blueteamnovel Chapter 300 The Taoist Strikes Again, the Gods Cannot Bleed._2
Chapter 300 The Taoist Strikes Again, the Gods Cannot Bleed._2
As for wanting to slam on the brakes to take control?
Hehe, it might be feasible elsewhere, but in the Rakshasa Kingdom, a nation steeped in malevolence, it's absolutely impossible.
Why? Because the profits are too huge.
In his previous life, Yi Chen had observed a clear characteristic of long-standing criminal organizations throughout history—they never touched drugs (wisdom from the Godfather Corleone).
Because human hearts are unpredictable, and desires insatiable, when the profits become too vast, those at the top have no way to control the actions of those below. At that moment, disaster occurs.
This matter, when broken down, might look different on the outside, but at its core it's all the same stuff. Find a few people to form a team, and then you're able to branch out on your own. Yi Chen had already foreseen the scene of the big families in Rakshasa Kingdom cornering the market and shearing the public like sheep, and he, would not give the Rakshasa King a second chance.
Strike him down while he's ill—take his life!
"This pot of skewered chicken is almost ready, and guests are about to arrive," Yi Chen lifted the lid, leaned down and fanned the aroma towards his nose, revealing a smile purer than the snowcapped mountains.
Soon after, a hearty laugh could be heard, gradually getting louder as it neared the courtyard.
"It smells delicious! His Highness has been so busy these days that there's hardly been any time to touch the ground, while Mr. Bai seems to be enjoying himself," a familiar wild boar head appeared in Yi Chen's view, followed closely by Hei Feng, dressed in a light gauze, half a step behind.
"Your Highness, I beg your forgiveness. Mr. Bai is merely armchair strategizing. It's truly upon the Crown Prince's strong connections and royal credibility to get things done."
"Your Highness, they say it's better to encounter by chance than to invite purposely. How about trying Mr. Bai's specially developed skewered chicken?" Yi Chen cheerfully offered the skewer threading chicken cubes, garlic, onions, and cilantro to the rakish prince.
"Sss, it's fresh, spicy, and numbing, with a lingering aftertaste that surprisingly ends with a hint of coolness. Delicious! How did you achieve this cooling aftertaste, sir?" The Rakshasa grabbed the skewer, took a bite, and his eyes lit up instantly. He began to critique, clearly also an epicure.
"An aficionado, Your Highness."
"It's mint! I added mint to the soup!" Yi Chen didn't hesitate to reveal his secret recipe.
"Such immense talent, Mr. Bai, and it's wasted on skewered chicken in such seclusion. Have you never thought of taking charge of some official tasks?"
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"You flatter me, Your Highness. Discussing strategy on paper is one thing, but were I to take charge, with this face of mine, who would take me seriously if not for your desperate
It's as if he wished to see Rakshasa Kingdom go up in flames slower.
"Sss, profound words from the master! Dismiss everyone, Hei Feng, record the master's words." The Rakshasa said,
"I do have another issue I wish to consult with you, about this lottery for betting....."
"That's easy, Your Highness. Let's just do it like this, this way, then another way."
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In Yin Manor's vast expanse, three months had passed, covering the spectrum from east to west, gone full circle.
Yi Chen and the Rakshasa Crown Prince spent an entire day and night talking in the little courtyard.
That night, the moon shone like silver, and the distant horizon cast a sprinkling of stars. The strategist Rakshasa and the chief designer of the scallion patch, Yi Taoist, two pioneers of Rakshasa Kingdom, whispered and fully exchanged ideas. Accompanied by the fragrance of the earth brought by the evening breeze, it wasn't until the next morning that they shook hands and reluctantly parted. Hei Feng dutifully recorded their conversation, documenting it for the record.