VIP Chapter “Although the possibility of something going wrong at the Hantang Hospital is extremely small, the recent actions of Guo Jia compel one to consider that hypothesis,” Luo Yufeng sighed.

“What actions has Guo Jia taken?” Liu Hui asked in alarm, quickly pressing for details.

“Guo Jia has been practically living at Hantang Hospital lately, not leaving it for a moment. He previously entrusted the management of Hantang Hospital to his confidant, Ou Jiang. Recently, for reasons unknown, Ou Jiang has been dressed down mercilessly by Guo Jia every single day. Moreover, Guo Jia has secretly gathered a large group of medical experts within Hantang Hospital, keeping the doors shut while they research some mysterious project, secretive enough to exclude any outsiders,” Luo Yufeng relayed the intelligence he had gathered.

“That shouldn’t be possible, right? My medicine has been personally experienced by so many patients; those already cured should be proof enough. If this medicine suddenly can’t treat illnesses anymore, then something incredible must have happened within Hantang Hospital. If that’s the case, won't Guo Jia come looking for me?” Liu Hui finally voiced the concern that had been troubling him.

“We also thought this scenario was impossible, but the facts force us to suspect something is definitely amiss. However, Young Master Hui, you can rest assured. We have secretly retrieved the agreement between you and Guo Jia regarding the transfer of Hantang Hospital. After our analysis of its contents, even if Hantang Hospital can no longer treat AIDS patients, it won't be held against you in any way.” Luo Yufeng sought to comfort Liu Hui.

“And why is that?” Liu Hui asked with feigned curiosity.

“That transfer agreement only stipulated that you were transferring Hantang Hospital to Guo Jia; it made no mention that you must guarantee the hospital’s ability to treat AIDS patients, nor did it even require you to transfer the proprietary drug formula. Analyzing according to standard convention, this point is usually explicitly stated in such agreements. However, our analysis suggests that Guo Jia must have used some special method to force you to transfer the drug formula into his private possession, which is why it wouldn't need to be reflected in the transfer agreement. This allowed him to acquire the hospital at an extremely low price. Previously, all of us assumed the formula was legally part of the hospital assets stipulated in the agreement, but now it appears the formula is entirely in Guo Jia’s private hands. Guo Jia did this to damage national interests and line his own pockets,” Luo Yufeng explained.

“But even so, might Guo Jia accuse me of defrauding state assets and then come after me? After all, I did receive one hundred million RMB from him,” Liu Hui inquired.

Luo Yufeng chuckled: “Young Master Hui, you don't need to worry about that either. After you received that money, you donated it immediately to the Bashan City Red Cross, and this was all reported in the press conferences. So that money actually went straight back to the state. Now, they have no grounds to accuse you of misappropriating state assets because the money never landed in your pocket. Young Master Hui, I have to admire you; being able to donate that entire hundred million RMB on the spot back then. But it is precisely because you donated that hundred million that Guo Jia is powerless against you now.”

“It’s good if that’s the case. I was just so disheartened back then that I cared less about money,” Liu Hui pretended to breathe a sigh of relief, though he was sneering inwardly. If I hadn't already foreseen this situation and made preparations in advance, do you think I could have completely severed ties with Hantang Hospital?

“Rest assured, Young Master Hui. Our Luo family has formed a strategic partnership with you. Your concerns are ours, and your interests are ours. We will not permit any action that might harm your interests. Regarding the Guo family, you have no need to worry; our Luo family will keep them in check and prevent them from bothering you,” Luo Yufeng smiled.

“Heh, if that’s truly the case, that would be wonderful. After all, I’m just a businessman; my goal is to earn money safely. If Young Master Luo is willing to help me resolve these troubles, I will certainly express my gratitude to you later,” Liu Hui replied with a smile.

“Young Master Hui, we should help you; that’s what this relationship entails. However, your temporary agency rights for that ‘Starlight Myopia Remedy’ won't last much longer. Perhaps it’s time to discuss…” Luo Yufeng stammered, feeling somewhat apologetic as raising this now felt like taking advantage of his situation.

“Heh, don't worry. If you truly succeed in keeping Guo Jia from bothering me, then your temporary agency rights will automatically convert to formal agency rights after three months,” Liu Hui said, smiling. In truth, he preferred this kind of clearly priced cooperation; only vested interests created the most stable relationships; everything else was nonsense. The exchange of benefits Luo Yufeng was proposing was exactly what Liu Hui was happiest to do.

“Heh, thank you then, Young Master Hui. Our Luo family guarantees that you can earn money safely,” Luo Yufeng was overjoyed. He had finally completed the “agency rights” task assigned by the elders of his family, and he felt a great weight lifted. Perhaps based on his recent good performance, those old folks might even entrust him with greater responsibilities.

