Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses-Chapter 104 - 103: He... He doesn’t eat people, right?!

"Hello, President Yuchi, I am Ning Fengshan from Shouning Town. It’s my great fortune to meet you today..."

"No, that’s not right!"

"It should be, ’Hello, President Yuchi, I am the old Ning Fengshan from the Ning Family of Shouning Town, meeting the president today...’"

"Still not right!"

"I shouldn’t say so much nonsense, you can’t really figure out the temperament of such a person."

"I can’t start off by talking about so many trivial things; he might get angry."

"So it should be like this."

"Greetings, President, I am Ning Fengshan from Shouning Town. It’s an overwhelming honor to meet you."

"Previously, I had some business dealings with the Twelve Linked Huts. Our Shouning Town relies on the Twelve Linked Huts for business..."

"That’s not good either, still too much nonsense. Perhaps like this...?"

"Previously, my business transactions were handled through the docks of the Twelve Linked Huts. I sincerely request that the president grant us an opportunity."

"...That won’t do either."

"Why does it feel like I’m forcing the other person? This isn’t the attitude of asking for a favor."

"So it should be..."

"I sincerely ask the president to grant us a chance to allow Shouning Town to survive so we can cooperate with the Twelve Linked Huts again..."

"Would that work?"

"Doesn’t seem like it would."

"Why does it feel like I’m constantly threatening the other party?"

"In business, we should discuss business. I shouldn’t involve my emotions."

"If this Commerce Association President is indeed a formidable figure, I might just directly anger him."

"At that point, Shouning Town’s business would be in real trouble."

In a corner, a whispering man was being watched by two people, one large and one small, secretly observing him.

Ning Yong, wearing formal attire, age around twenty-three or twenty-four, looked somewhat embarrassed, "Does father still not know what to say?"

The mumbling Ning Fengshan was indeed Ning Yong’s father; they both hailed from Shouning Town.

Truth be told, ever since Ning Fengshan decided to meet with Yuchi, he had been continuously rehearsing.

Even as others were arriving, he was still murmuring to himself, rehearsing what he would say.

Seeing his father like this as a son truly tugged at his heart.

Ning Su, Ning Yong’s sister and Ning Fengshan’s younger daughter, was also dressed in formalwear suitable for a young lady.

This was already the best outfit for a young girl from Shouning Town, although it seemed a bit loose.

Clearly, there was no way to find a perfectly fitting size, haphazardly draped on her.

The girl, looking about eight or nine, had loosely-tied hair that would fall like a young maid’s style.

She had two small, round buns on her head, with wispy bangs falling on her smooth forehead.

"Brother, what’s father doing? I can’t understand," Ning Su said, standing beside her older brother, a bit frightened.

She had never seen her father so nervous before. Usually, in Shouning Town, Ning Fengshan was a commanding presence whose word was law.

Why was he so nervous today?

This made her really scared now, not knowing what she should do in the future.

"It’s okay, don’t be afraid. When we meet the person, just do whatever father asks us to do."

"We mustn’t speak out of turn, or if the business can’t be concluded, your future dowry might be jeopardized."

Although Shouning Town was a town, compared to Xufu Town, it was insignificant.

No way around it, Xufu Town was great at clothing making, famous far and wide to some extent.

Shouning Town, just from the name, suggests tranquility at life’s end.

Founded by the Ning Family, it struggled to actually make money despite being a town.

This could be seen by Yuchi’s complete lack of awareness about Shouning Town.

Of course, Shouning Town did have some interesting customs, like preparing a coffin for a daughter when she marries.

The coffins were specially made, filled with various bedding, and gold and silver as dowry.

The daughter herself would sit on the coffin lid, and the groom’s family would carry it back.

This meant to symbolize inseparability in life and death.

Little Ning Su had seen many marriages since childhood, familiar with the process.

As soon as she heard her brother say she might not have a nice coffin in the future, she panicked like an octopus on a hot plate.

Sizzling, but still fragrant.

"Brother, rest assured, whatever father wants me to do, I will do!" Ning Su pounded her flat chest in assurance.

Her voice carried a hint of panic.

"Yes, just make sure not to speak out of turn. Father should be capable of settling this matter."

Ning Yong spoke, though his heart was unsettled.

Their town was small, without much travel, and they began learning coffin making from a young age.

Boys learned logging, carving, and mortise and tenon techniques, all had to be mastered.

Girls learned coloring, mixing, and design, which they had to understand too.

Xufu Town, in their eyes, was a big city, a behemoth with a large population.

To become the president in such a large city implied even more power over numerous families.

How terrifying could this person’s mentality be?

"He... might he eat people?" Ning Su said with trembling fear.

"He might eat people, two per day," Ning Yong chuckled bitterly.

"Don’t eat me, I’m still young," little Ning Su trembled in panic.

Joking aside, don’t mess with the Commerce Association.

The Twelve Linked Huts were brightly lit, with large torches and some luminous pearls, providing illumination.

The river wasn’t a comfortable place to live, cold in winter, unbearably hot in summer.

The workers had already retreated.

Ning Yong looked at his father, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

The Twelve Linked Huts were already a formidable presence. To dominate the Twelve Linked Huts meant even greater strength.

Thus, to him, Yuchi was a nightmare with his back turned, standing on corpses.

Just thinking about it made his teeth ache with nervousness.

Considering all sorts of events that might happen later, he was already prepared to flee with Ning Su at a critical moment.

He couldn’t let young Ning Su die in Xufu Town.

In deathly silence.

He could still hear his father’s incessant self-talk, clearly preparing for the first words when meeting Yuchi.

The first words often determined the first impression, and first impressions were extremely important.

"Oh, I hope he’s not a cruel person."

"Our Shouning Town is far from being a match for Xufu Town."

Thinking about it.

They heard a greeting from the people of the Twelve Linked Huts.

The greeting crossed half the river, reaching their ears.

"The three from Shouning Town, President Yuchi’s carriage can already be seen."

"It should arrive at the dock in about half a tea’s time. You can go and prepare."

This was a reminder from a strong man of the Twelve Linked Huts.

Ning Fengshan’s body shook upon hearing it, his mind went blank, mumbling again, nervously heading outside.

Almost slipping into the big river at the connecting spot.

Stood up straight.

Then looked at the two equally nervous people.

"Ning Yong, Ning Su, until I give you directions, don’t say a word to anyone." He said solemnly and worriedly.

Ning Yong hurriedly nodded.

Little Ning Su tightened the loose and droopy dress on her, appearing utterly disheveled.

The three from Shouning Town went on with their worries.

A few people from the Twelve Linked Huts saw their actions and could only sigh helplessly.

Understandably, indeed, people from a small town suddenly meeting a big figure.

Especially at such a critical moment in business dealings.

A normal person would feel a bit frightened.

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