Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 552 World Peace Company

When a person or a god has countless riches and a high status, the next thing to pursue is a good reputation.

Whether Ron thinks so or not, at least Arya Rand, the witch whose flattery skills are off the charts, thinks so.

In any case, whether it's doing good deeds or promoting God's name, it doesn't cost her any money.

"This is called spending company money and using your own connections..."

Arya thought to herself, but kept her head down, not daring to look Ron in the eye.

Because she felt that the big wave she had prepared was about to turn into a big wave in front of Ron.

The boy silently looked at the white-haired witch kneeling on the ground, and could only say sarcastically in the end:

"It seems the Primordial Witch should thank me; I've rid her of a major threat!"

"..."

"Master, look at what you're saying, I'm not that bad at all..."

Arya muttered under her breath as she clung to Ron's leg, her main tactic being to be shameless and persistent.

The blond boy broke free from the witch's embrace and walked to the French windows of the villa.

"Ha, you're right about that. Your skills in winning people over, flattering, and instigating them to do bad things are truly masterful."

"I have so many companies, and thankfully you still have the brains to organize them into one entity, turning all the companies into subsidiaries. That doesn't seem like something you could have accomplished on your own, does it?"

"I saw the company's name in my destiny chart; it's called World Peace Company?"

"Only peace can create wealth. You probably don't have the brains to come up with that name, do you?"

Hearing this, Aria was clearly a little embarrassed.

"Uh, Master, this is the leader of the Twilight Hermit Society's intention..."

I knew it……

The boy pursed his lips, not bothering to delve deeper into the matter.

Arya's role is ultimately just that of a mascot; her main function is to represent herself and sit there to reassure people. In addition, she is a Saint of Sequence Three, and although she sometimes makes foolish mistakes, she is at least smarter than the average person.

"This is really troublesome. The original body is in a deep sleep, and the omniscient one has become crippled. Otherwise, why would we waste so much time on this information? Hmm... It won't be easy for Audrey to break the existing order. She seems to need some help. Being a bit forceful at this point isn't a big mistake."

"All my reliable subordinates have been sent out; it seems I'll have to handle this personally."

The boy's golden eyes gazed at the night sky, and in just a few seconds, he conceived several evil plans to overthrow the Luen royal family.

For example, he forcibly monopolized all the economic lifelines of the Kingdom of Rune and used force to compel the royal family to "voluntarily" abdicate. As for whether the Rune royal family would sit idly by and wait for this outcome, Ron didn't care.

He's not paying taxes anymore, so what's there to be afraid of?

Seeing Ron standing by the French windows with an expression that remained completely unchanged, Aria suppressed her unease and asked in a fawning tone:

"Master, do you need me to pay all the taxes?"

"I'll give you an egg!"

The handsome young man kicked his subordinate in annoyance, his beautiful face filled with exhaustion and frustration. He took a deep breath and ordered:

"From now on, I want to attend all the banquets or balls of value. You arrange them for me. I only want the ones of high status. There's no need for things like impoverished nobles."

"By the way, I also need to support emerging factories. Go and draft a report on charitable industries and publish it to the public. Gather those homeless people who have nowhere to go, laid-off workers, laundry girls, and street prostitutes, and tell them that we will provide medical services, three meals a day, and accommodation. This is a benefit exclusively for the World Peace Company."

"The food shouldn't be too good or too bad. We need to balance income and expenditure according to the industry's profits. The salary standards are based on most similar factories on the market. Our main focus is on the welfare benefits of the workers."

"Although this is a charitable business, we can still make a profit. We also need to invest some funds to build schools. The admission criteria are employees of World Peace Company, their immediate family members, and their children."

"As for tuition, we will waive it entirely."

"Damn it, I'll make sure you all pay, then we'll see who dares to talk behind my back!"

At this point, Ron glanced at the somewhat bewildered witch and asked wearily:

"Do you understand?"

Arya shook her head habitually, then quickly nodded in realization, and finally lowered her head into those golden eyes that seemed to see through everything.

"Master, if we go through all this trouble, we won't make any money at all. What's the difference between this and just giving us money directly in your name?"

The foolish witch couldn't understand.

"There's a big difference. Giving people money won't make them thank you, but this way, people will work for you willingly and be genuinely grateful to you."