“Young Master Luo, actually, we are about to launch a new product,” Liu Hui decided, seeking to deepen the cooperation with the Luo family.

“What product?” Luo Yufeng’s voice trembled slightly. He knew Liu Hui’s capabilities; every product he launched was world-defying, achieving massive sales and immediate sell-outs, as evidenced by the AIDS drug and the myopia remedy.

“Heh, it’s a medicine that can completely cure Hepatitis B,” Liu Hui said with a smile.

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After reaching an agreement in principle with Young Master Luo regarding the agency for the new product, Luo Yufeng immediately departed Starry Sky Group and rushed back to Kyoto to report to his family patriarch. After all, the market share for this Hepatitis B cure was no smaller than that of the ‘Starlight Myopia Remedy,’ and he needed to make preparations in advance.

With the Luo family's commitment, Liu Hui felt half his worries dissipate. However, even if the Luo family hadn't offered assistance, Liu Hui would have remained fearless. At worst, he would simply leave Hong Kong again and develop his operations in other countries or regions. He was certain that on this earth, there were plenty of countries and regions that would welcome him and offer him even more favorable policies and treatment than he currently enjoyed. Nevertheless, Liu Hui was Chinese, and deep down, he did not wish to leave the sphere of Chinese influence; that was the only reason he wasn't already planning to leave Guo Jia's sphere of power.

Following the analysis provided by the Luo family, a powerful entity within the establishment, they concluded that even if Guo Jia’s Hantang Hospital could no longer treat AIDS patients, they could not hold him accountable. With the Luo family’s backing at the central level, and having violated no domestic laws or regulations in the process, Guo Jia likely could not touch him. Coupled with the massive network he had woven using the substantial profits from the ‘Starlight Myopia Remedy,’ this network could exert enormous pressure on the Chinese government, making them hesitant to act rashly against him. Thus, Guo Jia would also hesitate to use coercive measures against him. It seemed the greatest hurdle he once faced might just pass smoothly.

After Liu Hui set the development tone for Starry Sky Group for the coming period, the entire group mobilized, moving according to his will and advancing toward the goals he had set.

One day, Liu Hui intended to discuss some matters concerning the sales of the company’s new product with Li Zhishang. Feeling stale from staying in his office, he decided to go out for some fresh air. Therefore, instead of summoning Li Zhishang, he personally went to her office.

As Liu Hui walked through the office building, he passed one office where several people were chatting loudly; he could clearly hear their conversation in the hallway. The topics they were discussing were entirely unrelated to work.

Liu Hui smiled inwardly; he used to chat with colleagues when the manager wasn’t around. Humans couldn't maintain a work state at all times, and occasional daydreaming was understandable, as long as it didn't interfere with work. He didn't intend to interfere with this behavior.

After listening for a few sentences, Liu Hui was about to move on when he suddenly heard the topic of conversation shift. He paused, stopping to listen carefully to what the people inside were saying.

“Yang Xiao, I don’t know why you and Yang Dong have such wild ideas, thinking of everything. Why don't you just write novels? At least that way, you won't waste your talent,” a female voice laughed.

The person named Yang Xiao replied, “Do you think we haven't? We're currently writing a novel about a modern person transmigrating to another world. It’s a shame no readers want to read it; they just say my writing is trash and unsatisfying to read.”

“Exactly! This novel was written by Brother Xiao and me. We spent countless hours researching the settings and content, doing our best to make the story seem real and plausible. But those readers have zero appreciation; it’s a huge waste of our time,” a male voice chimed in.

“Yang Dong, what kind of trash novel are you two writing? A modern person crosses over to another world, but instead of building a nation to fight for supremacy and writing those passionate, harem-seeking plots, you focus on religion and spend all your time being mysterious, making it hard to understand what you’re doing. Doesn’t that just annoy the readers? Of course, they won't appreciate it,” another male voice stated.

“This is just the early stage. Once his religion establishes a foothold in that world, we’ll have a massive expansion, and then it’ll start getting satisfying,” Yang Dong argued defensively.

“In short, the story you’re writing is not engaging, not good at all; it’s non-mainstream,” the previous male voice commented.

“I say all those people who transmigrate to other worlds nowadays are fools. They work so hard to establish a nation, only to follow the trend of fighting for supremacy and writing piles of harem tropes. Maybe you find those kinds of novels satisfying, but their method of conquest is not the best way; it tires people out, and that nation certainly won’t last long. Only the method in our novel is the optimal plan for achieving dominance,” Yang Xiao asserted.

“Isn't that how all current transmigration novels are written? Are you saying you can achieve dominance without establishing a nation?” the other female voice asked curiously.

“Heh, that’s why I say those protagonists are fools. If I transmigrated to another world, I wouldn't build a nation; I’d build a religion,” Yang Xiao declared.

