Chapter 233: Before Even Opening, We’ve Maxed Out the Hatred!
As soon as Chen Ziyi and Lin Zhiwei left, Wang Qiaoqiao, who had been holding back a flood of words about the Brilliance City shop, could no longer contain herself.
She took a step forward, mouth opening to speak, when Zhou Kai grabbed her wrist. He pulled her into his arms, settling her onto his lap in one smooth motion.
“Husband!” Wang Qiaoqiao squeaked, her body stiffening as a blush bloomed on her face.
“What is the rush with the Brilliance City shop?” Zhou Kai wrapped his arm around her slender waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You will be stationed there permanently soon. While we have this time… you should spend it with me.”
His tone was matter-of-fact—overbearing, yet intimate.
Wang Qiaoqiao’s heart fluttered, but she tried to maintain her professional composure. “But the land permits, the connections… these things can’t be sorted in a day…”
“Gao Feihuang,” Zhou Kai interrupted, tapping her waist lightly. “He holds a 30% stake. Greasing palms, securing land, acquiring permits—that is his job. We do not worry about logistics. We only supply the goods.”
Wang Qiaoqiao pouted. “Husband, if you are talking business, talk business. Why are your hands wandering?”
Zhou Kai’s hand had already slipped inside her robes, moving with practiced audacity.
He chuckled. “Business is done. Now, we talk about love.”
…
Wang Qiaoqiao felt like she was melting into a puddle of warm spring water, her soul floating into the nine heavens.
When it came to matching wits in bed, among all his women, only Shen Hanyi could truly hold her own against Zhou Kai…
The next afternoon.
Zhou Kai stood at the mountain peak, his Divine Sense sweeping outward. Three steady, rhythmic auras indicated that his wives had entered deep Secluded Cultivation.
With a thought, the System Panel appeared. He activated the physique transformation protocols for all three.
“This process will take about two months.”
Done. He pulled up Wu Hongxiao’s profile. Her Vitality stat read Bone Forging Ninth Layer—one step from Perfection.
Zhou Kai pondered, then retrieved a Jade Slip. He recorded a few intimate words, then packed two bottles of high-grade Pills.
He summoned Chuntao and Xiahe.
“Use the Sect’s teleportation Formation. Deliver these to Jade Flower Palace, directly to Wu Hongxiao.”
“Yes, Master.” The two women bowed deeply and hurried off.
Just then, a message talisman in his Storage Bag vibrated. Zhou Kai activated it, and Gao Feihuang’s flamboyant voice echoed in his mind.
“Junior Brother! The Brilliance City shop is secured! Prime location, guaranteed to impress! Get here, now!”
Zhou Kai raised an eyebrow.
This fast?
It had only been two days. Gao Feihuang’s efficiency was terrifying.
Brilliance City—The City That Never Sleeps.
Night had fallen, but ten thousand spirit lamps blazed, their light merging with the starry river above. On the broad main streets, escaping lights rose and fell like fireflies. Spirit-beast carriages rumbled past shops protected by shimmering Formations—a scene of explosive prosperity.
Zhou Kai followed the coordinates Gao Feihuang had provided.
He found him in front of a five-story building made of spiritual wood, pearls hanging from the eaves.
The wealthy Senior Brother wore a bright red brocade robe trimmed with gold thread. A belt of clinking jade Magical Artifacts circled his waist, and he fanned himself with a gem-encrusted folding fan.
“Junior Brother! Finally!” Gao Feihuang boomed, rushing over. “Come! Let me show you our masterpiece! I perfectly understood your vision. The final result? I call it ‘Low-Key Luxury with Substance’!”
At the words “Low-Key,” Zhou Kai’s heart skipped a beat. A sense of doom crept up his spine.
They walked together, turning off the bustling main streets. The atmosphere grew strange.
The crowds thinned. The noise faded. The rows of shops gave way to empty lots, until they turned into a deep, silent alley.
