After a brief discussion between the two, they quickly confirmed the feasibility of the plan.
Liu Yutong decisively concluded, "Alright, it's settled. Start scouting locations and arranging renovations as soon as possible. Don’t worry about funding—I’ll handle it."
Yang Xin nodded and promptly agreed, "Got it, Sister Tong. I’ll get right on it."
But inwardly, he couldn’t shake his concerns.
What if, after all the chain supermarkets were fully renovated, the young miss couldn’t come up with the money?
Wouldn’t he end up being the one left holding the bag?
Of course, despite his worries, he didn’t dare voice them aloud.
Moreover, the whole situation still felt surreal to him.
Starting multiple chain supermarkets from scratch—no groundwork, no existing infrastructure—was something almost unheard of nationwide.
Were they really planning to pull this off with nothing but sheer audacity?
By the time they wrapped up their conversation, Shu Ning returned with some daily necessities.
Liu Yutong stood up, exchanged a quick greeting with her, and took her leave.
Once she was gone, Shu Ning eagerly asked her husband, "How did it go?"
Before he could answer, her eyes landed on the agreement lying on the coffee table. She picked it up, skimmed through it, and her eyes widened in shock.
"This much?! Your boss is incredibly generous! Honey, you made the right move switching jobs. After all those years at your old company, they never gave you equity. You’d better work hard for her!"
Yang Xin’s emotions were complicated. Seeing his wife so thrilled, he wasn’t sure how to explain the situation.
Right now, the supermarkets didn’t even exist—what good were shares if the business wasn’t off the ground? And more importantly, the new boss had some shady connections.
But he couldn’t tell his wife any of this—it would only worry her.
Finally, he said seriously, "Wife, let’s move."
.............
Over a week later, Ma Da returned from Bright Pearl City, carrying a document folder.
"Young Miss, it’s done! The company registration certificates and all the paperwork are here. Our company is officially registered!"
They had chosen Bright Pearl City as the registration location since Liu Yutong would be attending university there after summer break.
Previously, they had businesses but never a formally registered company—even their restaurant operated as a sole proprietorship.
This registration marked a significant step forward.
The name they ultimately settled on was the one they had discussed earlier—Wanlong Hui.
The full name was Wanlong Hui Limited Liability Company.
Liu Yutong took the folder, glanced at the company name, and then fixed Ma Da with a deadpan stare.
They were setting up a legitimate business—couldn’t he be a little more serious?
The name sounded like something straight out of a gangster movie.
Even the full title didn’t sound professional—"Limited Liability, Wanlong Hui"?
Was this his deep understanding of her vision?
For a moment, she seriously considered ripping his brain out and giving it a factory reset.
Just then, Yu Xin spoke up.
"Sister Tong, I think the name is actually great."
"Look at the character ‘Wan’—it’s not just a number but also echoes the philosophy of the I Ching: ‘Heaven creates water, and earth completes it.’ It embodies a vast, all-encompassing vision."
"Then there’s ‘Long’—while most associate it with imperial majesty and nobility, it also represents power and wisdom, symbolizing the company’s leading position and strength in the industry."
"And ‘Hui’—it means gathering, assembling. It’s like bringing together the finest talents under one banner to build something extraordinary."
"In short, this name is perfect. It commands respect while leaving room for flexibility—bold enough to conquer mountains and rivers, yet adaptable enough to shift strategies when needed."
Ma Da’s eyes lit up at Yu Xin’s analysis, and he couldn’t help but give her a thumbs-up. "No wonder Yu Xin’s the scholar among us—that explanation was spot-on."
He had just thought the name sounded cool, but who knew there was so much depth to it?
Truly, he was a genius!
After hearing Yu Xin’s interpretation, even Liu Yutong had to admit that Wanlong Hui wasn’t a bad name.
Still, something about Yu Xin felt off to her.
She used to be quiet and introverted—now, though she seemed more outgoing, there was an odd, almost performative edge to her behavior.
But Liu Yutong didn’t dwell on it and simply nodded. "Fine, we’ll go with this name."
Just then, her phone buzzed.
She checked the message, and her brow furrowed slightly.
The notification read: Crazy Dog Brother had been released—someone had paid a hefty sum to bail him out.
She wasn’t entirely surprised.
After all, Niu Ben had deep roots in Wushui County. Pulling strings to get one of his lackeys out of trouble wasn’t exactly difficult.
What's more, this little brother knew too many of his secrets. If he didn't bail him out, there was no telling what explosive information might spill.
However, the days ahead were unlikely to remain peaceful.
.............
Inside a private room at the nightclub,
Niu Ben gripped a golf club, swinging and gesturing wildly in the room.
On the floor lay a middle-aged man, his face bruised and swollen, mouth agape as he trembled uncontrollably.
Niu Ben took a swing—the white golf ball grazed the man's lips but missed the "hole."
Annoyed, Niu Ben smacked his own forehead, then raised the club and brought it down hard on the man several times.
The man let out a bloodcurdling scream.
"Who the hell told you to flinch?! That was a perfect shot—almost a hole-in-one!"
"Brother Niu, Brother Niu, I was wrong! I swear I was wrong! Please, have mercy! Just give me a little more time—I’ll pay you back, I swear!" The man, covered in blood, begged pitifully.
Niu Ben crouched down, glaring at him. "A week ago, I already gave you extra time. What, you think borrowing 200 grand and paying back 400 is too much?"
"And now you want more time? Did you skip school or something? Don’t you know time is money?"
"Brother Niu, I’ll work hard to pay you back—"
"Work hard? Hah! With that pathetic salary of yours, you’d need a lifetime just to cover the interest!"
"Tell you what—since I’m such a generous guy, I’ll give you a chance. Your wife’s got some looks. Let her work here as a hostess—consider it paying off the interest. As for the 400 grand, you’ve got one more week to figure it out. Deal?"
"Brother Niu, no, please—my wife—"
Before he could finish, Niu Ben stood up and whacked him again with the club. Another scream tore through the room.
"I’m not fucking negotiating with you—I’m telling you how it is!"
"If your wife isn’t here working off your debt by tomorrow, I’ll sink your whole family in the river!"
After the threat, Niu Ben waved at one of his lackeys. "Throw him out!"
"Yes, boss!" The underling immediately obeyed, dragging the battered man out of the room.
