From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Qi Yufei, who was standing to the side, immediately looked up when he heard this, and almost choked on the tea in his mouth.

"Mr. Feng, this management authority is too heavy."

Lu Yunzhou tapped his fingers on the table. "I'll manage it for you. Leave the accounts and personnel to me. The profits will be split according to the rules, so no one will lose out."

Feng Dekun shook his head and pushed another document in front of him: "You saved the old lady of the Feng family and helped the Feng family keep Jubaozhai. I'm at ease handing the shop over to you."

Lu Yunzhou looked at the document, paused for a few moments, and then signed his name with a pen.

When Zhong Yue turned to leave, Zhong Xiao was still kneeling on the spot.

Two of Zhong's men helped him up, but his knees were weak and he stumbled as soon as he regained his balance.

People in the warehouse held up their phones and filmed him kneeling and admitting defeat.

The Zhong family lost the mining project and also lost Sheng'an's business.

After the Zhong family left, Lu Yunzhou closed the folder and turned to look at Qi Yufei.

Qi Yufei's heart tightened, and he subconsciously covered his pocket.

"Yufei, lend me 60 million for temporary working capital."

Lu Yunzhou remained calm. "I'll return it to you in three months."

Qi Yufei's teacup stopped in mid-air, his face filled with astonishment.

He mentally calculated his savings and realized he couldn't even scrape together six million.

"Brother-in-law, are you kidding me?"

"Half of it was a joke."

Lu Yunzhou handed the documents to Gu Bowen, saying, "I'll come to you again when I'm really short of money."

Qi Yufei breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put the teacup back on the table.

But when he heard the words "I'll come looking for you again," his shoulders slumped down again.

"My meager savings can't withstand such a large loan from you."

Lu Yunzhou patted him on the shoulder and turned to walk towards the storeroom behind Jubaozhai.

The first thing the new manager did upon taking office was to inventory the old stock.

The warehouse was filled with junk that had been there for decades.

A broken wooden box, a broken incense burner, a chipped inkstone, and even the account books were tucked away in a corner.

Feng moved the display case against the wall, revealing a thick wooden table.

A gray-black paperweight, about two palm lengths long, was placed in the middle of the wooden table. Its surface was pitted and its edges were covered with oil stains.

It was buried under several pages of old accounts, and nobody took it seriously.

Lu Yunzhou walked to the table, and the "Creation Technique" within his body suddenly started to rotate on its own.

The commotion came suddenly, and the true energy surged along the meridians.

He raised his hand, still half a foot away from the paperweight, and felt warmth in his palm.

Lu Yunzhou stopped and his gaze fell on the gray-black ore.

"Where did this paperweight come from?"

The shop assistant flipped through the old ledger and pointed to a blurry line of record: "It was acquired seventeen years ago. The seller's surname was Zhou. The price was very low, and no one wanted it after that, so it was used to hold onto the ledger."

Lu Yunzhou reached out and picked up the paperweight.

The stone was heavy and had a rough, abrasive feel to it.

The internal energy within his body immediately accelerated, and the tightness in his chest also eased.

There's something hidden inside this thing.

He placed the paperweight on the stone-cutting platform and called over the oldest stone-cutting master in the Feng family.

"Start by cutting through this old crack, peel off only three inches of the outer shell."

Lu Yunzhou used chalk to draw the location where the knife would strike, saying, "The things inside must not be damaged."

The master craftsman stared at him for a moment, then started the small cutting machine without asking any further questions.

Stone chips fell into the iron pan, and the gray-black outer shell was gradually chipped away along the cracks.

Inside, fine silver particles are first revealed, with pale blue shimmering lines between them, forming a fist-sized marrow-like ore body.

Lu Yunzhou reached out and touched it, and a gentle force flowed into his meridians through his palm.

His breathing immediately became smooth, and even the old injury on his right shoulder lessened somewhat.

Feng Dekun moved closer to the table and picked up a magnifying glass to examine it.

