Li Kong curled the corner of his mouth and chuckled.
"That playboy Wang Hao from the Wang Family would be a perfect candidate."
The implication was clear—he wanted to pull the Wang Family into the venture.
Though Wang Hao was somewhat of a wastrel,
he was already twenty-nine years old.
Rumors had it that his martial cultivation was still stuck at the peak Warrior level.
His talent could only be considered average.
But his grandfather was a bona fide Martial Saint.
At the mention of Martial Saints,
Chen Feng glanced at Li Kong.
"How about you lend a hand too? Take an honorary position at the Chosen Martial Hall."
With the Wang Family on board and Li Kong added to the mix,
it would mean the Chosen Martial Hall had two Martial Saints backing it.
Grandpa Jin was undoubtedly part of the Chosen Martial Hall as well.
A martial hall with two Martial Saints and one Martial Venerable—
such a lineup could rival a top-tier aristocratic family.
Li Kong laughed heartily.
"Never thought you'd set your sights on me too."
"But let’s not forget, even my Martial Saint status was boosted by Youxi’s Blood Ginseng Soup infused with Vermilion Fruit."
"Consider this me repaying a favor."
Jin Youxi beamed with delight,
revealing two rows of pearly white teeth.
Hearing that her master planned to expand the Chosen Martial Hall
filled her with excitement.
As the senior disciple, she’d soon have many junior brothers and sisters.
Liu Weiwei was also looking forward to it.
She genuinely hoped her master would achieve great things
and wanted to contribute however she could.
In the Wang Family’s conference room in the capital,
Wang Hao sat bored out of his mind as his elders debated various matters.
He’d long been written off—the family wanted him to take over their businesses,
but Wang Hao had no interest in that path.
Just then, his phone buzzed with a notification.
With nothing better to do, he opened the messaging app.
To his shock, it was a message from his buddy Chen Feng.
When he saw the photo of an entire Protoceratops
and the stated weight of 400 kilograms,
Wang Hao shot to his feet and blurted out,
"Holy shit!"
The meeting came to an abrupt halt.
All eyes turned to Wang Hao,
wondering what nonsense the family’s black sheep was up to now.
His Uncle, who’d been leading the discussion, had long lost patience with his nephew.
Every meeting, the kid was either dozing off or playing mobile games.
He’d even run into him in the game’s ranked matches multiple times.
He’d always turned a blind eye, figuring there was no point polishing a turd.
But this time, he’d had enough.
"You little brat, have you lost your damn mind?"
"Have I gone too long without beating you up? How dare you disrupt a meeting like this!"
Wang Hao snapped back to reality and looked around,
only then remembering he was in the middle of a meeting.
"Uncle, calm down. This is important."
His Uncle scoffed.
"What kind of bullshit ‘important matter’ could you possibly have? More important than the company?"
"Our family’s in a crisis right now!"
"The Duan Family has cut off all dealings with us."
"Several of our pill formulas can’t be produced anymore—do you even realize that?"
"If we don’t meet their demands, we’re finished!"
Wang Hao quickly raised his phone.
"This is serious! I’ve got a whole Protoceratops here!"
"Look, just look!"
His Uncle froze,
then snatched the phone and scanned Chen Feng’s message.
After a beat, he glared at Wang Hao and barked,
"What the hell are you still standing around for?"
"Get your ass to Kunlun City and buy that thing!"
"With this dinosaur, our Bone-Strengthening Pill alone will secure our position!"
Before long,
the Duan Family caught wind of the news.
The Chairman of Duan Group frowned.
"You’re saying Wang Hao was playing with his phone and suddenly mentioned someone selling a Protoceratops?"
"Do we know who the seller is?"
The corporate spy liaison shook his head.
"Where’s Wang Hao now? Follow him."
"We must intercept that dinosaur—we can’t afford another failure like last time."
Early the next morning, Wang Hao arrived in Kunlun City.
But when he stepped off the plane, he was greeted by a stunning woman
holding a large LED sign that read:
"Welcome, Mr. Wang Hao."
"The Kunlun branch is really stepping up their game," he mused.
He approached her and exchanged greetings.
The woman eagerly escorted him out of the airport.
Meanwhile, the actual Wang Family receptionist stood confused,
holding his usual sign and watching Wang Hao walk away with the stranger.
"Did the Vice President arrange his own ride?"
Once in the car, Wang Hao remarked,
"New company car? A Rolls? Getting fancy, huh?"
The woman gave an awkward smile.
"Mr. Wang, where would you like to go?"
"Kunlun Sanatorium. Step on it—I can’t wait."
After a while, Wang Hao frowned.
"Wait, isn’t this the wrong direction?"
"Last time I came, we went the other way."
The woman quickly explained,
"Mr. Wang, there’s construction on the usual route. We have to detour."
Wang Hao nodded.
"Oh. Wake me when we get there."
As soon as his eyes closed,
the woman sent a text:
[Kunlun Sanatorium].
When the Duan Family received this, they frowned.
"That’s where the last dinosaur deal happened."
"Is it that Chen Feng again?"
Without hesitation, they dispatched men to the sanatorium.
They’d verify the lead first.
Meanwhile, Wang Hao slept until noon.
Blinking groggily, he asked,
"Where are we?"
The woman suddenly turned furious.
"Who are you? You’re not Wang Hao!"
Wang Hao was baffled.
"What the—? Of course I’m Wang Hao!"
Woman: "No, you’re not!"
Exasperated, Wang Hao pulled out his ID.
"See? Wang Hao. Right here."
"How do you not recognize your own company’s VP?"
The woman nearly laughed—
but she was a professional.
She produced a photo.
"The Wang Hao I’m picking up looks like this."
"Get out now, or I’ll scream."
Wang Hao, utterly bewildered, raised his hands.
"Don’t scream! I’m leaving, I’m leaving!"
The last thing he needed was a public scene.
But the moment he stepped out,
the woman sped off,
leaving Wang Hao standing alone in the middle of nowhere.
"What the actual hell? Where did she dump me?"
Pulling out his phone, he called the Kunlun branch and unleashed a tirade.
"What kind of clown show are you running? You lost your own VP!"
"And nobody even called to find me? Unbelievable!"
"Send a car NOW."
"I’m sending my location."
The branch staff stared at the GPS pin,
completely baffled.
"Why did the vice president go to the neighboring city?"
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