The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 730 - 596 Ying Zijin: The Number One in Ancient Martial Arts is My Disciple [2 Updates]

Chapter 730: 596 Ying Zijin: The Number One in Ancient Martial Arts is My Disciple [2 Updates]

Venus Group, aside from the Asia-Pacific Region, also has three other major regions: the O Alliance Region, South M District, and North M Region.

The O Alliance Region is the largest, followed by the North M Region.

All high-level executives from the O Alliance Region are naturally headquartered here.

The Asia-Pacific Region has been established for less than two years, but its development has been extremely fast.

Indeed, many people at headquarters are eyeing this piece of cake and want to take a slice.

However, the superiors had no intention of sending more people over, which caused some dissatisfaction among them.

But there was no helping it, the superiors’ word was law.

"Tsk, do you think he’s coming to the meeting this time because headquarters is going to change his position?"

"What if it’s a promotion? If he is transferred to headquarters, wouldn’t that mean he’ll outrank Joseph..."

"Enough," someone interrupted. "Don’t compare just anyone to Mr. Joseph. When it comes to the youngest and most outstanding entrepreneur, the Executive Director is first, Mr. Joseph is second."

Joseph Bunk, the President of Venus Group’s O Alliance Region, is twenty-seven years old this year.

Joseph is in charge of managing 50% of the hundreds of companies under Venus Group.

Even the Chief Financial Officer, Ian, had nothing but praise for Joseph, indicating the group’s high regard for him.

Another person joked, "Joseph, you’ve been in contact with the Lorentz Family’s young lady, haven’t you? What about a marriage alliance? Wouldn’t that be a union of two strong families?"

Joseph frowned, "Others have arrived."

Everyone took their seats.

The door was opened again, and high-level executives from other regions also arrived.

As the only Eastern person, Fu Yunshen’s stature was not inferior to other Westerners, especially obvious.

This was also the first time the other executives had seen him in person, and they couldn’t help but take a few more glances, weighing him up in their minds.

The meeting was chaired by the Chief Financial Officer, Ian.

The executives were used to it, even though they hadn’t met the Executive Director to this day.

During the meeting, someone again suggested staffing or deploying personnel to the Asia-Pacific Region.

Ian instinctively glanced at the man, swallowing back the address in time, and probed, "Mr. Fu, what do you think?"

Fu Yunshen lifted his eyes and curled his lips into a lazy smile, "I’d also like to take some time off. Please, have headquarters send someone."

The others exchanged glances.

Joseph narrowed his eyes.

A position that was within grasp, and he could let it go so easily?

Ian was caught off guard, rolling his eyes inwardly.

If it weren’t for the fact that his brother still openly held the position of President of the Asia-Pacific Region, he would completely believe that Fu Yunshen would push all the work onto him and wash his hands of the matter.

This wouldn’t do.

He’d become a housekeeper.

"The achievements of the Asia-Pacific Region are apparent to all," Ian spoke seriously. "In the eyes of headquarters, it’s under Mr. Fu’s leadership that the Asia-Pacific Region has reached its current form. If anyone wishes to help him, that’s also possible."

Now no one spoke up.

O Continent was so favorable; who would demean themselves to go to the recently established Asia-Pacific Region?

Only the position of President was worth considering.

Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelids and cast a faint glance at Ian.

Ian, pretending not to see, shook his hand slightly before announcing, "That’s it for today’s meeting. You’re all dismissed."

He clutched the documents and scurried away.

Ian was afraid of being beaten.

"President Fu, it’s a pleasure to meet you," Joseph reached out his hand. "I wonder if President Fu has ever met the Executive Director?"

Fu Yunshen shook his hand, very gentlemanly, "I haven’t."

Only then did Joseph show a smile, "Work hard, President Fu. If you’re transferred to headquarters, you might just get to meet the Executive Director."

After speaking, Joseph walked out of the meeting room without paying any more attention to Fu Yunshen.

Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow and took out his phone to reply to Ying Zijin’s message.

[Yaoyao, I have a question, how do I meet myself?]

[Cute Girlfriend]: Look in a mirror

"..."

There was indeed no refuting that.

**

Meanwhile, at the Xie Family.

The Xie Family had been humiliated at the Judicial Hall, especially the Patriarch Xie.

After being slapped by the Left Protector, his insides felt like they were churning.

The family’s Ancient Medicine practitioner was treating him.

A guard reported: "Patriarch, the young miss has returned."

Patriarch Xie hissed, "Nian Nian?"

The woman was dressed in a long red dress with a high slit reaching up to her thigh.

Her figure was voluptuous and her presence alluring.

This was the Xie Family’s young miss, Xie Nian, one of the three figures in the Ancient Martial World not to be trifled with.

Xie Nian glanced at Patriarch Xie, "What’s this about?"

"Don’t even mention it." Patriarch Xie was in so much pain he kept cursing, "Such bad luck, always freaking bad luck, and it always comes from the Judicial Hall. Nian Nian, have you been up to anything lately?"

