Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

This place has star gods, destiny, companies, and interstellar peace communications; it's a cosmic-level grand stage that has absolutely nothing to do with cultivating immortality.

But by then, "苟" (gǒu) had already become a habit.

However, despite his best efforts to hide, Sister Tingyun still discovered that he seemed to be something special.

Therefore, Sister Tingyun would often come to talk to him and listen to his opinions.

It was around that time that calling her "Aunt Tingyun" would elicit sarcastic remarks from her.

Tarrasa?

He hadn't heard of it; after all, the world was too big. He was still just an eighteen-year-old boy.

However, since he had never heard of it, it probably wasn't a very large planet. The fact that Tingyun noticed it was probably because of its specialty, the "lantern fish."

After thinking for a long time, Lin Si looked at her and smiled:

“Sister Tingyun, although the Chamber of Commerce should be inclusive and the Immortal Ship needs like-minded friends, if the Chamber of Commerce wants to catch up with the company, it still needs to create some unique ‘brands’ that belong to Minghuo.”

Tingyun raised an eyebrow.

"brand?"

Lin Si smiled.

"You should understand. Others may be able to do it too, but they can never surpass us. That's what 'brand' is."

He paused, organizing his thoughts.

"Because the company is spread all over the world, it's difficult for Minghuo to snatch any of the 'lightfish' related to 'Xiubai Na'. If I'm not mistaken, that planet Tarasa is a planet that the company has overlooked or forgotten, right?"

Tingyun nodded.

"Twelve hundred years ago, the Daiyu Immortal Ship crashed here. It was because of the crash that civilization developed there."

Lin Si: "........."

Is there still this story from the past?

He coughed lightly to calm himself down.

“Sister Tingyun, what I mean is, you should think about how to develop a brand that is unique to Minghuo. Once the brand is established, you won’t need to travel all over the world so often. At that time, people will take the initiative to come to Xianzhou to discuss business with you.”

Upon hearing this, Tingyun put down her teacup, her gaze slightly narrowed.

She tapped her fingers lightly on the table, clearly deep in thought about Lin Si's words.

"brand......"

She repeated the statement in a low voice, her fox ears twitching slightly.

"You mean, make the name 'Minghu' itself the brand name?"

Lin Si nodded.

"That's exactly what I mean. Although the company doesn't have a great reputation worldwide, it's the first company that comes to mind when people want to do business. That's what a brand is."

Upon hearing this, Tingyun pondered for a moment.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, her brows furrowed slightly, and the tip of her tail swayed gently behind the chair.

Lin Si did not disturb her.

The dishes have all been served.

The braised pork belly was served in a small celadon bowl, its sauce a rich, dark color, and the skin glistening with moisture—clearly it had been simmering for quite some time. The lid of the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup was half-open, releasing waves of aroma. Several side dishes were also neatly arranged.

Lin Si held her teacup and looked out the window.

The streets of Xuanye were gradually becoming more crowded. Several clerks from the Tianbo Company hurried by, carrying thick stacks of documents. In the distance, a cargo ship was unloading its cargo at the dock.

Tingyun snapped out of her daze and her gaze fell on Lin Si.

He was holding a teacup and looking out the window, without touching his chopsticks.

Waiting for her.

Tingyun's lips curved slightly.

She picked up a ladle, gave Lin Sisheng a bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup, and gently pushed it in front of him.

"Young Master Lin, please."

Lin Si turned her head and, without any hesitation, took the bowl and took a bite.

The soup is rich and flavorful, bursting with umami in your mouth, and then sliding down your throat in a warm and comforting way.

"Everyone in the Immortal Ship says that fox people are the best at business,"

Tingyun rested her chin on her hand, watching him eat, her eyebrows curving upwards.

"My sister is highly praised for this impression. Little did she know that the most business-savvy person is this eighteen-year-old boy in front of her."

She remembered what Lin Si looked like when she was a child.

At that time, the child was only five or six years old. He followed the adults silently, his big eyes darting around, and he always looked at people with a caution that was not in line with his age.

She immediately sensed that this child was extraordinary.

After getting to know him better, I realized that this kid was indeed quite something. Sometimes he would say things that didn't seem like something a child would say, but if you asked him more questions, he would blink and pretend to be clueless.

Over the years, she has gotten used to it.

It's a pity that my legs became paralyzed inexplicably a year ago.

It's truly fate's cruel joke; my life has been full of twists and turns.

