Chapter 284
I'm afraid the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will be ruined in your hands!
Ning Fengzhi was shocked and bewildered, even a little panicked. The importance of the new soul tool was self-evident; how could he entrust it to his daughter, who was completely unaware of the dangers of business?
This is simply playing with the future of the sect!
Ning Rongrong was surprised, but also annoyed at being slighted, and a little... eager to try?
Let her come?
Hmph, let her come if she wants to!
It's just spending money to buy things, right?
When has Miss Ning ever lacked money?
She could handle this "simple" transaction in no time and show it to everyone!
Lin Xia seemed oblivious to the starkly different reactions of the father and daughter, and continued speaking leisurely, her tone carrying an undeniable force.
“Let your daughter handle this transaction. Let her do it herself and experience what it’s really like to make money and take goods as she talks about.”
Lin Xia paused, then looked at Ning Rongrong again with a meaningful gaze.
"Let her understand that some transactions are not just a numbers game on the books. They involve resources, people's hearts, games, and even life and death."
"It is a war without gunpowder, a clash and compromise of the wills of all forces! Its cruelty and unpredictability are no less than the life-or-death struggle between two top-tier Soul Masters!"
Lin Xia's words were like a cold hammer, striking Ning Rongrong's newly ignited sense of pride.
But she still frowned, her heart filled with resentment.
That sounds so mysterious, who are you trying to scare?
Ning Fengzhi's expression kept changing.
He looked into Lin Xia's unfathomable eyes, then at his daughter's face, a mixture of stubbornness and innocence.
As a father, he instinctively wanted to protect his daughter.
But as the sect leader, he knew that flowers in a greenhouse could not truly grow, especially the future successor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!
Lin Xia's actions, seemingly making things difficult, were actually well-intentioned and could even be considered a tremendous opportunity!
This allows Rongrong to receive the most profound and brutal practical education alongside top-tier "business warfare mentors"!
This is more valuable than listening to a hundred boring reports in the sect!
The price... might be that Rongrong's dignity is repeatedly violated, and she might even face enormous risks...
Silence. A deathly silence enveloped the playground. The night wind blew by, carrying the smell of sweat and earth emanating from Flander, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.
Dai Mubai held his breath in the distance, and even Zhu Zhuqing's cat-like eyes showed a hint of curiosity in her wariness—she also wanted to know how this unfathomable Lin Xia would "teach" this spoiled little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Finally, after a long and agonizing half-cup of tea's time, Ning Fengzhi let out a long, deep sigh, a sigh filled with the helplessness, worry, and final determination of an old father.
He raised his eyes, looked at Lin Xia, his expression incredibly complex, and nodded bitterly.
"Okay... fine."
These two words seemed to have exhausted all the strength of this sect leader.
He turned around and looked at his beloved daughter with a heavy gaze.
Ning Rongrong was stunned by the unprecedented solemnity and a hint of... almost desperate sadness in his eyes, and her arrogant arrogance weakened a bit.
"Rongrong".
Ning Fengzhi's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a heart-wrenching weariness.
"Since you think it's simple, then you... will be fully responsible for this transaction."
"Father?!" Ning Rongrong was completely dumbfounded and couldn't believe her ears.
Did Father really agree?
The father who always treated me like a child and carefully protected me in every way, actually let go?
Why put her in charge of such a major transaction?
A tremendous sense of unreality overwhelmed her instantly.
Ning Fengzhi ignored his daughter's exclamation. His tone suddenly became extremely stern, even carrying a sense of resolute determination as if he was about to lose something.
"Listen to me! From this moment on, this deal is yours! It is you, Ning Rongrong, representing the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School as its sole heir!"
"You! You must participate in the entire process! From beginning to end! No complaining! No complaining of being tired! No giving up halfway! And you absolutely cannot come back to me crying! Otherwise..."
Ning Fengzhi's voice trembled slightly, carrying an almost cruel warning.
"Otherwise, I'm really afraid... afraid that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will be ruined in your hands! Do you understand?!"
"boom--!"
It was like a thunderclap from the heavens exploding in her mind! Ning Rongrong's delicate body trembled violently, and her face instantly turned ashen white!
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School... was completely destroyed in her hands?!
These words, when put together, were like the most vicious curse in the world, carrying a chilling coldness that instantly pierced through all her pride and fantasies, tearing her still immature heart apart!
An indescribable sense of humiliation, panic, and immense pressure overwhelmed her like a raging tsunami!
She felt short of breath, as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and the pain was so intense that she almost suffocated!
My body trembled slightly uncontrollably. My initial eagerness and defiance were crushed, leaving only endless confusion and fear.
She looked up at her father, Ning Fengzhi, whose eyes were so complex, filled with determination, heartache, and expectation, but the deepest of all was a worry she had never seen before—a fear that the entire sect's foundation would be destroyed in an instant, a fear that came from the deepest depths of her being!
The weight of that gaze, like a towering mountain, pressed heavily on Ning Rongrong's tender shoulders.
She finally realized that what she was about to face was no child's play!
Lin Xia's description of a "clash of wills" and a "war without gunpowder" is by no means an exaggeration!
The fact that the father, Ning Fengzhi, a powerful figure who controls a vast sect and whose face would turn pale at the slightest sign of trouble, was showing such deep fear at this moment speaks volumes!
An unprecedented chill shot from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head, making her feel cold all over.
"I……"
Ning Rongrong opened her mouth, but found her throat dry and tight. She wanted to say, "I can do it," she wanted to say, "Dad, don't underestimate me," but those willful words that she could easily utter in the past now seemed stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word. Because she herself lacked confidence!
For the first time, she felt so clearly how terrifying the weight of that "responsibility" was.
"very good."
Lin Xia's cool voice broke the suffocating silence and interrupted Ning Rongrong's hesitation.
The professional smile on his face had vanished, replaced by an almost indifferent calm. His deep eyes, like two icy pools, reflected Ning Rongrong's pale and frightened face.
"Since Miss Ning has taken on this responsibility, then what about the time ahead?"
Lin Xia turned her gaze to Ning Fengzhi, with an unquestionable declaration.
"Let her come with me." (End of Chapter)