Once they had everything arranged, they all smiled, now was the time to quietly wait for the good news.
Ye Hao and Nangong Tianxiang wandered around all noon. By about four in the afternoon, Nangong Tianxiang was completely exhausted and couldn't walk any further.
Ye Hao was quite helpless when it came to women! He still wanted to check the old city site they were on to avoid any future development oversights.
What's the fear in real estate? The biggest fear is oversights, issues with materials, the inadequacy of the land's nature. So Ye Hao needed to have a basic understanding, mentioning any major issues to Duanmu Renzhi and others. However, he found it puzzling when Nangong Tianmi pointed out several issues he was planning to suggest first.
Does this mean Nangong Tianmi could also see some of the issues? If Nangong Tianmi had that kind of insight, then his clever mind might be on par with Qin Xiweng and Aixinjueluo.
But this could be a good thing, the smarter he is, the bigger the Hao Real Estate Company can become.
What's the most profitable in this society? Besides crooked paths, it's real estate, military supplies, and advanced technology.
More commonly, it's real estate, because wherever there are people, there needs to be a place to live, and wherever people live, there's competition. For instance, if his villa is not as good as others, he'll find ways to buy a better one.
"Can you still walk?" Ye Hao looked at Nangong Tianxiang, who was holding onto his arm exhaustedly. Her heels were very red.
Although Ye Hao offered to carry her, she was too embarrassed to be carried by Ye Hao in front of so many people and had to grit her teeth to keep walking for so long.
"Shall we rest a bit?" Nangong Tianxiang looked at Ye Hao, a hint of grievance in her eyes.
"Alright! Let's go sit on that stone bench over there!" Ye Hao smiled and helped Nangong Tianxiang to the stone bench in the distance.
Nangong Tianmi and others were long used to walking; they have trudged half of Shanghai, systematically collecting information by leaving no stone unturned. After an afternoon with Ye Hao, they had no complaints.
They even stood energetically, waiting for Nangong Tianxiang to rest for a bit.
"Brother." After sitting down, Nangong Tianxiang called out.
Nangong Tianmi chuckled and said, "Sis, let's not get mushy. Don't forget to give me my monthly allowance, or you won't see me when I starve."
"How did you know I was going to say something mushy?" Nangong Tianxiang huffed irritably. After spending the afternoon with her brother, she knew he had a quick mind. Before she even got to ask, Nangong Tianmi knew what she wanted to say.
"Sis, your thoughts are just so transparent." Nangong Tianmi said, making it seem like his sister was simple and straightforward.
"You..." Nangong Tianxiang exclaimed, but when she saw Ye Hao suddenly frowning, she asked, "Hao, what's wrong?"
"A skilled fighter is coming," Ye Hao said, a subconscious feeling telling him a skilled fighter would arrive soon.
Ye Hao didn't know who this skilled fighter was, but he knew they were coming with killing intent.
In Shanghai, Ye Hao's enemies were just God and Du Yusheng. The hatred with Du Yusheng wasn't major, but Du Yusheng was obsessive, turning small things into enormous ones. It wouldn't be surprising if this person was sent by Du Yusheng.
"A skilled fighter?" Duanmu Renzhi immediately ran Inner Breath through his body. The moment Duanmu Renzhi did so, Ye Hao perceived a hint that Duanmu Renzhi's body was on par with someone at the twelfth level of National Martial Arts.
"Renzhi, why does your body seem so unusual?" Although Ye Hao sensed a dangerous fighter approaching, escaping now was no longer an option. So Ye Hao decided to wait for the fighter's arrival.
Even though the appearance of that fighter might severely injure Ye Hao, fleeing without knowing who the opponent was wasn't his style.
That wasn't something he could do; even though staying seemed foolish, at least he dared to struggle and fight. Only such people with fighting spirit could grow stronger and improve.
"I'm using a method that channels Inner Breath through my body to reach a state of hardness. Once the Inner Breath is exhausted, my body will become as vulnerable as any mundane one." Duanmu Renzhi said with a helpless smile.
"There are martial arts like that?" Ye Hao asked, intrigued, looking at Duanmu Renzhi.
"Boss, the martial arts of Huaxia are vast and profound. Such techniques are nothing. I've seen real knife and sword techniques; those are true weapon master's work." Duanmu Renzhi replied.
"Renzhi, with so much knowledge, your family must be extraordinary, right?" Ye Hao probed.
"I used to come from a martial arts family, but in modern times, such a family is merely a joke. Now, my family is of a different clan and has nothing to do with the past." Duanmu Renzhi said.
"Why did you leave the family?"
"I didn't want to leave; I was expelled. Since being expelled, I have no desire to return, even if they beg me now." Duanmu Renzhi replied with a smile.
"Why?" Ye Hao asked curiously. Duanmu Renzhi was so young, and his physical prowess matched someone at the twelfth level of National Martial Arts β yet the Duanmu Family expelled him?
Hearing Ye Hao's question, Nangong Tianmi answered on Duanmu Renzhi's behalf: "Because two years ago, Renzhi's body couldn't harness Inner Breath. But in recent months, he discovered he suddenly could, and it grew, leading to the physical prowess you mentioned."
"Indeed," Duanmu Renzhi confirmed with a smile.
"I see; it seems your fate is quite extraordinary!" Ye Hao smiled.
"It's alright," Duanmu Renzhi said, not elaborating further. Ye Hao wasn't particularly interested in his fate; after all, that was his personal experience.
As silence resumed, tension thickened in the air; footsteps slowly increased, reminiscent of a military mobilization.
Everyone turned to look outside, and many people dressed in black were already standing there.
Those people seemed to be preventing others from seeing Ye Hao and the rest, even controlling some from calling the police or watching the scene.
From the crowd, a middle-aged man slowly emerged, cigarette dangling from his mouth, with large sunglasses concealing his face, as if afraid of being recognized.
The middle-aged man advanced step by step, stopping ten meters before Ye Hao and the others. He coldly asked: (To be continued. If you like this work, please support it on Qidian (qidian.com) with recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)