Xiahou Aotian stared at the man behind the spacious desk as if facing a formidable adversary. He lowered his proud chin, softened his unshakeable gaze, and straightened his relaxed posture. He had to admit it—today, Xiahou Aotian, the man known for his strength, had encountered a truly formidable opponent. The opulent study, resembling a palace, exuded an unmistakable aura of wealth—luxurious furniture, a plush carpet so soft it was almost unimaginable, and on the table, exquisite pastries and fine wines that spoke of refined taste. In terms of wealth, Xiahou Aotian had lost, and the loss was complete and unquestionable. In appearance, he considered himself outstanding—his features refined, his eyebrows arched like a sword, his eyes bright and expressive. Even in his natural, unadorned state, he surpassed the rising stars who were constantly hailed as "brothers" in the industry. Yet, upon close inspection, Xiahou Aotian for the first time doubted his own aesthetic appeal. The man before him—his face so handsome and flawlessly composed—seemed to have been masterfully carved by God himself. In demeanor, the other sat at an expensive desk, resembling the one reserved for the President in the White House, dressed in a crisp, well-cut white suit, with a full-length portrait of himself spanning half the wall behind. Indeed, it was as the old saying went: "You carry grace like the wind, always at your side." In that very instant, he saw anger, determination, excitement, humiliation, and unyielding resolve in Xue Hou Ao Tian's expression and gaze. He had only exchanged a greeting with him, yet the other had already been silently portraying a television drama of at least 40 episodes filled with love, hatred, and emotional ups and downs. Indeed, was there such a peculiar person in the world? Fu Qingyang's eyes flickered slightly, suppressing his inner confusion and bewilderment, and maintaining his composed, aloof demeanor, saying: "The Prime Immortal told me that you obtained a secret manuscript on mechanical engineering during your time in the Mechanical City of Mo Sect—a manuscript containing numerous architectural and mechanical design drawings." Xue Hou Ao Tian turned to Zhang Yuanqing, who was seated by the desk, and complained irritably, "How could you betray me? We've always been partners." "This isn't betrayal at all—it's collaboration. You now possess core technology, but you're short on capital; you need financing," Zhang Yuanqing said, gesturing toward Fu Qingyang with a lifting motion. "Our money partner is willing to serve as your angel investor." Xia Hou Ao Tian scrutinized the two of them with disbelief, then hesitated, expressing his suspicion: "Did you arrange three hundred axe and hammer men outside the study? As soon as I refuse, you'll shatter the cup and charge in to eliminate me?" "No, no," Zhang Yuanqing replied. "There are no axe and hammer men outside the study. Only slender, tall, and lovely rabbit maidens." "Ugh, extravagantly frugal!" Xia Hou Ao Tian felt jealous enough to feel as though his very walls were separating from him. "Once your collaboration with Qian Gong is finalized, you can also indulge in such extravagance," Zhang Yuanqing responded with seamless grace. Upon hearing this, Xia Hou Ao Tian became increasingly enthusiastic, stroking his chin. "I don't want rabbit maidens. I want the petite, strap-sleeve-wearing lady executives." Fu Qingyang's嘴角 twitched slightly, and he coldly remarked: "My study is not a place where you discuss romance and poetry." With a calm gaze fixed on Xia Hou Ao Tian, he continued: "We can collaborate. You handle the manufacturing side, and I take on the agency role. I will supply the raw I'll handle the sales, and it can only be me doing the sales—no other distributors allowed, and no one, not even the Xiaohou family, can get access to the Secret Treatise on Mechanical Engineering." Xiahou Aotian shrugged, "But I've already shared the Secret Treatise with the Xiaohou family." "What?" Zhang Yuanqing was stunned. Fu Qingyang remained calm. "How much have you disclosed?" "Well, you're a seasoned scout—your composure is impressive." Xiahou Aotian lifted his chin. "I used a basic puppet figure to settle the family's outstanding debts. Clearly, it's not worth 150 million, yet my uncle insisted on paying a premium, essentially seeking the subsequent mechanical blueprints. In fact, I'm more inclined to sell those blueprints to the family." Zhang Yuanqing quickly interjected, "You're being foolish—how can you