At the end of the alley lay a large, empty plaza.
There were no other shops. The few pedestrians who walked by hurried past, eyes fixed on the ground as if fleeing a haunted house. Others shot furtive, terrified glances before scuttling away.
Zhou Kai walked toward the structure at the end of the plaza.
When the building came into full view, his feet nailed themselves to the ground.
His eye began to twitch.
Gao Feihuang’s voice, thick with pride, rang in his ear.
“Look, Junior Brother! Three stories high, painted entirely in Liuxia Gold! It blinds people at night—hell, it blinds them during the day! From half a street away, it will sear the dog-eyes of our enemies! This is what I call a Statement!”
Zhou Kai stared. The building blazed with rainbow-gold light in the dark, looking like a giant, radioactive lantern. It physically hurt his eyes.
“And the statues! I commissioned a master to carve Qilin beasts for luck! For the eyes, I used two Fire-Attribute Demon Cores! Look at those beams shooting into the clouds! Imposing, right? This is ‘Domineering Aura Leaking Out’!”
Zhou Kai looked. The garish Qilin statues shot beams of red light thick as water buckets into the sky, crossing like lightsabers.
“And the sign! Since we are new, I kept it simple. ‘The Unnamed Grand Chamber of Commerce.’ It tells our rivals we don’t even care enough to name it!”
Zhou Kai stared at the massive sign. He had no words.
But that wasn’t the worst part.
What made Zhou Kai’s liver cramp was the pair of couplets flanking the door, massive vertical banners screaming in red and gold.
Left: Ill-gotten gains enter no ordinary threshold; Song Wealth, bring your treasures inside!
Right: How can cheap trash be called fine goods? Yang Head, dog meat—fooling the masses!
And the horizontal scroll above the door, the coup de grâce:
PROFESSIONAL FACE-SLAPPING.
Zhou Kai choked. His vision swam.
Song Wealth? Sending Wealth? Yang Head? Sheep Head?
They weren’t just hinting. They were screaming, “HEY SONG AND YANG FAMILIES! WE ARE HERE TO RUIN YOU!”
Gao Feihuang beamed. “Junior Brother, what do you think? I brainstormed this for three days! Profound, right? Double entendres! It exposes their dirty laundry perfectly! Once we open—”
He stopped, noticing Zhou Kai’s expression.
“Eh? Junior Brother, why are you so pale? Is it the sheer magnificence?”
Zhou Kai turned his head slowly. He looked at Gao Feihuang’s sincere, innocent face.
“Feihuang… Senior Brother.”
He pointed a trembling finger at the building—the golden, red-light-spewing, light-pollution catastrophe.
“This… this is low-key? This thing? It might as well have ‘COME KILL ME’ carved on the roof!”
Gao Feihuang looked confused. “Come on! I only changed the outside! The inside is untouched! Isn’t that ‘Low-Key Luxury with Substance’?”
Zhou Kai felt his “substance” was about to rupture.
“You said prime location? There isn’t a ghost in sight!”
“Exactly!” Gao Feihuang slapped his thigh. “We agreed to open at their doorstep! This is the border of the Song and Yang territories! We sit right in the middle, radiating hatred at both sides! Perfect!”
Zhou Kai felt a myocardial infarction coming on.
“Is this ‘greasing palms,’ or is this slapping them in the face with a brick?”
Gao Feihuang looked at him like he was naive.
“Aren’t we here to provoke?”
“…”
Zhou Kai was speechless.
He finally understood Gao Feihuang’s “efficiency.”
This man had skipped all normal procedures. No networking, no bribes. He had chosen the simplest, crudest, most hate-generating method possible:
Building a golden middle finger right in their backyard.
Zhou Kai could already imagine the Golden Core experts of the Song and Yang families storming down the street with Dharma Treasures in hand.
Staring at the glowing weapon of mass provocation before him, Zhou Kai felt dizzy.
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