Chapter 1865: Control

"I have painstakingly managed this for so many years; I do not believe you can have control over the company," Li Tangyan shrieked.

"Then let's try it. The people in the company are loyal to you? Heh, they are just employees. Whoever gives them enough benefits, they listen to. You, a prisoner, really think you can control everything in the company? What a joke."

Just at this moment, several police cars drove over. After communicating with Zhang Yu at the scene, they directly handcuffed Li Tangyan and took her into the police car.

This farce could be considered over at this point. Next, there would be overwhelming news about Li Tangyan.

No one expected that this woman, who usually appeared to be inseparable from her husband, would have such a vicious heart.

Zhang Yu expressed his gratitude to Chen Yu. He now had to return to the company to handle some affairs; after all, Li Tangyan had managed his company for decades.

Since he had suddenly returned, there were certainly those who were unconvinced. What he needed to do now was to clear out all those people at the scene and ensure that the power of the company was firmly in his own hands.

Chen Yu had nothing to do, so he gave some pointers to Tang Yi.

Tang Yi had already entered the gate; his aptitude was good, and during this recent period, he had been responsible for the safety of Chinatown, gradually tempering a decisive and murderous aura.

"Master, I feel that my cultivation has recently hit a bottleneck," Tang Yi said. "I feel that the yin and yang energies in my body seem to be entering the dantian uncontrollably."

"Cultivation was never a matter of a single day or night. The fact that you have achieved this much in a short time is actually quite good," Chen Yu said. "Yin and yang energies are the foundation of cultivation. It is normal that you cannot control them for a while. Here, I will pass on a set of Meditation methods to you. Follow them for your cultivation, and you will gradually be able to control them."

"Thank you, Master." Tang Yi was overjoyed. The things Chen Yu passed on to him were too profound, and there were some things he could not understand for the moment, but as long as Chen Yu was willing to teach, he would definitely learn.

"How do you feel now? You have been in charge here for quite a while; have there been any changes in your mindset?" Chen Yu asked.

"One cannot be indecisive in handling affairs. The only thing I have summarized during this period is... absolutely do not sympathize with others," Tang Yi thought for a moment and said.

"Oh, why do you have such a view?" Chen Yu turned his head and asked.

"Because sometimes those people are not worth sympathizing with. You pity them, and they will turn around and stab you in the back," Tang Yi said. "The law of survival in this world is not to let sympathy overflow."

"It seems you have experienced quite a lot during this time," Chen Yu smiled and said leisurely. "There are many pitiful people in this world, but that is not a reason for you to blindly sympathize with them. Some pitiful people have hateful aspects."

"Yes, you help them, and not only will they not be grateful to you, but they will turn around and target you instead. I have encountered this far too often," Tang Yi shook his head and said. "So I understood one principle: never pity others. Within the scope of your ability, help others, but never touch things that exceed your ability too much."

"You have reached this level of realization; you can be considered enlightened. Never be a pushover," Chen Yu paused and said. "In the process of handling matters, have you encountered any problems you couldn't solve?"

"There are certainly problems. After all, I didn't mix in this before, so being suddenly pushed to the front, some people are unconvinced," Tang Yi laughed. "But the problems are not big; I can handle them myself."

"If you encounter people who are unconvinced, then beat them until they are beaten into submission," Chen Yu smiled slightly. "These people, only when you beat them into submission will they be respectful to you."

"Understood." Tang Yi nodded heavily. He strolled along the street with Chen Yu.

An elderly beggar appeared ahead. The old man was advanced in age, his thin body hunched over. He had a broken bowl placed in front of him, and like most beggars, there were a few coins in his broken bowl.

When the two passed by, Tang Yi took out a few banknotes and threw them in. The old man prostrated himself on the ground, thanking Tang Yi incessantly.

"You are still quite prone to overflowing sympathy," Chen Yu smiled. Tang Yi's nature was just like this; even if he tried to teach him to be a bit more cold-blooded, he could not do it.

"He is a weakling and deserves more Care Foundation, even though I know I cannot solve those problems," Tang Yi smiled and said. "And seeing these things, I always can't help but give them a little."

"I don't know too much about the situation here in Yizhou, but back home, these kinds of people are usually organized. Their income is not low; it is quite a bit higher than the average wage earner," Chen Yu said. "Most of them are not poor; this is a profession."

"This kind of thing can also become a profession?" Tang Yi felt it was unbelievable. "There is no such profession here. These kinds of pitiful people are usually truly homeless. They won't use sympathy to make money, and that kind of behavior is also despised by people."

"There are differences in lifestyles between home and overseas, and these differences are quite large," Chen Yu nodded slightly. "By the way, you mentioned the problems you encountered; what kind of problems are they?"

"There is a sect stationed in Milan Street, and this sect is called the Heavenly Dao Sect," Tang Yi said. "They think I am young and my strength is average, so I am not worthy of being a manager."

"Heavenly Dao Sect, it doesn't sound like any famous orthodox sect," Chen Yu's eyes narrowed.

"They are Daoists and know some yin and yang Strange Arts. They should be a branch of some Daoist sect from back home, having traveled far overseas, but over these years they have become a sect of their own overseas and no longer have much connection with the original sect back home," Tang Yi said. "And here, they have many supporters."

"Charlatans are best at using the psychology of ordinary people and then crazily brainwashing them," Chen Yu said. "Take me to meet them. I feel that just by their name, one can tell they are not decent people."

"Yes, it just so happens they have a hall in front; we can go over and see their situation," Tang Yi said.

It was a small Daoist temple. Inside the temple were several statues of the Three Pure Ones, and the Daoists in the temple wore yellow robes, only their Daoist robes were different from ordinary ones; a Dark Energy mark on them was their identifier.

When they entered, a Daoist was treating a woman's illness. The woman was kneeling in front of the statue, her eyes tightly closed, and she was still muttering something.

A Daoist was in front of the altar, fiddling with a Peach Wood Sword in his hand. He was like those Daoists in movies and television dramas, holding the sword with his eyes closed, occasionally sprinkling some yellow paper, and then burning the Talisman Paper in his hand.

As his chanting reached a climax, he placed the paper in his hand heavily into a bowl of water. With a 'Boom—', the Talisman Water in the bowl suddenly ignited.