After a group of people had been making a lot of noise for a while, Yang Jing led the group into the villa. The servants brought them the breakfast that had been prepared long ago.
After the group of people had a lively breakfast together, they completely accepted Yang Jing as the new leader.
At this point, the grand plan that Yang Jing had spent more than 40 years to form in the past time and space was completed perfectly.
"Boss, Mr. Smith's body..." Frank Abbas asked hesitantly in the office converted from the villa's master bedroom.
Yang Jing shook his head and said, "Don't worry about my master's body. Not only you, but even I can't deal with his body myself. His body has completely disappeared from this world. Although it's regrettable, this is how our practice works. If you want to keep a part of your consciousness alive, you have to give up that body."
"Boss, excuse me for asking, but could it be that the magic you mastered came from the mysterious China?"
"That's right!" Yang Jing nodded and gave a very affirmative answer, "Master also met an old Taoist priest from China a long time ago, and then learned this magical skill from the old Taoist priest. Now, he has passed this skill to me."
After a pause, Yang Jing continued to explain: "China's reputation has been passed down for five thousand years. I am also a Chinese, so I know very well that we in China do have some incredible skills that cannot be explained by science."
Frank nodded.
"Okay, you don't have to worry about this. This magical technique has extremely strict and special requirements for physical fitness, otherwise my master wouldn't have searched for me for fifteen years. Don't even think about it, otherwise you would have been chosen as the successor by the master long ago."
Several core executives of the Dragon Fund, led by Frank, were a little embarrassed.
"There's nothing to do here now, so you should go back to your respective posts. You've been out for almost a week for this inheritance, so just put your minds back on your respective jobs. You don't have to worry about things here, give Albert some time to adapt." Yang Jing's accent changed to Cole Smith. At this time, Smith's identity could still completely suppress them.
After a few people said goodbye and left, Yang Jing went to Old Mike's room.
"Mike, if you have nothing to do recently, please give me the antique artworks that Master has entrusted you to purchase over the years. At the same time, there are some antique artworks that you need to give to me as gifts. I have searched for those things over the years, but they are not easy to take out, so I need a suitable reason to let them come to light."
"Albert, I understand what you mean. Alas, you just inherited Cole's business, but you didn't expect to inherit his style of doing things as well. Cole always asked me to do these sneaky things whenever he had time, and now it's your turn, and you still won't let me, an old man who is almost 90 years old, go."
"Haha, you are still strong despite your old age..."
"Don't flatter me with such words!" Old Mike glared at Yang Jing helplessly, "Where are the things you mentioned?"
"They are all in San Francisco. When we get to San Francisco, you can see the antique artworks."
"Well, leave this to me. Let's go back to the United States today. I can't stand the weather here..."
PS: I would like to thank "很懒的鱼" for the reward of 100.
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