The housekeeper watched Tang Wanwan and Tianmiao chat, almost revealing all of her family’s secrets, leaving the housekeeper dumbfounded.
"Uncle Zhang, don’t worry. Elder sister is a good person, she is from the Tian Family. You can talk directly to Grandpa, we were attacked, and it was the amulet given by Grandpa that guided elder sister to save ," Tang Wanwan explained to the housekeeper briefly.
The housekeeper’s expression changed. He grew up with Grandpa Tang and had heard so of the Tang Family’s secrets. He also knew a bit about the Tian Family’s affairs. Hearing Tang Wanwan’s words, the housekeeper’s attitude shifted, and he no longer said anything, just quietly sitting by the side. This wasn’t sothing he could involve himself in.
When Tang Wanwan went to attend a summit forum, the housekeeper arranged a place for Tianmiao to rest, figuring it would be best to do everything according to the highest standards, thinking that surely wouldn’t go wrong.
"Sister, after my eting, I’ll take you to try so delicious food. There’s a restaurant here that I really like," Tang Wanwan said happily to Tianmiao. For so reason, despite having just t, Tang Wanwan felt very dependent on Tianmiao.
"Alright, I’ll wait for you," Tianmiao nodded slightly.
The place the housekeeper arranged for Tianmiao to rest was a suite in a six-star hotel.
Kong Hou was sitting on the living room carpet, engrossed in playing a video ga. Dong Xiao stood by the window, gazing into the distance. In this world, spiritual energy was becoming so thin it was nearly dissipating. This ant the world would gradually change, a fundantal transformation. Those extraordinary skills and talents, in the end, would inevitably be obliterated by the tide of technology.
Tianmiao, on the other hand, was reading a magazine, thoroughly enjoying it. It was a magazine about jewelry.
"Boss, are you planning to buy this jewelry design company?" Dong Xiao walked over, looking at the magazine in Tianmiao’s hand and asked.
"How much wealth did that person leave behind last ti?" Tianmiao inquired. That person referred, of course, to the employee of the Heavenly Dao Office who had co down to stabilize this world.
"Quite a bit," Dong Xiao thought for a mont and conservatively said, "Maybe enough to buy several countries?"
"Hmm, that person sure knows how to enjoy himself. Ca for a mission and ended up accumulating wealth!" Tianmiao waved the magazine in her hand. Just as Dong Xiao was about to ask if they should report that person, Tianmiao’s tone changed, and she smiled, "But, I like it. How else can you enjoy without money?"
Dong Xiao swallowed the words he was about to say and changed to: "So, Boss, do you want to buy this jewelry design company?"
"Buy it, I like this style, let them design more of this style," Tianmiao instructed, pointing to the magazine in her hand.
"Yes," Dong Xiao nodded, noting it all down.
After listening to Tianmiao’s instructions, Dong Xiao was about to prepare to go to the Tian Family’s ancestral ho. In the ancestral ho left behind by that employee, there were many guards. But actually, these weren’t humans. They were either spirits or puppets. After that employee left, an array had been set up to guard it, making it impossible for ordinary people to enter. However, as soon as Tianmiao and the others appeared, the spirits in the ancestral ho imdiately submitted, and control of the puppets was entirely handed over to Dong Xiao.
Kong Hou called out to him: "Hey, Dong Xiao, where are you going? Take with you to have a look!"
"Going to the ancestral ho. It’s cold and deserted there, are you sure you want to go?" Dong Xiao said icily.
"Oh, then forget it, you go. I’ll just stick with the Boss," Kong Hou lost interest upon hearing that. Having just arrived in this world, she found everything novel and wanted to experience many things. Dong Xiao, this old man, had been to more worlds than she had, with more experience. Yes, it was best to leave many things for him to handle. Kong Hou found a perfectly logical reason for her laziness.
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