"Little Qiang, from now on, the distribution tax for your vegetables at Holiland will be waived," that day, Zhong Ping called Wang Xiaoqiang to Holiland's office point in Los Angeles. She said to him with all seriousness.

"Sister Ping, how could that be? You would lose so much..."

"Where would I lose? Holiland is already profitable," Zhong Ping gazed at Wang Xiaoqiang with her beautiful eyes, full of gratitude... "Little Qiang, if it weren't for you, how could Holiland have turned a loss into a profit within two months?"

Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't deny it. Indeed, it was his farm's vegetables that allowed the Holiland Supermarket to gain a foothold in such an international city as Los Angeles. At the beginning of the vegetable sales, in order to attract customers, Wang Xiaoqiang deliberately set the price of vegetables very low, making great sacrifices both for the farm and himself. Therefore, Zhong Ping wanted to compensate him.

However, Wang Xiaoqiang felt that Holiland had also helped him a great deal, as his goal was to promote his vegetables throughout the United States, which required a good sales point, an appropriate platform. And Holiland was the platform he needed.

Wang Xiaoqiang nodded and said to Zhong Ping, "Thank you, Sister Ping, I won't be polite then, but I hope you can expand Holiland all over the United States..."

"Ha, Little Qiang, you flatter me too much. I don't have that kind of financial strength. These three Holiland supermarkets have already used up most of my available assets. If I were to open more, I'd have to wait another two years..." Zhong Ping walked over from behind the desk to Wang Xiaoqiang's side,

"Sister Ping, I'll sponsor you..." Wang Xiaoqiang said decisively and firmly,

"Eh, Little Qiang, really?" Zhong Ping's voice trembled slightly.

"Really!"

Just as Wang Xiaoqiang and Zhong Ping were engaged in close discussions about the future strategic direction, in a rather remote villa on the hillside outskirts of Los Angeles, Boer of Bordeaux Farm handed a photograph of Wang Xiaoqiang to a man in a top hat, "Mr. Lien, help me take out this man..."

The man in the top hat took the photograph, looked at it carefully on the table, and then said resolutely, "Thirty million US dollars, non-negotiable."

"Shh... Is that the price from which year? The price from fifty years from now? It's not our first collaboration; are you trying to con a regular customer..."

"Yes, it's not our first time working together, so how come you still don't understand our rules?..." Lien said with a cold laugh... "The value of life is not the same, and the difficulty of assassination varies greatly, so naturally, the prices differ. This Wang Xiaoqiang is expensive because he is deeply connected with Anderi. If the operation fails, our Rose Organization will no longer have a foothold in the United States, Italy, or Australia... Mr. Anderi is someone you're familiar with, aren't you?"

Hearing this, Boer fell silent for a moment, then nodded helplessly, "Alright, the money is no problem."

"Good, I like dealing with someone as straightforward as you. Just like old times, before we take action, you need to pay half of the deposit..."

"No problem," Boer said somewhat irritably. "I hope you can send your best people. Otherwise, if we alert him by mistake, it won't be so easy to handle..."

"Don't worry, our Rose Organization has never failed in our tasks... Besides, if the assassination of this man fails, it would be a disaster for our entire organization..." Lien said, casting an interested glance at Boer...

"Actually, although this Chinese man has built a big business and has a good reputation, as far as I know, he never takes precautions. So, Mr. Boer, you can rest assured, it will take just one bullet to help you eliminate the business obstruction..."

Without Boer needing to say it, Lien could infer Boer's thoughts; studying influential dignitaries, businessmen and celebrities was a compulsory course for an assassin organization.

Boer breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. He and Wang Xiaoqiang had no deep hatred, but the fact that Wang Xiaoqiang's vegetables were gradually taking over the market made him feel worse than having a thorn in his side. Everyone knew that Bordeaux Farm was the largest farm in the Western United States. Before Wang Xiaoqiang rose to prominence, Bordeaux Farm had been developing steadily and profiting well. But since Wang Xiaoqiang's vegetables gradually dominated the market, the sale of vegetables produced by Bordeaux Farm decreased, slowly disappearing from the market. Take the Allen Grand Hotel for instance; it used to purchase vegetables from him, but then suddenly, citing poor quality, they rejected his supplies. The supply to one hotel was limited and would not affect the overall situation, but as the volume of Wang Xiaoqiang's vegetables continued to grow, eating into the limited market, it caused the vegetable output of Bordeaux Farm, which relied mainly on market sales, to gradually decrease...