"Humans only have these few needs: sex and food. In other words, it's about sustaining life and procreation. Shouldn't we just satisfy them?"

"Providing jobs is the best thing for the world to do, but no one invests like I do, not even the world's most famous philanthropist."

"The input is the same, but the income has increased several times over. As the company's president, I have also gained a lot of benefits, which I can use."

This is why Ron insisted on personally taking charge. Unlike traditional church evangelism, the company's faith mainly focuses on empty promises and personal charisma.

Although the anchor wasn't very useful at first, Amanisis was right; every glimmer of hope was a glimmer of hope, and Ron had no reason to give up.

Hearing these words, Aria was greatly shocked and suddenly felt that her master was cunning and wicked.

"Isn't this just like selling someone out, and the person being sold out has to count the money for you?"

She pursed her lips and exclaimed from the bottom of her heart:

"Master, I seem to be able to see your wisdom now."

"In this way, your faith among the lower classes will be spread, and other factory owners will be caught in the eye of the storm of public opinion, and no one can criticize you because we are known as a charitable enterprise."

"This is infinitely better than those charitable foundations; it satisfies everyone, and we are also very satisfied with ourselves."

Win big, win big.

Hearing these flattering words, Ron nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. These charity factories may not be suitable for the future, but they are definitely suitable for now."

"This is essentially about squeezing the potential profits of all factory owners and bankers, because the market and the pie are only so big. Oh, humans are so contradictory. They are as ferocious as a hungry wolf, but they have to put on clothes and pretend to be civilized."

"If you want dignity, I'll give you dignity."

For Ron, Rune was already his, so he naturally had to manage his stronghold well.

He paced back and forth a couple of times, then continued to instruct Aria, who was writing notes with a pen:

"Those gangs need to be cracked down on and divided. Go find some people who are completely loyal to us and form a field department that belongs exclusively to World Peace Company. This is our exclusive violent organization, no, it's security personnel. Tell them that I can let them live openly in the sun."

The last problem is solved!

The white-haired witch's light blue eyes seemed to light up as she nodded, but soon her beautiful eyebrows furrowed again.

"Master, the World Peace Company is already quite large. Under your wise leadership, it has achieved near-monopoly in many industries, such as bicycles and maritime transport to and from the Southern Continent."

"We have more than one shipbuilding company, and we don't lack ships or shipping routes. The Southern Continent Trading Company has sued us more than once, accusing us of malicious monopoly and claiming they are about to go bankrupt."

Ron didn't care much when he heard this, but after seeing Aria's foolish look, he still offered a solution.

"The Southern Continent is my territory. All trade must be controlled by us. Every quarter, you throw money in the face of the Southern Continent Trading Company under the pretext of 'compensation,' keeping them half-dead and on the verge of bankruptcy."

"We can also give them some business, but of course, we must be the ones hiring them."

In that case, how can this be considered a monopoly?

Hearing this, Aria's eyes lit up again. She liked this arrogant style of doing things.

"As you command, master, I will do it now."

"World Peace Company."

"Mr. Ron's company name is really strange. I thought he would name the company Honest Man Company."

After absorbing the memories of another identity, the noblewoman secretly teased Ron in her heart.

She awkwardly took two steps of the ancient elven court dance, only to sadly realize that she was no longer graceful.

"Sigh, overthrowing the monarchy isn't so easy. At least in my current position, I can't influence the military's decisions at all, unless I can inherit the family title early like Emperor Roselle and become the next 'Earl of Hall'."

Thinking of this, Audrey couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

The Hall family was very influential, but as the youngest daughter in the family, the family's inherited title was not going to her.

Moreover, this kind of thing cannot be forced; if it is forced, it would be considered an act of extreme filial impiety.

"Hmm, what should I do then? Should I start my own household? Or should I use my current status to win over other nobles?"

"So, you mean 'the most dazzling jewel of Backlund'? What an ironic title! I hate the guy who gave me that title!"

The thought of this caused the noble lady's mental state to crumble somewhat, even though she was already a hypnotist.

From childhood to adulthood, she has always been proud of this title, seeing it as an affirmation and praise of her identity and character.

But from another perspective, this is not a good name. The most dazzling gemstones, apart from being expensive, for people to admire, and for people to trade, seem to have no other use.

Although the person who used this name may not have harbored much malice towards Audrey, it accurately describes the fate of the noblewoman's life.

