Naming things is really annoying, especially for someone like Liu Yutong who struggles with it. The time spent brainstorming names could easily be spent writing eight to ten thousand words for her novel—enough to publish for two days.
So, she decided to leave the naming task to Ma Da.
"Ma Da, take care of registering the company later. I don’t have any specific requirements for the name, except for one thing: we’re building a legitimate business."
Ma Da immediately thumped his chest in assurance. "Don’t worry, Sister Tong! I’ve fully grasped your vision. Everything will be handled perfectly!"
Liu Yutong nodded, then turned to the group gathered in the courtyard and continued, "Once the company is registered, we’ll start formalizing everything. Also, I’m no longer associated with the Righteous League, so stop calling me 'Young Miss.'"
Ma Da quickly interjected, "But you’re still our leader. How about we call you 'Big Sis' or 'Boss'?"
Liu Yutong: "???"
Big Sis? Boss? Did they think they were still part of some gang?
"Let’s try something else," she said helplessly.
Ma Da scratched his head, then tentatively suggested, "Boss and Big Sis don’t sound warm enough. How about 'Sister Tong'? What do you think?"
Compared to the others—especially Yun Cheng and Ma Da—Liu Yutong was younger. Being called "Sister" by them felt a bit odd.
But then again, it was still better than "Big Sis" or "Boss."
As for formal titles, given her age and the fact she was still in college, those didn’t sit right either.
Ma Da: "If nothing else works, we’ll just keep calling you 'Young Miss.' It’s just habit—hard to change."
"Fine, call me whatever you want. It’s just a title anyway," Liu Yutong gave up.
Hearing her approval, Ma Da turned to the crowd and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Young Miss!"
"Young Miss!"
"Young Miss!"
"Young Miss!"
The group echoed in unison, their voices brimming with excitement.
From this day forward, their new team was officially established—and on the path to legitimacy.
Once they expanded, with more capital and manpower, crushing those small-time gangs would be a piece of cake.
Dominating Wushui County was just a matter of time!
Liu Yutong then proceeded to assign tasks.
Since the company was going legit, everyone had to present a professional image—no more dressing like street thugs.
A polished appearance might help them shed their underworld mentality.
Just look at corporate employees: suits, ties, an air of professionalism—nothing gangster-like about them.
The more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.
But with limited funds, she decided to have uniforms designed first, then outsourced for production.
She handed this task to Ma Da, with only one requirement: they had to look formal and respectable.
......
While Liu Yutong and her team were holding their meeting, two vans from Bright Pearl City rolled into Wushui County.
Crazy Dog Brother had sent a subordinate to welcome them, hosting a reception at Yu Yue Fang.
The restaurant staff were baffled.
The change was too sudden!
Just days ago, Crazy Dog Brother had sent people to occupy tables and sabotage business.
Now, not only had the harassment stopped, but he was bringing in customers regularly—and paying without a fuss.
What kind of scheme was this?
Liu Yutong could guess their motive. Niu Ben’s crew must have realized she’d intercepted their loans and, fearing they wouldn’t get the money back, set their sights on the restaurant.
Yu Yue Fang was one of the most profitable eateries in town—a prime asset that could generate solid annual revenue.
Niu Ben owned a few restaurants himself, but none did well.
Of course, those places weren’t meant for legitimate business—they existed to launder money from illegal operations like gambling dens.
The exception was a hotpot joint, which was wildly popular.
Even in summer, it was packed—easily the busiest hotpot spot in Wushui County, rivaling chains like Hai Di Lao in later years.
But Liu Yutong knew their hotpot business wasn’t clean either.
In short, none of Niu Ben’s establishments could withstand scrutiny.
But given his influence in Wushui County, no one dared to investigate.
If they could take over Yu Yue Fang, it wouldn’t just be a moneymaker—it’d be another laundering channel.
That’s why Crazy Dog Brother’s men were now patronizing the place—acting as if it were already theirs.
Of course, Ma Da’s people noticed immediately when Crazy Dog Brother’s underling brought a dozen unfamiliar gangsters to Yu Yue Fang.
After all, aside from the chefs, every waiter and security guard there belonged to their group.
If Crazy Dog Brother knew his men had brought Bright Pearl City’s people straight to Yu Yue Fang, he’d probably choke on his own rage.
Could they be any more careless?
Bringing outsiders there?
After receiving the report from the restaurant, Ma Da quickly excused himself, stepping aside to make a call.
His expression darkened as he listened.
Hanging up, he hurried to Yun Cheng and whispered a few words.
Yun Cheng’s eyes sharpened, a flash of menace crossing his face.
"What’s wrong?" Liu Yutong noticed their tension and turned to them.
"Young Miss," Yun Cheng said in a low voice, "People from Bright Pearl City are here. Most likely, they’re coming for you."
He paused, guilt creeping into his tone. "I’m sorry. This is our fault."
Liu Yutong smiled faintly, her voice calm. "It’s fine. Guests are guests—we should welcome them properly."
She turned to Ma Da. "Ma Da, tell the staff to serve them some good liquor."
"Yes, Young Miss!" Ma Da nodded and went to arrange it.
After calling her "Young Miss" for so long, none of them really wanted to change—partly out of habit, but mostly out of respect.
In truth, apart from Yun Cheng, even Ma Da still didn’t know Liu Yutong wasn’t actually a mafia heiress.
But he trusted Yun Cheng completely—otherwise, he wouldn’t have followed him to this small town.
If Yun Cheng and the Young Miss had decided to break ties with the Righteous League, he was all in.
Because he could also guess that with Pan Xing rising to become the third-in-command of the gang, there was no way he would tolerate the young mistress staying in power.
The choice was obvious—did it even require consideration?
Moreover, Ma Da felt that this sense of starting from scratch was far more rewarding than returning to the rigid, predictable life of the Yi Lian Society.
He had even begun fantasizing about building a gang several times—no, dozens of times—more powerful than the Yi Lian Society. One day, he’d make Pan Xing kneel and beg for mercy, forcing him to regret ever stealing the young mistress’s position.
Just thinking about it filled Ma Da with relentless drive.
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