With an indifferent air, Xie Nian fiddled with the trinket on her nail, "There’s a man I’ve taken a liking to, and I plan to have some fun with him. But he’s got a woman, and I’m thinking about how to get rid of her. Otherwise, it would be so boring."

Patriarch Xie didn’t ask further and waved her off.

In the Ancient Martial World, the strong are respected, and everything is determined by strength.

Whoever has the hardest fist, has the right to speak.

As a female, Xie Nian’s Ancient Martial Cultivation far surpasses that of her male peers.

Whoever she wants to play with, she plays with.

But the thought of the last incident involving Xie Feng being taken to the Judicial Hall gave Patriarch Xie a bad feeling, "Where has Nian Nian been these past days?"

Madam Xie thought for a moment, "Only the imperial capital. She hasn’t gone anywhere else, and Nian Nian rarely travels far."

The main reason is that Xie Nian has fully inherited the inherent cruelty of the Xie Family; she simply can’t let loose outside.

Patriarch Xie frowned.

With so many people in the imperial capital, how would he know who Xie Nian has taken a fancy to?

"Patriarch." At that moment, the butler hurried over, "The Miss has tasked me with tracking the whereabouts of Ling Mianxi from the Ling Family."

"Ling Mianxi from the Ling Family?" Patriarch Xie suddenly had an epiphany, "I get it now. Go ahead, if you handle this well, we can kill two birds with one stone."

It would not only fulfill Xie Nian’s wishes but also eliminate a thorn in the Xie Family’s side.

Madam Xie also caught on, "Nian Nian has taken a liking to Ling Mianxi’s man? Who is it?"

"Who cares who he is," Patriarch Xie didn’t care in the slightest, "All of them are ancient martial artists, so it won’t be that troublesome. It’s just her bad luck."

Xie Nian was already a Half-Step Ancient Martial Grandmaster, and Ling Mianxi was not even close.

With Xie Nian’s intelligence, she would always find a suitable excuse to kill Ling Mianxi.

Patriarch Xie felt a bit better.

This time, if no slip-up had been made, it would surely come later; he was waiting.

By getting rid of all the young talents, the Ancient Martial World would have to belong to the Xie Family.

**

Meanwhile, at Lorentz Castle.

Xize had Job prepare an extravagant afternoon tea especially to entertain Ying Zijin.

The chefs of the Lorentz Family were even more high-level than those from a Michelin Three-Star Restaurant.

Ying Zijin ate while replying to Fu Yunshen’s messages.

"Sigh, boss, I thought after taking down the Pazzi Family, I’d get a good sum of money," Xize said, hanging his head and holding his knife and fork, "but after giving out a portion to those refugees and victims, I’ve ended up tens of billions in the red."

Ying Zijin didn’t lift her head, "That’s good. Doing good deeds will be rewarded."

"Can doing good deeds get me a girlfriend?"

"Wake up, stop dreaming."

Xize felt as if his heart had been stabbed, paused for a moment, "Boss, I’m really curious, how did you find your boyfriend? Not to offend, but with your—"

Ying Zijin looked up, her gaze cold.

Xize immediately shut his mouth, "Forget I said anything."

He took out a stack of photos from behind, "Boss, come on, help me have a look. Which girl should I go for? I’m planning to give it a try."

Ying Zijin took them and browsed through, eventually pulling out one.

Xize prepared to take it, "Whichever one you pick, boss, that’s who I’ll pursue."

"No, not this one," Ying Zijin set Rita’s photo aside, "My friend is too young, I’m afraid you’d cause her trouble."

Xize: "..."

Ying Zijin continued to look through the photos until she received a message from Foo Chen.

[Master, I hope you don’t mind me asking, what’s the name of your disciple?]

Ying Zijin casually typed two words in response.

[Xiu Feng.]

There was no point in hiding it from her own people.

Foo Chen didn’t expect Ying Zijin to just tell him like that.

But who was Xiu Feng?

Foo Chen felt uneasy and dared not ask more.

"Xiu Feng?" He recalled all the famous surnames he knew in the Ancient Martial World, but none of them were Feng.

Yet the disciple of his grandmaster couldn’t possibly be unknown.

Foo Chen tapped his head, pondering in vain, "Xiu Feng... who is Xiu Feng?"

As he walked, he bumped into a ’wall of flesh.’

So Foo Chen got kicked again, and Patriarch Foo said coldly, "Foolish boy, watch where you’re going."

Foo Chen, no longer concerned about his sore backside, blurted out, "Father, who is Xiu Feng? Is there a Fong Family in the Ancient Martial World?"

"Foolish boy, you don’t know that name?" Patriarch Foo looked at him strangely, chided with a laugh, "You’re into dual cultivation of Ancient Medicine and Ancient Martial Arts, and you only recognize the foremost Ancient Medicine expert who teaches you medicine refining. When you can’t see the number one person in Ancient Martial Arts, you forget him? Hasn’t your father told you about him? You—"

As Patriarch Foo was speaking, he looked up, puzzled, "What’s wrong with you?"