On a certain date, at the Foreign Affairs Reception Hall of the Space-Time Administration Bureau.

Edward Faulkner stood foolishly at the window of the Immigration Department, waiting for the clerk to review his visa.

"Reborn?" The clerk flipped through the documents, not even bothering to lift his eyelids as he asked.

"Yeah." Edward Faulkner nodded.

"Do you have any advantages?"

"Huh?" Edward Faulkner was confused.

"For example, have you studied international business? Do you know computers? Are you skilled in hacking? None of those? Then are you a graduate student in history? Have you worked as a researcher in the history of science and technology? Do you understand the world economic trends of the past thirty years? Have you ever been in the arms business? You're really a good-for-nothing! So what exactly can you do?" The clerk was a bit annoyed.

"I used to help others launder money." Edward Faulkner answered cautiously.

"Was it easy?" The clerk was quite interested.

Volume One: The Mischievous Boy Is Not Naive

Chapter One: Prologue

"The scenery on Yangming Mountain is unparalleled, and beauties gather like clouds at the Hot Spring Pass below. Nowadays, with cable cars crisscrossing the mountain, there are truly not many people willing to hike up Yangming Mountain to enjoy the view." The beautiful tour guide sighed deeply at the front of the group of tourists.

Although Edward Faulkner also heard the guide's complaints, they didn't spark any thoughts in him at all. At this moment, his eyes were firmly locked on the graceful peaks on a female tourist's chest, with a rather persistent intent.

What the guide said was indeed true. As the most famous tourist attraction in Tiannan Province, Yangming Mountain's scenery stands out among its peers, not only because its natural beauty is well preserved, but also due to its once unrivaled cultural attractions. Whether it's the lakes and mountains or the ancient pines and green cypresses, compared to the Hot Spring Pass Resort developed by the local government with huge investments, they all seem a bit overshadowed.

Ever since a large geothermal water group structure was accidentally discovered at the foot of Yangming Mountain three years ago, the local government raised massive funds for the development of the resort, which finally opened for business at the beginning of the year.

The hot springs, said to be rich in calcium, iron, zinc, selenium, and vitamins, immediately attracted numerous beautiful women with both money and leisure after a large-scale advertising campaign. Compared to the usual costs of maintaining beautiful skin, the daily expense of about a thousand yuan at the Hot Spring Pass Resort wasn't considered expensive. Moreover, the hot spring water here really had some effect—after experiencing their skin becoming more supple, the ladies, in their excitement, naturally became voluntary promoters. Over time, tourists flocked in droves.

Naturally, beautiful women rarely travel alone. Although they have private cars, holding the steering wheel for long periods can easily cause their delicate skin to become rough—this is a real problem. Those heavy suitcases are also not something their tender hands should be handling. Someone has to serve them, after all. Thus, under the influence of the beauties, the number of male followers soared, and the resulting additional income became a staggering figure, making the local government's economic growth stand out among neighboring provinces and cities.

It seemed that the female tourist sensed Edward Faulkner's burning gaze and turned her head slightly to glare at him, silently warning him. Unfortunately, Edward Faulkner's skin was clearly very thick, showing not the slightest awareness of a gentleman's conduct. The female tourist could only turn her head back and pull her silk shawl over her chest, but the designer of the shawl clearly had a mischievous streak—this little accessory was simply not enough to cover her magnificent presence.

Thus, Edward Faulkner's lecherous gaze continued to brazenly invade the high ground on the female tourist's chest.

"This damn brat, why doesn't he fall off the cliff and get eaten by wolves!" The female tourist fumed inwardly, secretly cursing Edward Faulkner.

There were about twenty or thirty tourists at the top of the mountain. The guide and the others didn't notice Edward Faulkner's lewd behavior or the female tourist's indignation. Everyone was still following the guide, pointing out the sights and chatting animatedly.

"There is a Great Buddha Temple on Yangming Mountain. In the past, it's said you could see Buddha's light at the top, but there haven't been any such records for many years now. Maybe it's because the environment has deteriorated. After all, although Buddha's light is a natural phenomenon, it requires a very clean atmosphere to appear. With the number of tourists on Yangming Mountain increasing year by year, I'm afraid the Buddha's light has become a thing of the past." The beautiful tour guide, a local, had an indescribable affection for Yangming Mountain. Mentioning the Buddha's light, a rare wonder not seen for years, she couldn't help but sigh with regret, her brows furrowing slightly.

The seasoned beauty explorer Edward Faulkner immediately sensed the change in the guide. He glanced over and found that the beautiful guide was exuding a very alluring aura, making his fingers itch and his heart flutter.

Beautiful women are hard to find, women with poise are even harder to find, and women with both poise and professional skills are rarer still. To unexpectedly discover one in this remote mountain area was truly a surprise.