“You Emei already have two Tianzhu successors, how can you say we Kongtong are monopolizing them?” Thomas Moore retorted bluntly, meeting him head-on. Senior Reed didn’t continue arguing, and said casually, “All the major sects are here. I think your Kongtong Sect will have a hard time winning the Tianzhu successor!”

Thomas Moore was secretly furious: If it weren’t for you stirring up trouble, the old Daoist would have succeeded! He looked coldly at Emei’s Senior Reed and asked, “What do you mean by that?” The man in white glanced out the window: “Everyone’s here.” Thomas Moore pricked up his ears and, sure enough, heard the sound of robes slicing through the air. His face darkened. “Fine, in that case, let’s stick to the old rules!” “That’s fair…” Senior Reed said with a grin.

“Grace Carter.” Thomas Moore called out, and Grace Carter outside pushed the door open and entered. “Uncle-Master.” Thomas Moore said, “Take this young man back first.” David Walker looked at Thomas Moore, wondering if what they’d just discussed still counted. Thomas Moore glanced at David Walker: “Young man, don’t worry. We’ll talk about this in a few days.” He gave Grace Carter a look, and Grace Carter understood, leading David Walker out.

The black Lincoln drove out of the hotel. On the way, Grace Carter suddenly said, “Young man, what do you think of our Kongtong Sect?” Of course, David Walker thought it was great. The group president—his own goal was just to be a white-collar worker, and this was already far beyond his expectations. “Great, really great. You and Uncle Moore are both good people.” David Walker felt this sentence sounded awkward. After thinking for a while, he realized it was because it sounded like Mutombo’s name. He couldn’t help but laugh. Grace Carter asked, “What are you laughing at?” David Walker explained, and Grace Carter said, “What’s so funny about that? Let me tell you, as long as you join our Kongtong Sect, even buying the Rockets in the future won’t be a problem!”

“Really!” David Walker got excited. “Then wouldn’t I be like Abramovich?” Grace Carter didn’t know who Abramovich was, so David Walker had to go to great lengths to explain that he was the big spender who owned Chelsea.

Grace Carter laughed, “The strength of our Kongtong Sect is something you’ll only understand after you join. Forget Abramovich—even Bill Gates is nothing in comparison!” David Walker was so excited that he made up his mind to join the Kongtong Sect.

As they talked, they arrived at David Walker’s place. Grace Carter was especially attentive, driving the car all the way to his building. The passage was so narrow—it really wasn’t easy.

David Walker hummed a little tune as he went upstairs, fantasizing: Damn, when I have money in the future, I’ll form a team of Chinese players and break into the NBA. I’ll also buy a top-five league team like Abramovich, just for fun. Who should I buy? Inter Milan, it has to be Inter Milan. Chinese fans have a good relationship with them, it won’t feel awkward. Heh, by then, all the international supermodels and girl groups will be mine to enjoy…

Volume One: A Stroke of Luck

Chapter 7: Trouble at the Internet Café

Early the next morning, David Walker shook his head and got up. The more he thought about it last night, the happier he got. He even went downstairs to buy a pack of peanuts, and since there was still liquor at home, he drank alone while watching TV, and actually managed to get himself drunk!

When he checked the time, he was so startled he jumped up—it was already nine o’clock! He hadn’t gone to work for a long time, so his biological clock was messed up, and on top of drinking too much last night, he’d overslept. He hurriedly got dressed, didn’t wash his face or brush his teeth, just combed his hair and rushed out the door. On the street, why did this car look so familiar? Black, and the logo looked like a cross.

Grace Carter walked up with a smile: “Junior brother, this car is yours from now on. It’ll be convenient for commuting or going anywhere.” David Walker was flattered—such a nice car! He stammered, “B-but, I can’t drive…” Grace Carter laughed, “I’ve already arranged it for you.” A young man got out of the car, and Grace Carter said, “This is Little Emily, he’ll be your driver from now on, always at your service.”

David Walker nodded repeatedly. Grace Carter smiled, “You’ll gradually come to understand the strength of the Kongtong Sect.” David Walker thought to himself, I already know—this car must cost over a million, and they gave it away without even blinking!

There wasn’t much time left. David Walker got in the car, waved goodbye to Grace Carter, and confidently instructed the driver Little Emily, “To Qingsong Building.” He really did have the air of a boss.

Sitting in the car, David Walker touched this and looked at that, feeling so pleased—he was now a car owner, and not just any car, but a top-tier one. When he arrived outside the building, the security guard hurried over to open the door for him. At this hour, arriving in such a luxury car—if he wasn’t the chairman, he had to be the president. The security guard did his best to curry favor.

David Walker got out, told Little Emily, “You can go back first. Pick me up at six in the afternoon.” “Okay,” the driver replied, and the Lincoln drove off. Under the security guard’s respectful gaze, David Walker held his head high and walked into the elevator.

On the seventeenth floor, he immediately straightened his neck to act proper. After all, he was late—how could he act all self-righteous? He sneaked to the door of his office, but the door was locked. He was surprised—it wasn’t locked yesterday, so what was going on today? He pulled hard a few times, but it still wouldn’t open. The noise attracted Emily Smith. “My little ancestor, why are you only just getting here?”