyard is still under construction, I wonder what they’re building?"

A well-informed person chuckled, "Don’t you know? I heard it’s the central Spirit Stone Vault; our deposited Spirit Stones will be kept there. The backyard has formations personally set up by the Consort Prince, with layers of defenses, and even masters guarding it; even a fly can’t get in."

"Oh my, I better go support this. The Spirit Stones at my house are hot potatoes; I’ve hired over a hundred bodyguards to follow me all day, and I’m already exhausted."

"..."

While everyone was joking and laughing, a group of wealthy young nobles suddenly entered, cupping their fists at the crowd, saying, "Gentlemen, please listen to us. Everyone present today is a major figure in Celestial Realms City, personally invited by our Prime Minister’s Son, please listen to a few words from our young master."

The crowd immediately quieted down, focusing their gaze on Little Wenqu, Yao Zhaoyu.

Yao Zhaoyu closed his paper fan and addressed the crowd, "Gentlemen, you are all sons of influential families in Celestial Realms City and important members of the business associations. I won’t say much else; in the next two days, I, Yao Zhaoyu, ask everyone not to support this Celestial Realms Spirit Bank. After these two days, you may go as you wish, but please give me, Yao Zhaoyu, this favor."

Someone asked in confusion, "Why, Young Master Yao?"

"Yes, Young Master Yao. If we don’t support the Spirit Bank’s opening, won’t they hold a grudge against us?"

"Right, there’s a lot of interest money at stake for one day, are you going to cover it, Young Master Yao?"

"..."

The crowd immediately began questioning and resisting, no longer taking Yao Zhaoyu’s words seriously.

Yao Chong was no longer the Prime Minister, and everyone present were profit-driven merchants who wouldn’t easily heed Yao Zhaoyu’s words.