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"Confused Cultivator? Little Servant has never heard of this Taoist Sect."
"Perhaps it's not called Confused Cultivator; maybe it's some other Taoist Sect." As he spoke, Li Banfeng's cheeks twisted.
The Phonograph sounded a bit nervous. "My lord, don't be anxious. Let's think this through carefully."
"I'm not anxious," Li Banfeng rubbed his cheeks. "It's just that the order at the meeting is a bit chaotic."
That evening, Ma Wu had the Cook prepare some substantial dishes and invited Li Qi over for a few drinks.
"Old Qi, I'm feeling uneasy."
Li Qi asked, "Is it about the mine?"
Ma Wu shook his head. "Actually, there's nothing serious at the mine. If the workers' barracks collapse, we build new ones. If the train breaks down, we have people who can fix it. But problems in the business world are solved through business means. I've never broken this rule in all these years, yet today, I ended up hitting a buyer."