"If I hadn't met Mr. Fool, if I hadn't met Mr. Ron, perhaps I really would have lived my life as a jewel, attending banquets every day, living a life of extravagance, and finally, when I got older, choosing to marry a prince or nobleman."

"No, Audrey, wake up! This isn't the time to think about these things. Now is the time to think about how to increase your influence!"

"My father isn't a conservative, old-fashioned nobleman, and he has the Church of the Night backing him. If I perform well enough, he might just give me the title, but what about Hippo and Alfred?"

One of his older brothers is the chief secretary of the Kingdom's Air Pollution Committee, and the other is an army general in the Southern Continent.

Trying to surpass them in these two aspects is tantamount to banging your head against a wall.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door of the girl's bedroom.

"Enter."

The door opened, and Anne, the personal maid, walked in holding an invitation.

"Miss, here is an invitation from Count Bernard Valentino, who would like you to attend a ball on Sunday afternoon."

Bernard?

Upon hearing this surname, Audrey suddenly realized.

She didn't have much contact with the members of this family, but she knew that they were a noble family of the Loen clan, no less powerful than the Hall family. They had existed for a long time and were one of the oldest noble families in the kingdom, with many marriage alliances with the royal family.

"Looking back now, when I first joined the Tarot Society seeking potion recipes, the families Mr. Hanged Man mentioned who were granted potion recipes by royalty must have been like this—no church support behind them, completely loyal to the royal family."

"Anne, is it just an invitation for me? I don't seem to have had much contact with them. Strictly speaking, I haven't had much contact with the royal family either. Those princes are just too..."

"How can they compare to Mr. Ron?"

The girl didn't finish her sentence, but even a dog could see the slight look of disgust on her face.

The host's reaction was as Anne expected; she handed over the invitation and explained:

"They also invited the Earl and his wife, seemingly to discuss something very important, and according to the Earl, the dinner party included many prominent bankers and business leaders, as well as company executives and members of parliament from the Kingdom."

"The Earl thinks you should attend, Miss, to meet more people outside the aristocratic circle, or some outstanding young people."

"An outstanding young man? Who could be more outstanding than Mr. Ron? No, Mr. Ron isn't exactly young anymore, is he?"

A funny thought flashed through her mind. Audrey Hall sat up straight, gracefully accepted the invitation from her maid, and asked casually:

"Are you inviting a lot of famous entrepreneurs? Is the president of World Peace Corporation among them?"

Sunday morning.

"Ron, have you heard? There's a big event in Backlund tonight!"

In the opulent living room, Dawn Dantes sat across from the blond boy, savoring the genuine Olmir red wine that hadn't been switched.

"What kind of grand event? It can't be that family that was mentioned in today's morning paper, can it?"

"That's right, I've already received an invitation. Don't worry, I'll make sure I get to know the higher-ups at Rune."

Klein put down his wine glass as if seeking credit, and looked at Ron with a fawning expression.

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The boy was silent for a moment, then glanced at Klein standing behind the "Mystic Puppet" and said:

"The master puppeteer isn't putting on a puppet show for me. Your acting is completely useless and a waste of my glass of wine."

"However, the puppet is in front of the tomb while the real person is behind it; this kind of role-playing is still commendable."

What the hell?! Stop using puns and homophones in Chinese for this grave thing!!!

Klein gritted his teeth, manipulated the puppet to stand up, and sat down on the soft, comfortable sofa. He poured himself another glass of Olmir red wine and savored it carefully.

Then he put down his wine glass and, with the face of a mature older man, asked curiously:

"Aren't you nervous? This party even invited an outsider like me who just arrived in Backlund, but they didn't invite you at all, and they even published it in the newspapers. Isn't this targeting you?"

"You can tolerate it, but I can't!"

Hearing this, Ron curled his lip in disdain and said:

"It seems you understand my role-playing method very well. Isn't your provocation of me also a kind of behind-the-scenes attempt?"

Klein scratched his head awkwardly, not expecting Ron to see through his little scheme. He opened his mouth to say something, but the boy in front of him spoke softly:

"A childish trick."

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Before the Puppet Master could react, Ron pressed a finger against a prayer dot and said calmly:

"Aria, go and acquire a small company for me. I want all of their shares today. If you won't let me, I'll go anyway."

(End of this chapter)