be so foolish as to match your elder brother's lack of foresight? Isn't family development more crucial than any guild's growth?" Xiahou Aotian scoffed, "It's definitely the family's development that matters most." "This guy turns out to be surprisingly well-organized... Zhang Yuanqing furrowed his brows. Indeed, family development naturally holds greater importance than that of a guild, even if Xiaohou Aotian isn't favored by the elder family members. However, the characteristic of elite families in the Spiritual Realm ensures that blood-related relatives invariably receive protection and benefits—regardless of how much they're disliked, as long as their strength is sufficient, the family will inevitably grant them authority. At present, the role of 'Wangzhe Guilai' hasn't yet reached such a level. Fu Qingyang ignored Xiaohou Aotian's remarks and calmly outlined his plans, "I intend to establish a company under the name of the 'Wangzhe Guilai' guild, then, as the controlling entity, engage in cooperation with the Taiyuan Sect and the Wu-Xing Alliance, becoming their official suppliers of mechanized weaponry." "Once our cooperation with the official bodies stabilizes, I will expand our operations to the elite families and civilian organizations closely aligned with the official institutions—these groups will subsequently source their supplies from us." The profits we earn, we split four to six—four to you, six to me. Fu Qingyang looked at Xiahou Gongzi. "Now that we're negotiating, is it more important for the family's development, or for the guild's development?" Xiahou Aotian spoke with a strong, resolute voice: "Guild development is more important!" He had to yield to the demands of this man. With neither funds nor resources of his own, Xiahou either had to sell his organic scriptures at a premium to the family, or establish a company under the family's name, just like Fu Qingyang. At most, he could serve as the CEO of the company—absolutely not with more than 40% ownership. In a family-run enterprise, no individual held more than 10% shares, and even the family head himself didn't. Fu Qingyang nodded in satisfaction. "I've already purchased the villa next door, to be used as our organics manufacturing plant. You will now serve as the plant's manager. I'll assign a group of scholars to you, and you'll oversee them. For non-core components, you'll delegate their production." "With that," Fu Qingyang added, "as the main character, you need a team and loyal followers. This is your first step toward establishing yourself as a figure on par with Lu Ban and Mozi—something that will carry your name far and wide." The impact of this statement was no less powerful than Guan Ya telling Zhang Yuanqing: "Master, from now on, I'll bring you a concubine every month." "About 30%, that's too little—he'll rebel, and then it'll be hard for me to manage," Zhang Yuanqing said. Fu Qingyang nodded and added, "I'll give you 10% of the shares as a gift. You can invite some trusted people to join as shareholders, such as your mother-in-law, whose prospects have been rather uncertain lately. Her business has not been going well over the past few years." How much will 10% of the shares be worth in the future...? Zhang Yuanqing bowed deeply, "Thank you, boss!" In daily life, he not only fixes computers, air conditioners, changes light bulbs, and repairs washing machines, but can also climb over the wall to take screenshots of interesting updates from the outside network. Aside from not being good at fighting, he’s essentially a well-rounded, all-around assistant. His bachelor’s-level capabilities match those of the entire team. "It’s not a resignation—it’s just a temporary reassignment," Li Chunfeng pointed outside. "Master Fu has purchased the large villa behind us and plans to convert it into a mechanical weapons factory. I’ve been assigned there." "So that’s equivalent to a resignation," Xie Lingxi frowned slightly. "Then you won’t be part of our team anymore, right?" "When there’s no task, I’ll be there tightening screws; when there’s a task, I’ll join you on duty," Li Chunfeng replied. The queen and Xie Lingxi were left speechless. "Such a desperate move? Are you really treating us like livestock?" Li Chunfeng looked thoughtful, then finally yielded, his voice hollow as he said, "I originally refused, as it didn't align with my lifestyle and would bring my quality of life to its lowest point. But Master Fu said the salary would be multiplied by ten—he offered far more than that."