Chapter 195: The Scam: Wolf of Huaerjie Returns

The transformation ceased.

Jordan blinked slightly.

His eyes quickly regained their luster.

The moment he looked at Louis, he knelt down at once, “I pay homage to the Sect Master.”

Louis smiled faintly.

When the pact was first formed, Jordan did not resist in his consciousness—he agreed, and received the Qian Men inheritance; now he clearly understood his current situation.

So there was no need for Louis to explain anything about the mystical side.

“Rise.”

“How do you feel?”

“Excellent. I feel my mind is more agile than ever before.”

“Sect Master, what do we do next?”

Hm?

This guy adapted to his role quickly.

Tap-tap—

Louis lightly tapped the back of his chair. “It seems you have an idea? Speak.”

“Sect Master, you are still in the phase of the coiled dragon in the abyss—unsuitable for public exposure. Your cultivation and future establishment of the sect require vast sums of money. The Qian Men exists precisely to solve this problem.”

“So I plan to return to Huaerjie!”

Jordan’s gaze turned toward Huaerjie in the distance, his eyes filled with the cunning and greed of a wolf.

“I’ve calculated it: some stocks only appear high-quality but are actually garbage stocks—there’s room to manipulate them. There will always be fools too greedy to see the truth, and they are the first bucket of gold for the wise.”

“With just a base sum of capital, I can turn things around, then, once I’ve accumulated vast funds and trained a team—”

“We can establish a company, use false promotion and market manipulation to artificially inflate and hype the stock prices, then cash in at the peak for enormous profits! It will be a sum beyond reckoning.”

Clap-clap-clap—

Applause rang out. “Excellent. Very clever.”

“But you could be even bolder!”

“You’re not alone anymore!”

“I’ll provide you with funds and personnel—go ahead and act boldly. Also, I have an idea you might find useful.”

Jordan listened attentively.

Louis had heard far too many scams in his past life.

One in particular was interesting: low-tech but highly effective, requiring only a large list of residents’ phone numbers.

Once you had those numbers, you could call one after another, predicting a stock’s movement—some correct, some wrong. Discard the wrong ones, keep only those who received correct predictions.

Then, predict again for those who had already been right once and made money, repeating the process.

Eventually, a group would, by probability alone, receive only correct predictions—and they would come to believe utterly in the number behind it, worshipping its owner as a Stock God!

At that point, it would be time to slaughter the pigs.

Jordan’s eyes grew brighter with every word. This low-tech but highly effective method suited him perfectly. His Qian Men inheritance had not yet fully unlocked—he knew only basic techniques, and his Eight Generals of Qian Men had not yet been assembled.

Thus, this method was perfectly suited.

“Sect Master, your wisdom is unmatched.”

Jordan even wondered if Louis might be one of their own Qian Men—but no, capitalists were born that way. Normal. Natural.

Louis waved his hand. “That’s settled. I’ll arrange everything. Prepare yourself.”

“By the way, what name will you choose for your company?”

“I humbly beg the Sect Master to bestow a name.”

Undeniably, now that Jordan had received the inheritance, in certain ways he seemed more like an ancient man—even his speech and thought patterns bore resemblance.

“Call it Swalloweverything. It means ‘to swallow everything.’”

Louis had originally thought of naming it Taotie or Pixiu, but the transliteration was too awkward, so he simply translated it directly into this plain, understandable phrase.

“Thank you, Sect Master, for the name!”

With a wave of his hand, Jordan withdrew.

Now, with Jordan, the Master of Qian Men, at his side, his influence had taken its first independent step.

The family was the family. He was himself.

They appeared as one whole, but sometimes they must be clearly separated.

Moreover, Louis disliked being restrained—even without his uncle, even as the heir, he would have chosen this path. Only an organization he built himself, wholly devoted to him, was the best organization.

“Let one nation sustain one sect. Let one sect sustain one man.”

“My Dao shall be accomplished.”

After a brief moment of reflection,

Louis began to consider what to do next.

The first reason for this trip was to deliver Yulunka and Haley to school and meet them there.

The second reason was to test his luck.

Both have now been accomplished.

Yulunka and Haley have both been enrolled.

As for luck…

“I’ve been away for over half a month, and not a single accident occurred. It seems most of my past troubles were not my doing.”

“David, you are utterly wicked!”

Both goals achieved. Next…

“Time to return. I’ve been too busy to properly organize my cultivation system, especially those newly acquired techniques—some I haven’t even practiced yet. Waste. Such a waste.”

The other four magic artifacts aside, the Three Techniques of Yin Spirit—so far, not one has been successfully cultivated.

Though objective limitations exist, failing to master even one shows Louis was indeed distracted—but there was no help for it; he had been too busy.

The Five Great Ghosts and Five Minor Ghosts techniques also require practice; this art is quite useful.

His Yin Spirit cultivation must not be neglected either. Compared to techniques, Yin Spirit cultivation is the foundation.

Without a strong foundation, even the most powerful techniques are useless. Precisely because he walks the Left Path, he understands its flaws all too well—he must never knowingly violate them.

This is precisely why the Divine Lord has slowly unlocked the inheritance.

“To cleanse oneself…”

Louis sighed. He planned to end this journey, return home, and enter seclusion for a time, raising his cultivation base. Only when he could advance no further would he emerge again to act.

Of course, if the Warrens encountered any developments, he could adjust accordingly.

After all, opportunities must not be missed.

One week later.

After bidding farewell to Mary and the others, Louis boarded a flight back to Fuluolidazhou.

With the high-speed flight ability engraved on the Wan Huan Robe, Louis was no longer afraid of plane crashes.

After Louis departed by plane,

the personnel and funds assigned to Jordan were fully prepared.

Then Jordan began to establish authority, screen, recruit, train, plan, and command…

In just half a month, Jordan officially launched his plan.

Huaerjie welcomed its new Wolf King—a leader of a wolf pack, ravenous with greed, ready to climb onto the dining table and devour every last morsel of fat.

He was destined to stir up storms and leave a bold, vivid mark on America’s economic heart.

(End of Chapter)