Abyss Solo-Chapter 98 - : 059 Have a car, have a house_2

Chapter 98: 059 Have a car, have a house_2

Snap!

A section of a wall covered with metallic particles was casually pinched off by Yang Ming and placed into Kolev’s hand.

“Triple the compensation. Do I need to record a video? The quality of this house isn’t bad.”

Kolev took a sharp breath.

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Although Yang Ming wouldn’t admit it, when he returned to his own bedroom, wandered around the bathroom and desk, and rolled on the soft big bed, his entire being became much more content.

Having a temporary home wasn’t too bad.

No wonder Kolev fell in love with that manor in the Cas Federation.

Even Yang Ming felt a slight fondness for Ilando Star.

He stripped off his clothes, lay spread-eagle on this bed, and comfortably slept for two hours before his stomach woke him.

He opened the wardrobe, looked at the neatly arranged clothes, and remembered the housekeeping robot he saw cleaning the living room before he came upstairs.

“Lyu, did you tidy this up?”

“Of course,” Lyu’s voice sounded nearby, and a glow erupted from the projector set in the corner of the room, projecting Lyu’s life-sized image next to Yang Ming.

She was a bit faint, but there was no significant difference between her and a real person.

Lyu pushed her glasses up with her middle finger, “As the boss’s assistant, it’s also within my job scope to take care of your day-to-day. Boss, there are a few video messages needing your attention while you were sleeping. I’ve prepared some nutritious porridge for you.”

A few envelopes leaped in front of Yang Ming.

He clicked one open and was startled.

The Second Prince, sweating all over and panting, stood in the middle of a court holding a professional stickball stick, balanced on a hoverboard, seemingly pointing at Yang Ming’s nose.

“If you have the guts, come over tomorrow! Yang Ming! I must reclaim my beloved beast and wipe out my shame!”

Yang Ming pursed his lips and opened the second video.

The Second Prince collapsed on the ground, sighing:

“How exactly did you do it, a novice yet with such a high batting rate. But your stamina is your weakness, Yang Ming, I will surely defeat you!”

That damned competitive spirit.

The third video.

“Hahaha! I have thought of a way to defeat you! We shall battle again tomorrow!”

The fourth video.

“Oh, my god, I’ve twisted my back. It looks like tomorrow’s match won’t happen. Once I recover, I’ll message you. You better stay available, future Imperial Duke.”

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Is that all it took for him to quit?

Yang Ming rubbed his forehead, sensing the Second Prince’s nuanced shift from striving to giving up through the four brief video messages.

“Did the Second Prince really twist his back?”

“He really did,” Lyu snickered, “Boss, you are just too unscrupulous; you currently possess Ship Destruction Level individual strength, while the Second Prince is merely a fitness enthusiast.”

Yang Ming swiped the videos away, pondered a bit, and softly said, “Help me draft a superficially caring, but actually mocking message.”

Lyu was puzzled, “Shouldn’t it be more complimentary? We need his help.”

“Think about it, Lyu, what words do you think the prince has heard the most since childhood? It’s likely praise.”

Yang Ming chuckled:

“Just write the message like this… Oh, Honorable Second Prince, you should pay attention to your bone age; next time I’ll try to let you win. Add a smiley face.”

“Okay, Boss, sent.”

Minutes later, dressed in a loose robe, Yang Ming was sitting in the first-floor dining room enjoying porridge, when he received a video message from the Second Prince, who was furious and vowed to have a true man’s showdown with Yang Ming once he healed.

Yang Ming did not reply to him.

He decided to keep him hanging and see the Prince’s subsequent reaction.

Kolev went back to the factory to busy himself again. The old man really couldn’t sit still; he was also quite professional.

As for the triple compensation issue, Yang Ming didn’t know if Kolev actually went through with it. Judging by what he knew of Kolev, this old fellow wouldn’t miss such windfall profits, but the manufacturer would definitely deny responsibility outright.

Yang Ming placed his smartwatch to one side and began browsing the news on Ilando Star.

Soon he found out that he made it to the headlines.

To be precise, because the Second Prince’s ‘beast’ was seen on the streets driven by an unfamiliar man, it sparked hot discussion among the citizens.

Yang Ming glanced at it and didn’t look further.

Showing off flamboyantly was intentional on his part.

At this stage, as long as one approaches the royal family, they must choose a prince to support. Joining either the Crown Prince’s faction or the Third Prince’s faction would lead to a whirlwind of power struggle.

Word had it that the Old Emperor didn’t have many years left.

Yang Ming stayed close to a seemingly harmless Second Prince to become pals, avoiding early attention from other royal family members.

Of course, Yang Ming lied to the Second Prince.

He didn’t intend to use Wind as a springboard to leap to the Sherman Empire.

He just wanted to use the Second Prince as a springboard to leap to the Emperor of the Wind Empire, to directly gain power from the Emperor’s hands.

‘These scheming and plotting issues sure are troublesome.’

Slurping the last spoonful of meat porridge, Yang Ming hummed a tune as he walked to the fully automated dish sink, gently placing the dishes inside, afraid that even the slightest force might break the dinnerware.

Finally, he could rest tonight.

The factory had a solution, business operations were smoothly starting; with the Second Prince reaching out, the royal family connections were advancing too.

After days of busyness, Yang Ming really wanted to comfortably collapse on the couch and find a movie filled with beautiful women to truly relax.

As soon as he thought of it, he did it.

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Yang Ming fetched snacks, arranged drinks, and opened the brand-new 3D projector in the living room, spending a hefty half a Federation Coin of Wind Coin to stream a movie with promising ratings.

The 3D projection provided an immersive experience.

Yang Ming soon found himself enjoying it thoroughly, humming with satisfaction at the dessert drinks delivered by the housekeeping robot.

Lyu’s figure appeared in the adjacent dining room, now at a mere thirty centimeters tall, swinging her two little legs by the table, monitoring the entire Wind Empire’s network.

Outside, the night was hazy as water, the spacious factory area lit only by two rows of street lamps. Occasionally, one could spot residential employees strolling beneath the lights, perhaps adding some romantic interludes or scenes.

“This trash film completely wastes the lead actress’s looks.”

Yang Ming mumbled discontentedly, yet he watched avidly.

Lyu giggled, about to join the boss in some banter and possibly gossip a bit about the lead actress’s boring and decadent love history, when her expression suddenly shifted slightly.

“Boss!”

“Hmm?” Yang Ming languidly stretched, “Unless there’s an emergency tonight, we’re staying put.”

“I seem to have found a suspicious person,” Lyu whispered, eyes running through a torrent of information on the projection screen.

“Suspicious? How so?”

“This should be a high-level agent, who just recently infiltrated the Wind Empire,” Lyu suddenly said, “I am attempting to crack the encrypted message they just received, decoded, uh, boss, we have trouble.”

“What trouble?” Yang Ming became instantly alert.

“The person,” Lyu lightly clicked her tongue, “is from the New Federation.”