An adopted daughter is sweeter than one's own.

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"Explain how it's legal."

"Actually, Master, it's like this," Wan Hailian paused. "Please don't curse at me after I say it!"

"Go on."

"Master, to help you arrange the house and the car, I have your complete set of documents on hand, as you know."

"I know, so what?"

"Here in Yujing, it is really not easy for outsiders to acquire a primary real estate property or a car on their own. Not only is it hard to smooth things over with official channels, but once discovered, it implicates the people who helped. So," at this point, Wan Hailian cast a sideways glance at Yang Tang.

Yang Tang gave him a lukewarm, sidelong look. "Keep talking!"

"So, driven into a corner with no other choice, I used the old method. I established a new subsidiary under my Wanyang Group—essentially just a shell company. The corporate legal person and chairman are all registered under your name. Then I had the parent company funnel a major project into this new subsidiary. By September, its tax contribution reached thirty million, making the purchase of cars and houses completely justifiable. Until two days ago, they were still registered under the new company, but now, all the houses and cars have been issued to your personal name as company bonuses!"

Yang Tang: "..."

"Master, how did I handle this matter? At least give me a word!" Wan Hailian grew anxious.

"Not particularly well, but since you've already made such a mess of it, let's just leave it as it is for now," Yang Tang said indifferently. "By the way, doesn't that new company need to be deregistered?"

Hearing this question, Wan Hailian felt a tight squeeze in his gut. Though extremely reluctant, he had to follow Yang Tang's lead. "Yes, Master. You can go and deregister the new company at any time..."

"But judging by your tone, you don't seem to want me to deregister it?"

"Master sees right through me. Ever since the Master used immortal arts to save me, I've wanted to listen to the Master's teachings at all times..."

"Stop right there!" Yang Tang waved his hand. "Old Wan, spare me these sickening words in my presence, or the two of us won't even be able to remain friends."

"Y-Yes, I'm willing to be friends with the Master..." Hearing this, Wan Hailian suddenly froze. "M-Master, y-you said the two of us are friends?!"

"What else? Do you think anyone would be willing to wake up this early just to listen to your nagging?" Yang Tang casually picked his ear with a finger. "If we were truly just in an employer-employee relationship, you could have just brought over a suitcase of cash, explained the situation, and if I felt I could handle it, I would take the money and get it done for you. If I couldn't handle it, showing you the door so I could go back to sleep would have been much better, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, yes, yes! L-Little Yang, you're right. It was me who overcomplicated things!" Instantly, Wan Hailian's aged face bloomed into a smile like a chrysanthemum. "Little Brother Yang, this older brother of yours will turn right around and help you deregister that new company."

"No need. Hearing you say that, Old Wan, suddenly I'm not in such a hurry anymore!" Yang Tang rubbed his chin. "By the way, what kind of company did you register for me? Is it trade and commerce, construction, or something else?"

"It's in entertainment. Didn't you rent a recording studio from Old Qian that day? I figured I might as well register an entertainment company for you. When the time comes for you to release a record or cut a disc, won't it be much less troublesome?"

"Old Wan, your idea isn't bad, but the company is still just an empty shell."

"Don't be like that, Little Brother. Just say the word, and I'll have the top vocal equipment from home and abroad shipped in for you to build a recording studio even more professional than Old Qian's company!" Wan Hailian once again began his subtle attempts to win Yang Tang over.

"Very well... but two things must be made clear first. Firstly, this company cannot be a wholly-owned subsidiary of Wanyang; it can at most be affiliated!" Yang Tang clearly already had his plans laid out.

Wan Hailian's face showed bitterness. "Little Brother, you can't be serious..."

"What do I can't be? Don't forget, out of three hundred million in old banknotes, I didn't take a single cent. Of course, you ran around a lot, and I know you've worked hard; otherwise, I wouldn't have agreed to meet you today, right?" Yang Tang analyzed methodically and unhurriedly. "Secondly, I can only hold the title of Technical Director in the new company. The legal representative cannot be me!"

