Munitions Empire

"Can I accompany him?" Yulin asked.

"Of course you can," Roger nodded.

Then, Roger added a time slot, "From 10 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. is his time for receiving guests. Recently, there haven't been any important guests invited to the Dragon's Den, so he has more free time during this period."

Tang Mo liked to meet guests in the morning and also preferred to discuss business then — because it was efficient and he didn't need to have dinner with people he didn't like.

Of course, if he encountered someone opportunistic, someone he could have a good chat with, Tang Mo could also flexibly invite them to stay for dinner — doing so allowed him to take initiative, which suited his style.

Yulin noted this once again, "I understand."

She had an excellent memory, almost never forgetting anything she saw — if not for such a talent, she couldn't have become the queen of the school that people adored yet feared.

"Oh, by the way, remember to call John and ask him to pay attention to the opening ceremony of the Dragon City cinema," Roger was getting on in years, often speaking whatever came to mind, lacking coherence.

In reality, he was more like an ordinary person at work — keeping all his schedule in a notebook and occasionally taking it out for a look.

Now, without flipping through his own notebook, he was somewhat disorganized when delegating tasks.

Yulin didn't mind and continued to nod, "Sure."

More than colleagues or superiors and subordinates, she and Roger were like father and daughter, or relatives — Yulin was someone Roger had watched grow up. To others, she was the unapproachable queen, but to Roger, she was just a well-behaved little girl.

Roger was always a kind elder, whether in front of Tang Mo or Yulin.

Eager to know more, Yulin hesitated for a few seconds before asking Roger, "Is there anything else on the schedule?"

Roger couldn't think of anything else to add at the moment, so he said, "This job requires you to develop a habit, so I will keep handing it over to you until you're used to it, before I leave for Winterless City."

"Who was responsible for this when you were in Dragon City?" Yulin's curiosity sparked an interesting question.

Roger laughed, "He himself... to be honest, I didn't even do as well as he did on his own. But, you will definitely be much better than me."

"It really is a challenging job," Yulin felt the pressure mount in an instant.

Roger smiled and comforted Yulin, "Yes, but I have high hopes for you."

"Why?" Yulin asked curiously.

"He really does need someone more attentive by his side... This castle is great in all respects, just not quite like a home," Roger leaned back in his chair, unscrewed his flask but didn't hurry to take a sip. His words startled Yulin and also caused Tang Mo, who had been quietly standing behind them, to pause.

In fact, Tang Mo had always lacked a sense of belonging. Even before he crossed into this world, he didn't have a true sense of home...

Back then, he took his private jet to fly all over the world, met different people every day, and slept in different places every night.

Sometimes he might have to sleep in a tent on the African savannah, listening to the chilling howls of wild beasts at night, clutching an AK-47 and anxiously getting through the night.

Other times he would be in luxurious five-star hotels, holding several stunning beauties that would take one's breath away, indulging in a life ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of.

However, he had grown numb to such a life... like a lost soul, unable to feel his own existence. Habit, however, made him neither dare nor willing to change his trajectory, so he could only drift, continue wandering on the gloomy margins.

After coming to this world, he instinctively, habitually, subconsciously walked down the same old path.

He had money, he had power, but his castle was empty and cold; he could stack the most valuable art in the world here, but it still lacked something, something he most longed for... a feeling.

Roger's words silenced Tang Mo, and the unaware Roger, not far behind him, continued to instruct Yulin, "In terms of work, you actually can't help him much. However, you can make this place more like a home, and that would be the biggest... help you could offer him."

"Thank you, Grandpa Roger. I'll do my best," Yulin assured Roger firmly.

Roger smiled and reached out to gently tousle her hair, "You're a smart girl! Always have been! I believe you can do it!"

Yulin stuck out her tongue like a child, unconcerned with Roger messing up her hair.

"I say, let's have dinner together tonight! Like a family," Tang Mo leaned against the door frame, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and held it in his hand before suddenly speaking.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

His sudden voice startled both of them. Roger stood up instinctively, while Yulin's smile grew even wider upon seeing Tang Mo.

"Beef stew for tonight, fried eggplant, baked snails, and those lobsters too... Have Cui Xi stay for dinner as well, and Yue'er, Wes, call Mathews and Parker too," Tang Mo planned to invite all the old acquaintances from Dragon Island.

"Then we definitely need to open a bottle of Brunas aged four years..." the wine-loving Roger laughed heartily.

Yulin put on a plaintive expression, "Ah? Can't we not invite Yue'er?"

"We're family!" Tang Mo decided to firmly cement his harem plan, stepped forward, and hooked Yulin by her waist dominantly, shamelessly saying.

Seeing Yulin give up on the issue, a triumphant Tang Mo's laughter grew even louder — ah, his backyard was finally not ablaze...

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No chapter division, one large chapter presented here. I'm not in the best state today, hence no extra updates... sorry.