Lin Si took a bite of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup, swallowed it, and replied,

"I'm just being cheeky. When it comes to actually doing business, I'm not even as good as a single hair on my sister's tail."

Tingyun chuckled softly, her eyes crinkling as she watched the young man in front of her devour his food.

She had other thoughts in her mind.

Let's put the business with Tarrassa on hold for now.

She needs to research what kind of product should be made for the Minghuo brand.

"Is it enough? If not, I'll call more for you."

Lin Si shoveled the last bite of rice into her mouth and put down her chopsticks with satisfaction.

"That's enough, that's enough. If I eat any more, I won't be able to walk."

Tingyun looked at the empty dishes in front of him, her lips twitched, but she still handed him a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

"...Your appetite is not quite in line with your body size."

"He's still growing."

You're eighteen.

"Eighteen is a crucial period for physical growth."

Tingyun chuckled, too lazy to argue with him.

She raised her hand to call the waiter to settle the bill, then stood up and naturally walked behind Lin Si, pushing the wheelchair.

"Will your sister take you home?"

"No need, no need,"

Lin Si quickly waved her hand and handed the handkerchief back.

Tingyun thought about it for a moment, then didn't insist and took the handkerchief back.

"Okay. Then be careful."

She paused for a moment, then took a small purse from her sleeve and put it into Lin Si's hand.

"What is this?"

"These are candies I brought back from Zhu Ming a few days ago. The fox-people children love them, and I thought you would like them too."

Lin Si opened it and took a look. Inside were several amber-colored sugar cubes, crystal clear, and they looked sweet.

"Thank you, Sister Tingyun."

"No need to thank me," Tingyun reached out and gently patted his head. "Let's go."

Lin Si smiled as she put away her purse and pushed her wheelchair out of Zhiwei Shengyuan.

Tingyun stood at the doorway, watching his figure disappear into the crowd, and stood there for a long time.

Then she looked away and turned to walk in another direction.

After walking a few steps, he stopped again, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hey, it's me."

Her voice regained its businesswoman-like competence.

"Put the Tarrassa line aside for now, no rush. Help me look up some things. Do you have any 'brand' related case studies at the company? Yes, compile them and send them to me."

After hanging up the phone, she put it away, swayed the tip of her tail behind her, and took out a fan she always carried to gently fan herself.

"At least I don't have to travel all over the world anymore, so I can relax a bit. Speaking of brands, what kind of brands could Xianzhou possibly have..."

Chapter 57 Bronya, Tomorrow you will succeed as the High Protector.

"Have you heard? Lady Bronya somehow acquired an 800-meter-tall mechanical monster, and in just one night, it cleared away most of the snowfields near Everwinter Territory!"

"I heard! I'm going to the snowfield with Tiewei to take a look."

"What are you going to see? Although the Iron Guards and the builders are constructing walls there, it's still cold enough in there."

"Hehe, we're just killing time anyway. The builders and the guards are working so hard, we should see if we can help in any way."

"That's true. I'll go too."

After a night of fermentation, this morning, after hearing the "inspiring" message from last night, such conversations were heard throughout every corner of Belleburg.

Some people were discussing what the 800-meter-tall mechanical monster was all about, some were guessing how Lady Bronya got her hands on it, and others said nothing, simply put on thick clothes, carried tools, and headed towards the snowfield.

Regardless, everyone understands one thing.

Belloberg seems to be really changing.

On the snowfield, the wall has been mostly built.

The Iron Guards and the engineers of the city builders are working hard to build a massive metal frame that rises from the frozen ground and extends toward Belberg.

One after another, the underfloor heaters were laid out, like an artery that was awakening.

Cocolia and her group did not sleep all night.

But no one felt sleepy.

Everyone's eyes carry a kind of light.

That kind of light is called hope.

"Commander Jepard!"

A young guard ran over, his face beaming with excitement.

"More than thirty volunteers have arrived! They said they're here to help build the wall!"

Jepard nodded.

"Send them to the east; they're short-handed there."

"Yes!"

The young iron guard has run far away.

Jepard withdrew his gaze and continued looking at the black soil.

Seven hundred years of snow were blown away overnight.

He recalled the feeling of standing at the foot of the Creation Engine last night, having to look up to see its shoulder, on which stood a person with gray hair flowing in the moonlight, and a lance in their hand shining like a ball of fire.

That person was Miss Bronya.

Jepard was silent for a moment, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curving slightly, but he quickly looked away.