Chapter 721: The Future of Thirteen Hall

Back home, Yang Qing's words still echo in Long Shan's ears.

At Yang Qing's level, many remarks often carry deeper meaning.

Now that I think about it, Thirteen Hall and his desire to run away were long no longer a secret.

And Yang Qing's final words.

It should have been to advise him not to go down a single road into darkness.

Little did he know, he was also doing it to cooperate with Jingmen.

Qian Long Mercenaries, Great Wall Security, Jingmen, and Jingmen Club look invulnerable, but in reality, they are proactive to a degree yet lack sufficient deterrence.

Before Thirteen Hall, opening up a region without years of grinding made rapid results hard to achieve.

But since Thirteen Hall existed, their market expansion speed has become more than three times faster.

Moreover, by normal means, Daxia people find it hard to obtain visas to Western countries, and a group of the poor find it even harder.

Without his Thirteen Hall, achieving twenty thousand successful smuggles a year would already be decent.

During this period, various dirty businesses were also mixed in.

No one knows how many people disappear each year.

He doesn't enjoy dealing in the black.

Rather, Daxia lacks deterrence against the black world.

At the same time, the black side indeed makes money more easily.

That portion of money, if you don't earn it, you let others take it.

Incidentally, he is also safeguarding Daxia people.

His goal is to import one million Daxia people into the Western world each year via smuggling.

And to expand Thirteen Hall into those places as a side effect.

He wants to watch this world from the darkness.

He does not regret his choice.

He is also a man of ideals.

Radiance belongs to you.

The kaleidoscopic black is what belongs to me.

In the middle of the night, Long Wu arrived at Long Shan's house.

At some point, Long Shan began to like hiding himself in the light.

The room was clearly very bright.

But Long Wu found it hard to see Long Shan's face clearly.

There was always light interfering with his eyes.

Until Long Shan saw him enter, stood up from the brilliance, Long Wu could finally see his own little son.

"Dad."

Long Shan walked over and helped Long Wu.

Then he settled him onto the sofa.

"Why are you coming over so late?"

Long Wu sat on the sofa, looking at his son who already bore the bearing of a heroic figure.

He felt quite emotional inside.

Their earlier doubts led to everything that exists now.

Long Shan walked onto a path he most did not want to see.

Long Shan felt completely uneasy under Long Wu's stare.

A bit uneasy.

Only then did Long Wu speak.

"Our Long family has also been helping the Yang family fight for several generations."

"Your grandfather's generation followed the Family Patriarch of the Yang family in battle."

"I also fought side‑by‑side with Yang Rong, risking life and death."

"By your generation, our Long family can finally live up to the Yang family."

"If you want to run Thirteen Hall, just do it."

"Yang Qing should give me this face."

Long Wu still thinks Long Shan and Yang Qing have not made it explicit.

He is ready to risk his own old face to give his son a hand.

Long Shan was a bit at a loss for words.

His expression shifted, hesitating whether to tell his old dad that he and Yang Qing had already reached an understanding.

In the end, he still prepared to speak it out, in case his old dad's good intentions backfire.

"Dad, Yang Ge has long understood the matter, and both sides have already reached an agreement."

"When Feizhou's development is almost complete, I will withdraw."

"Focus on managing Thirteen Hall."

Long Wu's aged face flushed embarrassingly; he had originally planned to resolve this troublesome issue.

He didn't expect that the other party had already solved it themselves.

He suppressed his embarrassment, striving to uphold the creed that as long as he isn't embarrassed, the embarrassment belongs to others.

"That's fine."

It's better to make it clear, so as not to embarrass everyone.

Thirteen Hall was established by you using Jingmen; you helped him complete the layout in Feizhou, also counts as repaying this karma.

Otherwise, if both sides remain unclear, it's easy to cause misunderstandings.

Can you tell me what you plan to do?

Father's meaning, he understood clearly: Jingmen was built by Hou Liu at the Yang Family's behest, and it has nothing to do with their Long Family.

Now you use Jingmen to establish Thirteen Hall; that's borrowing Jingmen's power, and you didn't abandon halfway ungratefully—this is good.

But Long Shan wants to wait until after developing Feizhou before leaving; it's not solely for repaying this karma.

The bigger reason is, he wants to use this Feizhou route to export population to Ouluoba.

Just like he transfers population to Yingjiang via Nanbei and Latin America as a transit.

Directly importing population into Western countries is difficult; it's basically impossible to achieve scale.

With Feizhou and Nanbei and Latin America as a transit, it's different.

It can easily solve the quantity problem.

Moreover, as long as the funds are in place, the forces covering for them are countless.

Furthermore, disguising Daxia people as Nanbei people also makes it easier to operate.

If he wants to grow big and strong, Long Shan still has to rely on the power of Daxia people.

Otherwise, going alone to seize others' wealth routes, no number of people would be enough.

He thought it over in his mind.

Long Shan said, picking his words.

"Fraud and deceit, eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling, drug use, robbery and murder, plus human trafficking—these are what we can do and what we must do."

Each category has huge profits.

We can't do these in Daxia; we can only do them elsewhere.

We can't harm Daxia people, so we can only harm others.

Moreover, organizations that want to harm Daxia in this way are probably not few.

We can also consider this as reciprocal retaliation.

Doing this directly in Western countries is too difficult and also very likely to alert them.

Nanbei, Latin America, and Feizhou are our chosen land.

Thirteen Hall cannot be separated from these places.

Moreover, relying solely on Thirteen Hall, we cannot even establish a foothold in these places.

Hiss—

Long Wu drew a sharp breath.

His own son's heart is too big; this is basically going straight to tug the tiger's whiskers.

Can you see the wealth in here, while others can't?

You snatch food from others' mouths and do drugs beside them; at that point, mercenaries, local forces, and Western countries will not let you off.

You're basically asking for death.

Are you daydreaming?

Do you not know that behind these businesses are actually those big shots?

You're basically going to stir up a hornet's nest.

Are you dissatisfied with living too comfortably?

Long Shan naturally knows the difficulty of this.

We're not trying to achieve it all at once.

We'll first cooperate with local forces to do Smuggling and illegal immigration.

Gradually infiltrate.

Moreover, business is never a zero-sum game; mutual benefit and win-win is the true principle.

I will invest in their businesses, and also let them invest in ours.

Moreover, we will also seek agents, as localized as possible.

I will also use those tactics the Yang Family employs.

And I won't do worse than them.

After all, this is something we've been exposed to since childhood.