Chapter 67

【ps: Thanks to my love for fantasy and cpa663 for the generous rewards, you are such good people!】

Su Wen really couldn't figure it out and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Lin Xinyi had a sweet appearance and was quite cute. Being with her, one couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness. However, Su Wen could only see Lin Xinyi as a little sister. If he were to talk about a never-ending love with her, Su Wen could only chuckle.

He shouldn't think about such things!

"How come I feel a bit strange," Su Wen muttered to himself.

...

The business of Jubaizhai was getting better and better.

Although Su Wen's treasures hadn't yet made a breakthrough, the antique bundles sold by Jubaizhai still excited many people. Especially the old coins and ancient coins recently launched by Jubaizhai, which attracted many collectors.

Without mentioning anything else, some ancient coins were quite valuable, with some worth tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands.

Lin Xinyi, the only financial officer of Jubaizhai, told Su Wen that the average daily transaction volume of Jubaizhai had reached over two million, sometimes even up to five million or more. Of course, most of these transactions were due to the old coins and ancient coins. Anyway, everyone felt that Jubaizhai was doing great.

Old Master Chu couldn't stop smiling, and he praised Su Wen more than once.

Su Wen could understand Old Master Chu's feelings. In the past, when Jubaizhai's business was bad, it was hard to even reach ten thousand a day, let alone two million. Now, one day's business was equivalent to what it used to take one or two months to achieve.

The old beggar came to Jubaizhai.

Su Wen looked at the old beggar, somewhat disbelievingly, "Old beggar, you look so well-dressed and spirited, how can you still be a beggar? This won't do, you're forgetting your roots! Forgetting your roots!"

The old beggar touched his clothes, somewhat embarrassed, "This outfit costs a few thousand yuan, and I don't feel very comfortable wearing it. But since I have money now, I have to take care of my image. This time, to discuss business with you, I reluctantly put it on."

Su Wen immediately felt disdain and thought to himself, "You, an old beggar, talking about business with me? Your clothes have nothing to do with me."

"Little Brother Su, what good fortune do you have for me this time?" The old beggar had a look that everyone on Earth would understand; he now saw Su Wen as a god of wealth.

Su Wen had indeed called the old beggar for some matters.

"Old beggar, we've known each other for some time, but I don't know your name yet," Su Wen said while pouring a cup of freshly brewed tea for the old beggar.

The old beggar was somewhat flattered. He took the cup and said nervously, "I'm called Hong Bao, originally from Hexiong County, An Province. I started begging with my father at the age of three and have been begging for sixty years. Time flies!"

Su Wen was secretly shocked; Hong Bao was indeed a professional beggar!

If he could change his name to Hong Qigong, it would be even better.

"Old beggar, do you have any plans for the future?" Su Wen held the cup, sipping the tea like an old scholar, but his eyes never left the old beggar.

The old beggar, hearing this, was somewhat embarrassed, "I'm getting old, so I plan to save some money to buy a house, then find a wife, and settle down. I won't beg anymore."

Su Wen was inwardly anxious upon hearing this.

He almost started cursing; you're already over sixty and still want to find a wife? Who would marry you?

Su Wen didn't call the old beggar for no reason. He had some immature ideas, which were based on the old beggar still being a beggar. If the old beggar stopped begging, he would have to find someone else to implement his ideas. So, he was determined not to let the old beggar retire, as he still needed the old beggar to do things for him.

"What's wrong, Little Brother Su?" The old beggar was puzzled.

"Old beggar, it's not that easy to start a family, right?" Su Wen pondered for a moment and began to guide the old beggar.

"To be honest, Little Brother Su, I met a woman when I did a spa the day before yesterday. She's in her thirties, and we hit it off. She said she's willing to marry me. I thought it was all set. Once I use my savings to buy a house, we can get married by the end of the year," the old beggar said, quite excited.

Su Wen was speechless. No wonder the old beggar was so motivated; it was springtime for him.

However, Su Wen couldn't let the old beggar retire so easily. After pondering for a while, Su Wen said with difficulty, "Old beggar, your idea of starting a family is nice, but you're thinking too simply. You're over sixty, and you'll need money in the future. Do you want to have children? Let's assume you can have them... Do you want to give the woman a stable life? If you have children, will you send them to school? What about your fellow beggars?"

The more Su Wen spoke, the worse the old beggar's expression became.

"Little Brother Su, I only have a few hundred thousand in total. I can barely afford a house, and I haven't thought about the rest," the old beggar said with a sad face. He was hit hard by Su Wen's very realistic words, just like how Liu Xiaoshi was hit by her parents' words, leading to their breakup.

Su Wen smiled, "So, you're not ready to retire yet. Begging is a promising career. If you work hard for another ten years, not only can you buy a house, but you can even marry a dozen wives. Why are you in such a hurry to retire?"

The old beggar thought for a moment and realized it was true. Recently, he had indeed earned a lot, but most of it was from Su Wen. In the past, without Su Wen, he only made a hundred or so yuan a day, and after expenses, he had nothing left.

"Old beggar, it seems you understand that begging is a promising career," Su Wen said sincerely, "I have many things that I need your help with in the future. If you quit, who will I turn to? You understand, right?"

The old beggar was startled, "How long is the future, a month or two?"

Su Wen seemed to understand. It seemed the old beggar didn't see him as a long-term reliance. He needed to paint a grand vision for the old beggar, which was the immature idea he had recently.

Su Wen stood up and looked into the distance from the second floor, with an unfulfilled look.

The old beggar stood behind Su Wen, very cooperatively.

"Old beggar, do you know how big the world is?" Su Wen asked a seemingly vague question.

The old beggar hadn't noticed anything yet, but an invisible aura enveloped him, and he mechanically replied, "Very big! I heard that China has nearly ten million square kilometers of land, and there are many countries outside China, with the United States being particularly powerful."

"Good, but that's not the point," Su Wen smiled mysteriously.

"Not the point?"

"Right."

"Then what's the point?"

"The point is that every country has beggars, including the United States. These beggars lack organization and discipline, and they need a leader like you. Imagine if you became the leader of all the beggars in the world, wouldn't you be excited?"

The old beggar's body slumped upon hearing this.

"Old beggar, what's wrong? Are you too excited?" Su Wen quickly supported the old beggar.

"Little Brother Su, don't scare me!" The old beggar wiped the sweat from his forehead, "We don't encourage rebellion in China. Although the beggars in Jiangning call me 'boss,' it's just a joke. If I were to lead all the beggars in the world, I'd be dead on the street tomorrow."

Su Wen rolled his eyes, "Who said anything about rebellion? What you need to do is establish a formal beggar organization. Jiangning has the Swordsmanship Association and the Martial Arts Association; why can't you establish a Beggar Association?"

"Beggar Association?"

"Membership-based, with members all over the world, how impressive would that be!"

"Is it really possible?"

"I say it's possible, so it is."

"Can we not call it a Beggar Association?"

"Why?"

"It sounds too bad."

"Then let's call it a Beggar Group, an international company. You'll be the chairman, more powerful than the abbot of Shaolin."

"I'm the chairman, then what are you?"

"I'm the one standing behind you, supporting you."

"Why do you have to stand behind me?"

"Because you need to shield me from the bullets."

The old beggar fainted; this was too shocking.

He didn't know that the beggar king's path Su Wen had planned for him had officially begun, and the reason for this grand journey was simply that Su Wen felt Jubaizhai needed an intelligence department.

Just a feeling.

That's all!