One had to go through hardships to rise to the top.
In the past, Zhao Manyan was just a good-for-nothing with no ambition.
But now, he still looked like a playboy on the outside, but anyone with a bit of experience would know that his seemingly young and reckless behavior was actually a kind of open-mindedness after experiencing the ugliness, beauty, good, and evil of the world.
This kind of open-mindedness was not something that every young successor possessed, but it was something that most successful people possessed.
The old merchants would decide how the Zhao Clan was going to make the decisions.
It would depend on Zhao Manyan how the Zhao Clan was going to conquer the proud European financial groups, ancient clans, and royal families.
The Zhao Clan did not lack money. What they lacked was the respect of people from all over the world!
…
The meeting came to an end. Zhao Manyan sat alone at the top of the tower of the Chamber of Commerce. Behind him was an ancient clock carved with a dragon and a mountain.
Venice was right under his feet. He still remembered the day he was pushed to the gates of hell by Zhao Youqian.
How could he not feel despair?
However, whenever Zhao Manyan recalled his father's face when he was on his deathbed, there was no anger on his face, only a hint of regret.
Zhao Manyan had the urge to kill his brother, Zhao Youqian, for a long time …
He could not wait to tell his mother what kind of scum Zhao Youqian was. He had tried his best to train himself, to make himself strong enough to get his revenge.
However, when he finally had the ability to get his revenge, Zhao Manyan was reluctant to tell his mother the truth when he saw her distraught face. He did not want to start a bloodbath.
He decided to pull out Zhao Youqian's poisonous fangs and let him continue his business. He would take care of his mother and the family business. His father did not hold a grudge against Zhao Youqian, so why should he hold a grudge against him? He was just a little out of his mind, so he had to stay in a mental hospital for a few days at times.
"There you are. The meeting is over. Why aren't you taking a rest?" a gentle voice said.
"Mother, why are you here?" Zhao Manyan turned around and looked at Bai Miaoying in surprise. He noticed that her complexion was a lot better than before.
"I heard from Old Dong that you performed very well today. If your father sees you, he will be very happy." Bai Miaoying also sat down.
"I asked the girls to record a video and send it to him later. He should be connected to the internet now," Zhao Manyan said.
Bai Miaoying rolled her eyes at Zhao Manyan.
"I still don't understand. How did you get the Victoria Dragon-seeking Family to sign the contract? Even if you have a good relationship with Grand Duchess Irene, she wouldn't give you such an important agreement," Bai Miaoying asked, puzzled.
"Mom, what do you think I'm most talented in?" Zhao Manyan asked.
"Magic?"
Zhao Manyan shook his head.
"Business?"
Zhao Manyan shook his head again.
"What is that?" Bai Miaoying could not think of anything else.
"Picking up girls," Zhao Manyan said proudly.
Bai Miaoying was stunned for a moment. It took her a while to understand!
"Really?" Bai Miaoying asked in surprise.
"Really. Once, I went to the Victoria Dragon-taming Family with two friends. I wanted to shamelessly ask Irene for a Wyvern … My two friends only had eyes for Wyverns. Their minds were filled with thoughts of how to conquer Wyverns. Only I, Zhao Manyan, realized that conquering a person would give me all the Wyverns … "Zhao Manyan said.
Bai Miaoying's jaw dropped involuntarily.
What a talent.
Her son was really a talent!
"I've seen that girl. She's a good girl with a prominent background. She can adapt to any environment. If you have the chance, bring her over for a meal," Bai Miaoying said.
"Cough cough, I'm still trying to woo her … She's probably the hardest girl to woo," Zhao Manyan said awkwardly.
"Then you have to work hard. Show more of your true feelings. Don't use those cheap tricks," Bai Miaoying said.
"Mhm. By the way, there's something I might need your help with, "Zhao Manyan said.
"What is it?" Bai Miaoying saw Zhao Manyan's stern expression. It was obvious that he was about to talk about something serious.
"We have to be the ones in charge of Venice. I need to turn black into white."
"Turn black into white? Are you talking about the Sacred City …" Bai Miaoying's eyes widened.
"Yes."
…
…
The rain was plentiful, and the olive flowers outside the city of Athens were in full bloom. The yellow stamens of the flowers gave off a unique fragrance, and the entire city seemed to have become as mesmerizing as a woman.
The election of the Goddess of Parthenon was finally taking place this year. The people of Athens felt like they had just gone through a long war. The dark days were finally coming to an end.
Inside the city, there were two statues. They represented the two candidates for the Goddess who had entered the final election.
One of them was Ye Xinxia, while the other was Iza.
Iza's statue was holding a spear. She was covered in mighty armor. She had dressed herself up as the symbol of victory. She was emitting the aura of a Saintess.
On the other hand, Ye Xinxia's statue was unarmed and unarmed. Her sickly and gentle temperament was perfectly presented on the statue. She held a slender olive branch in one hand while her other hand was placed in front of her chest. She was elegant and tranquil, representing peace and wisdom.
The two Saintesses had completely different styles. It was hard to tell which one the people would favor in the end.
One thing was for sure, the statue of the Saintess that lost would be smashed into pieces. Judging from the past elections, the losers never had a good ending. After all, it was not a beauty contest. The election of the Parthenon Temple was closely related to the politics of the Greek Goddess. It was all about benefits and conflicts.
As soon as the two Saintesses finished their speeches, the city of Athens was in an uproar. The people could not wait to bow and pledge their loyalty to their Goddess.
It was only a speech. It was the last public canvassing for votes. The Fenghua Festival would follow, and they would wait for the results of the election.
They returned to the Parthenon Mountain. The Servants had already left. Only Iza and Ye Xinxia were left. They would split up at the junction and return to their respective Halls of the Saintesses.
Iza stopped at the junction and turned around.
"I've been wrong about something. It's probably why you're able to grow into a towering tree so quickly," Iza said to Ye Xinxia.
Ye Xinxia turned around and looked at Iza with a confused face.
"I admit, I was the one who came up with the conspiracy. I set you up as the Red Cardinal. I know you're related to Salan," Iza admitted.
"Everyone knows the truth," Ye Xinxia was not surprised.
"But I wasn't trying to frame you. I was just wrong about something," Iza's gaze never left Ye Xinxia.
"What is it?" Ye Xinxia asked helplessly.
"You're not a Red Cardinal. You, Ye Xinxia, are the Pope!" Iza said firmly.
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