“What’s the difference between building a religion and building a nation?” the first female voice asked.

“The difference is huge. Think about it: which nation in those novels lasts forever? Those that truly endure are all organizations similar to religions,” Yang Dong explained.

“Now that you mention it, I actually think that’s true. But why is that?” the female voice asked.

“Think about it: how strong is the brainwashing ability of those running a religion? As long as your persuasion is strong enough, combined with a few fabricated miracles, over long-term subtle influence, people will worship you as an absolute authority. Then, whatever you say, they will believe it is real, believe it without question, and execute it resolutely. If you need them to, they won't hesitate to kill their own family members, let alone join you in a rebellion. Look at the terrorists on TV; most of them have been hypnotized by their religion, willingly carrying out suicide bombings, thinking it is God’s will and that they will be summoned by God after death. Have you seen any nation or organization outside of religion achieve this level of control? In a nation, no one will worship you as an absolute authority. Sometimes, your subordinates might outwardly comply but inwardly resent you. If you try to take a woman, someone might impeach you. As for gathering followers with a mere shout, echoing your every call—that’s likely a rare occurrence unless a war of national destruction breaks out, affecting everyone’s vital interests. Conversely, in a religion, if you want a woman, you declare her a Holy Maiden, destined to serve the divine. And since you now represent the divine, that Holy Maiden must serve you. You only need to speak the word, and your subordinates will handle the matter perfectly for you, leaving you nothing to worry about but to wait and enjoy, and you never have to worry about someone cuckolding you,” Yang Xiao elaborated in detail.

“Think about it: once you control this religion, what in this world can you not obtain? You can choose to stand above all nations while secretly controlling their operations; or, you can choose to eliminate the secular nations and govern them yourself. Furthermore, once your religion gains momentum, it can last for eternity; you never have to worry about being wiped out by anyone. In short, as long as you wish, you can do anything you want. This is why establishing a religion is the best choice for a transmigrator in another world!” Yang Dong continued.

“If we are in a religion, we have to pretend to be compassionate every day and must adhere to those tedious doctrines. Wouldn’t that be too much trouble?” a male voice asked.

“You know nothing! You’re the boss; who dares say you don't follow the doctrine? Moreover, your outward appearance is compassionate, but your heart is dark—who would know? Isn't wearing the cloak of compassion precisely what makes it easier for you to pursue beautiful women?” Yang Xiao countered.

“Now that you put it that way, I actually find religion much more interesting than any nation.”

“Naturally. Nations will eventually be destroyed. When have you ever seen a religion vanish?” Yang Dong laughed.

Hearing this, Liu Hui felt a window in his mind swing open. What these two men were saying solved a major problem for him. He immediately pushed the door open and walked in, seeing two young men gesticulating animatedly as they spoke, surrounded by several listeners.

“B-b-b…” One employee, facing the door, saw Liu Hui enter and tried to warn everyone to quiet down, but he stammered at this critical moment.

“What nonsense is that? How can religion grow old?” Yang Xiao cursed, laughing.

“Boss, hello!” The employee who spotted Liu Hui finally regained his composure and called out.

Everyone in the room turned their heads and immediately saw Liu Hui standing behind them. They quickly scattered back to their seats, grabbing random files and pretending to look them over hastily. Only Yang Xiao and Yang Dong, who had been speaking loudly, remained standing; they had been too engrossed to notice immediately.

“Heh, you two spoke very well. Why stop?” Liu Hui smiled.

“Boss, this… actually… haha,” Yang Xiao became instantly embarrassed, unsure what to say.

“Boss, I’m sorry. We shouldn't have been chatting casually during work hours,” Yang Dong immediately apologized sincerely, hoping to earn his boss’s forgiveness.

“You are Yang Xiao, and you are Yang Dong?” Liu Hui pointed at the two men and asked.

“Boss, we will definitely change in the future and absolutely refrain from chatting casually during work hours,” Yang Xiao misunderstood Liu Hui’s question, thinking Liu Hui was noting their names down for punishment, and immediately apologized, hoping his boss would soften his heart and let them off.

“I wasn't referring to that; I was asking for your names. Are you Yang Xiao?” Liu Hui continued to press.

“I am Yang Xiao,” Yang Xiao answered honestly this time.

“I am Yang Dong,” Yang Dong followed up.

Having held a high position for a long time, wielding absolute power over the colossal Starry Sky Group, Liu Hui naturally possessed an innate authority in his tone. The two men felt considerable pressure facing him and quickly stated their names.

“You both have the surname Yang and work together. Are you relatives?” Liu Hui asked curiously.

“No, we aren't from the same place, but we became good friends later due to a shared interest,” they both denied.

“I have a new job opening here. Are you interested in taking it?” Liu Hui inquired.