"What is this?"

Lu Yunzhou did not answer immediately.

He took out a silver needle and gently approached the ore body.

Before the silver needle even fell, a layer of tiny star-like particles condensed on its surface, and then sank back into the mineral marrow in the blink of an eye.

"Star Sand Essence".

Lu Yunzhou put away the silver needles. "They can retain the power to nourish the heart meridian. If you keep them close to your body, they will be good for your heart meridian over time."

Feng Dekun gripped the edge of the table, his breathing becoming heavier.

He had been in the mining business for decades and had never seen anything like this in Sheng'an.

"How much can you sell it for?"

Qi Yufei moved closer to the table, his eyes fixed on the mineral marrow.

"Money can't buy it."

Lu Yunzhou picked up the mineral marrow. "I'm going to make it into a heart-protecting brooch."

After he finished speaking, he took the old envelope out of his pocket.

The edges of the envelope were worn, but the eight-petaled pattern on the wax seal was still clear.

That was a letter Mu Qingying had anonymously sent him many years ago, and it was something he had kept with him for many years after his life was interrupted.

Lu Yunzhou placed the envelope on the table, pressing down one corner with his palm.

"The brooch holder should be engraved with this pattern."

Upon seeing the sealing wax, Feng Dekun immediately summoned two craftsmen.

They placed the mineral marrow into a soft cloth box, and then brought out a silver tray, fine needles, and carving knives to redefine the design according to Lu Yunzhou's requirements.

"Don't make the needle too long, or it will damage the fabric."

Lu Yunzhou looked at the blueprints and said, "There's a hidden clasp on the back so it won't fall off easily when worn."

The old craftsman nodded and noted it down, his hand holding the knife becoming a little steadier.

Lu Yunzhou stood to the side, watching the process.

The star sand essence is embedded in a silver base, with eight-petaled patterns engraved on the outer ring and tiny blue-gray star dots pressed into the center.

When the light shone on it, the mineral marrow did not have a glaring bright color; instead, there was only a fine, flowing light within it.

Mu Qingying's birthday is in six days.

He wanted to give her this gift himself.

By the time I finished, it was already dark.

Feng Dekun arranged for a car to take him, and Lu Yunzhou walked out the back door with the wooden box containing the brooch.

Qi Yufei followed behind, still pondering the matter of 60 million, checking his mobile banking every few steps.

"Brother-in-law, if you really need 60 million, could you have told me in advance?"

Qi Yufei hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, "I'll go ask my mom for it."

Lu Yunzhou opened the car door, glanced back at him, and said, "We'll talk about it when you can produce it."

Qi Yufei's face immediately fell.

He stood on the steps, rubbing his fingers back and forth on his phone case, and didn't say anything for a long time.

Lu Yunzhou got into the driver's seat, and placed the wooden box in the passenger seat.

As soon as the car pulled out of the back door, two knocking sounds came from outside the car window.

He stepped on the brake and turned his head to look.

Maki Ayase stood beside the car, her black hair tied back, her right hand resting on the hilt of a knife.

She looked at Lu Yunzhou through the car window, her expression unchanged, and her tone very direct.

"Mr. Pei asked me to tell you that he wants to see you alone."

Lu Yunzhou did not open the door, but only lowered the car window by half an inch.

His hands were on the steering wheel, and his body was already tense.

"The matter with the Jockey Club is over, and I have nothing to discuss with him."

The card had no address, only a line of handwritten text: "He said this time it was a private matter."

Lu Yunzhou tucked the black card into his palm, put away his phone, and looked at Ayase Maki.

"lead the way."

He got out of the car and put the wooden box containing the Star Sand Essence Brooch into the inner pocket of his coat.

At this time, Pei Zhongting invited him up the mountain alone, and it certainly wasn't to talk about the old matters of the horse racing club.

Maki Ayase walked towards the black SUV parked by the roadside, her right hand still resting on the hilt of her sword.