Chapter 91

After leaving the War Wolf BBQ shop, Cang Luo found Wang Fuhai, Zhao Ren, and Zang Feng and told them he would be leaving for a few days, asking them to keep a close eye on the shop.

Cang Luo said solemnly: “The War Wolf BBQ shop concerns the future of every member of the gang—its management must be handled properly, promotion must be thorough, service must be attentive, quality must be guaranteed, and supplies must be steady.”

The three nodded heavily.

Cang Luo then said to Wang Fuhai: “Brother Wang, find a time to discuss with your father whether we can promote the clothing designs I created—I’m certain they’ll spark a fashion craze.”

Pausing, Cang Luo added: “Use the War Wolf Gang’s name when speaking with your father—the War Wolf Gang won’t just be in food; we’re entering the fashion industry. I’ll provide more designs.”

Wang Fuhai froze for a moment, then grinned happily: “I was thinking the same thing, but I was too shy to bring it up— Meixiangdaobangzhuzhudongtichulaile , Boss, rest assured, I’ll handle this.”

After a pause, Wang Fuhai hesitated: “But...”

Cang Luo knew what he was about to say and cut in: “I treat you as a brother, and I hope you treat me as one too—every member of the War Wolf Gang is a brother, so I won’t waste words.”

“Eighty-twenty split!” Cang Luo held up two fingers calmly: “Eighty percent to your family, twenty to the War Wolf Gang...”

“Boss, this is too much!” Wang Fuhai was startled—he thought Cang Luo was giving his family too large a share—but he quickly understood.

He asked hesitantly: “Are you saying your family will handle everything—the fabric, the workers, the sales channels—all of it—and the War Wolf Gang just takes the money?”

Cang Luo nodded: “Yes. The War Wolf Gang takes only the money—and the right to audit accounts at any time.”

Wang Fuhai said solemnly: “Naturally. I swear by my cultivation—I’ll forfeit my own cultivation if my family so much as steals a single copper.”

Cang Luo nodded in satisfaction, then exchanged further details with Wang Fuhai, agreeing to sign the contract after he returned from taming the beast.

After finishing the fashion discussion, Cang Luo thought for a moment and proposed many more business ideas.

He planned that once the War Wolf BBQ shop stabilized and turned a profit, Wang Fuhai’s family would invest in opening branches.

Not just BBQ—he wanted to bring every edible dish from Earth to the Yuanwu Continent: burgers, steaks, juice, spicy crayfish, even buffet-style dining—all achievable without machinery.

He intended for the War Wolf Gang and the Wang family to partner, becoming business tycoons and forming a commercial alliance, starting with fashion and food.

Clothing, food, shelter, transportation—none can be missing. In any world, mastering these four things guarantees wealth...

Cang Luo and Wang Fuhai grew increasingly enthusiastic in their conversation, though Cang Luo did all the talking while Wang Fuhai listened.

Zhao Ren and Zang Feng sat quietly beside them, saying nothing—but as they listened, their hearts churned with turmoil.

Zhao Ren rapidly fanned himself with paper to mask his overwhelming excitement and shock.

He was a man with lofty ambitions and strong personal ability, shrewd and calculating—but cursed by his common birth, lacking cultivation resources, unable to rise.

Yet he refused to accept this fate—he longed to one day become a superior man, a powerful force in his own right.

Thus he trained with extreme diligence, cultivated wide social ties, won over fellow disciples, and never missed any opportunity that might aid him.

He firmly believed opportunity was created through effort—that hard work would one day be rewarded.

Now, hearing Cang Luo and Wang Fuhai’s plans for the War Wolf Gang and Wang family’s commercial partnership, how could he not recognize this as a once-in-a-lifetime chance?

How could he not see the immense profits such a partnership would yield?

If all went well, they could become a dominant merchant family in Danyang County alone!

With money, cultivation resources would naturally follow.

At that moment, Zhao Ren became even more determined to seize control of the War Wolf Gang—he realized that every discussion between Cang Luo and Wang Fuhai was conducted in the War Wolf Gang’s name.

That meant: if he controlled the War Wolf Gang, then the commercial partnership would effectively be between him and the Wang family.

Then, everything belonging to the War Wolf Gang would be his!

Thinking of this, Zhao Ren recalled Zhang Zhen—why hadn’t that bastard come to harass Cang Luo yet? Had he been scared off?

Unlikely. That man was vengeful and petty—he wouldn’t let this go. Was he healing? Waiting for his wounds to mend before striking back?

That must be it. Next time, he’d come with the Lie Tian Gang—Cang Luo would be dead then.

But better if he came slowly—after Cang Luo and the Wang family sealed their deal...

Zhao Ren eagerly plotted his future.

Zang Feng, listening beside him, was deeply shaken—he now believed his Master’s words: Cang Luo was no ordinary man.

With his help, his long-held vengeance might be avenged sooner...

Two youths, with different goals, each silently calculated.

Cang Luo and Wang Fuhai continued detailing their commercial partnership, speaking for over an hour on the street while Zhao Ren and Zang Feng listened in silent stillness.

Cang Luo had said all he could think of—he was hoarse from talking. He told Wang Fuhai these things because Wang Fuhai was the only viable partner he could currently find.