This is the ruthless battle of the business world—victors reign while the defeated are abandoned. In principle, there shouldn't be any complaints, but who would want to watch their own industry wither away?

Boer thought of assassination, a despicable and lowly method, but it wasn't his first time resorting to it. He had previously turned to the Rose Organization to eliminate a competitor, and the job was done neatly and to his satisfaction, so he had come to the Rose Organization again.

Zhong Ping donned her professional attire, exuding an air of opulent grace and an unattainable aristocracy that made her seem coldly alluring, an untouchable authority. Yet, at that moment, this elegant beauty was tender and sweet with Wang Xiaoqiang... "Alright, I've promised to keep the supermarket open for you, but you should head back now, I need to get to work..."

"Okay then, Sister Ping, I won't disturb you any further..." Wang Xiaoqiang stood up, turned around, and made to leave.

When he reached the door, Zhong Ping called out to him again, her voice shyly saying, "Little Qiang, tonight... I'll come over to your place, and we can play some chess..."

"Mmm, sure, Sister Ping, but Sister Ping, you look really beautiful in that suit. I hope you don't change out of it after work..." Wang Xiaoqiang sincerely complimented...

"Mmm, I promise you..."

That evening, true to her word, Zhong Ping arrived in her professional attire, though her hair was damp, clearly having just been washed, and she was carrying a large box in her hand.

Wang Xiaoqiang reached out to take the box, peeking inside, "Yikes, Sister Ping, what's this thing..."

Before he could finish, the eight Spiritual Springs inside him stirred simultaneously, unleashing a potent suction force. At the same time, the box in his hand began to violently shake.

Wang Xiaoqiang quickly pressed down on the box with both hands atop his legs to steady it.

"It's labeled, can't you read..."

"Sister Ping, this, this Wild Mountain Ginseng... is it for me?" Wang Xiaoqiang thought to himself, regardless of whether it was meant for me, it will eventually end up in my stomach, well, in the stomach of the Spiritual Springs.

"I bought this ginseng for the old master, but since he's in robust health and can't absorb it, I thought I'd give it to you to help bolster your health..."

Unsure of the size or age of the Wild Mountain Ginseng within the box, Wang Xiaoqiang felt the eight Spiritual Springs working like pumps, still not finished absorbing it. To prevent Zhong Ping from noticing anything unusual, Wang Xiaoqiang kept his grip tightly on the Ginseng Box, saying, "Sister Ping is really caring..."

As he spoke, Wang Xiaoqiang stared at Zhong Ping.

At that moment, the Ginseng Box stopped shaking, but the eight Spiritual Springs inside him were far from settling down. Like a person who had eaten too much, they kept moving, expanding, and contracting...

"Hey, is that box a beautiful woman, the way you keep holding onto it..." Zhong Ping saw Wang Xiaoqiang clutching the Ginseng Box, ignoring her, and couldn't help but make a complaint.

"Sorry, Sister Ping, I'm just so happy with the gift you gave me. Anyway, please have a seat, I'll just go and put this Wild Mountain Ginseng away..." As he said this, Wang Xiaoqiang got up and took the ginseng to his study. Upon opening the box, he found nothing but a heap of ginseng shards. The quantity was vast, clearly indicating the ginseng was substantial in size or age.

Without another thought, Wang Xiaoqiang hurriedly closed the Ginseng Box and hid it in a concealed spot.

Then, the eight Spiritual Springs within his body started to expand and contract even more violently. Wang Xiaoqiang knew they were about to divide again, so he stood in his study, quietly sensing them, waiting for them to split.

Indeed, in less than half a minute, pff pff pff pff pff pff pff pff... the eight Spiritual Springs each made a splitting sound, dividing into sixteen Spiritual Springs.

Filled with joy, Wang Xiaoqiang dared not move, remaining in place, quietly tuning into them, to see where these sixteen Spiritual Springs would settle.

Suddenly, all sixteen Spiritual Springs in Wang Xiaoqiang's body changed their regular orbit, converging swiftly toward his lower abdomen, where they gathered together, forming a powerful "Energy Station," radiating waves of searing energy...(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for us on Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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