First, this partner had substantial assets—essential for partnership. Cang Luo had no money; he needed investors.

Second, and most importantly, according to Wang Fuhai, his family was purely commercial—not a martial sect. The highest cultivation in the family was his father’s, at Martial General Ninth Layer.

This was precisely why Cang Luo favored partnering with the Wang family—their martial strength was weak. If they ever dared play tricks or scheming against him, he’d crush them.

After more talk, Cang Luo sighed wearily: “That’s enough for now. I have matters to attend to and will be away for a few days—we’ll discuss details when I return.”

Wang Fuhai didn’t ask where Cang Luo was going. He nodded solemnly: “Boss, go without worry. The War Wolf Gang is safe with me, Brother Zhao, and Brother Zang.”

Zhao Ren and Zang Feng quickly nodded in agreement.

Cang Luo said no more—he summoned Erha and headed toward the Beast Forest.

Cang Luo traveled north, eager to test whether he could tame a second beast, his heart uneasy.

Suddenly, his phone, tucked inside his chest, vibrated. He hadn’t set an alarm—this meant a call.

Riding Erha, he pulled out his phone with mild annoyance.

What could be more important than taming a beast?

Damn it! If this is Feng Lin Huo Shan calling, I’m making them pay the bill—this is a long-distance call, inter-universe long-distance.

At least ten thousand yuan per minute—and it’s gotta be U.S. dollars!

Cang Luo muttered under his breath, glancing at the screen—his cousin Yang Yongshan was calling. His interest instantly faded. He didn’t need to guess why.

He’d sent his cousin tens of millions in RMB over time to fund his ventures—he hadn’t counted exactly, didn’t care, left it entirely to Yang Yongshan’s discretion.

Cang Luo didn’t care about the company’s operations—so long as it made money. But Yang Yongshan cared deeply.

He reported weekly on company developments: today he invested in this project, tomorrow he planned to launch that company...

At first, Cang Luo had been attentive, offering advice during calls—but after too many calls, he grew impatient, always hanging up with excuses.

Yang Yongshan had scolded him: “We’re billionaires now—how can you not care? This is your company! Your money!”

Cang Luo really wanted to say: Cousin, I’m a transmigrator now, a martial cultivator—I have no time to manage a company!

He sighed and pressed answer, forcing a smile: “Cousin, did you make money again?”

To his surprise, Yang Yongshan didn’t respond. Cang Luo thought the phone was faulty, shook it, and repeated: “Cousin?”

This time, a voice came—broken, trembling: “Cousin...”

Cang Luo sensed something wrong: “Hm?”

Silence again.

Long pause. Then Yang Yongshan whispered, voice choked with tears: “Cousin... I’m sorry...”

“Sorry? Did you lose money in business?” Cang Luo exclaimed. “Did an investment fail? Losing a bit isn’t the end of the world—winning and losing are part of the game.”

He claimed indifference, but his disinterest was only in management—he entrusted Yang Yongshan out of necessity and trust, since he couldn’t return to Earth.

In truth, he cared deeply about his assets.

Though he now resided on the Yuanwu Continent and was a martial cultivator, he might need Earth’s money again someday.

Upon returning, he could buy Earth goods and sell them on the Yuanwu Continent—expand the War Wolf Gang’s business, use profits to buy cultivation resources, improve his base—essentially arbitrage.

Seeing Yang Yongshan fall silent again, Cang Luo shouted: “Talk!”

“Gone...” Yang Yongshan trembled, startled by Cang Luo’s tone. “Everything’s gone...”

“What’s gone? Be clear! Don’t drag it out!” Cang Luo snapped.

“It’s... like this...”

After a long silence, Yang Yongshan slowly explained.

He said all companies and assets under Cang Luo’s name had been targeted by malicious competitors, driving nearly all of them to bankruptcy.

The most critical point: the opponent used entirely legal business tactics.

Price suppression, poaching staff, stealing projects, slandering product quality, reporting safety and regulatory violations—fire hazards, improper facilities, etc.

They even fabricated illegal acts by employees. These tactics rendered the companies completely unworkable—forced shutdowns, mass resignations, unsellable inventory, total collapse.

Cang Luo flew into a rage: “Didn’t you report this to the police?”

“Useless,” Yang Yongshan laughed bitterly. “Didn’t I say? They used legal methods.

And they were brilliant—left no trace. After reporting, the response was always ‘unable to open a case’ or ‘investigation ongoing’—then nothing.”

Cang Luo growled: “Do you know who’s behind this?”

“We investigated. On the surface, it’s all professional managers. The masterminds? Unknown... Xiao Luo, I’m sorry—did we make too much money and offend someone?”

Cang Luo didn’t answer. He was thinking. Yang Yongshan was right—they’d offended someone.

But not because they’d made too much money. His total Earth assets were barely one hundred million—why would someone go to such extreme lengths over that?

Cang Luo considered the opponent’s methods: their capital was terrifyingly vast, their influence overwhelming—only someone with immense power could mobilize government departments to assist.

He suspected it was his own fault—perhaps someone wanted information about the Yuanwu Continent, and he refused to give it, so they used this method to pressure him...

After a long silence, Cang Luo said coldly: “Stay safe for now. I’ll handle what comes next.”