"The legal representative can't be you? Then how should we do it?" Wan Hailian paused, a vague guess already forming in his mind.

Sure enough, Yang Tang continued, "When my maternal grandfather left the coal county in Chuanbei, my great-grandfather once stated that after he passed away, the family's mine would be divided equally among his three sons. In the end, after my great-grandfather passed away, my maternal grandfather didn't get a single shred of the family fortune. He was so angry he couldn't eat all year round and passed away within two years. From then on, my mother's family cut off all contact with my eldest and third granduncles. But in terms of blood relation, they are still my relatives. Old Wan, here is what you do: send people to the coal county to inquire about who is left among those two branches of my relatives. Then, find an adult relative who has been bedridden for a long time and preferably has some mental impairment. Register this new company under his name, have him press his fingerprint, and give me a full power of attorney to take charge of all the company's affairs!"

"Understood, I'll have people do it right away!" Back in the day, Wan Hailian had pulled plenty of similar unscrupulous stunts, so he wasn't the least bit surprised by Yang Tang's arrangement.

At this moment, the Bentley had driven up to the fountain plaza in front of the villa.

Yang Tang leisurely got out of the car, and Wan Hailian hurriedly followed him up the steps to the front door of the villa. "Little Brother, both villas given to you are exquisitely decorated—one in a Chinese style and the other in a European style. If you aren't satisfied, I can have the engineering team come right over to renovate or even completely redecorate them!"

"No rush, let me take a look first!" Yang Tang waved a hand, already coming to a halt at the front door, looking with a half-smile at the female attendant standing guard by the entrance.

Seeing this, Wan Hailian quickly reminded her, "Little Dou, why aren't you unlocking the door yet? From now on, this villa belongs to Little Brother Yang!"

Upon hearing this, the female attendant's expression shifted slightly. She immediately pressed four digits on the keypad lock and pushed the door open while introducing, "This keypad lock is the latest model and can be set with a six to eighteen-digit password. What I just entered was the four-digit factory default."

Yang Tang said noncommittally, "Fine, fine, fine. You go wait outside first; Old Wan and I have matters to discuss."

The female attendant, who had been wanting to step inside, had no choice but to obediently retreat outside.

Bringing two bodyguards into the house and having them guard the main entrance from within, Wan Hailian followed Yang Tang up to the second-floor terrace.

The terrace was at least twenty square meters in size. Standing by the railing and looking out, besides the stone pathways for vehicles nearby, there were lawns and sparse green trees. Half a mile away lay an artificial living-water lake, and on the other side of the lake were several low mountain ridges. It looked utterly secluded, greatly enhancing the environmental quality around the villa.

Yang Tang stretched his arms, took a few breaths of fresh air, and cut straight to the chase. "Alright, my affairs are pretty much settled now. Tell me about your problem, Old Wan!"

Wan Hailian, standing behind Yang Tang, looked somewhat troubled. "Well... how should I put this matter to you?!"

"Nonsense, with your mouth, of course!"

Wan Hailian was left somewhat crying and laughing at Yang Tang's banter. Finally, gritting his teeth and stamping his foot, he said, "I'll be honest with you, I have a goddaughter."

"What? What kind of daughter?"

"A goddaughter, an adopted daughter."

"I know she's your adopted daughter, but I find it strange. I heard you have a son and a daughter, right? Biological ones at that. Instead of asking me for help with their matters, you come to beg me for an adopted daughter—truly a novelty!"

"Those two unfilial wretches, Little Brother Yang, can you please not mention them?" Wan Hailian grew angry the moment anyone brought up his biological children. "Two dogs who don't even know to call and wish their old man a happy birthday. I raised them for over a dozen years in vain; they aren't even as obedient as an adopted daughter!"

"Hold on, stop right there! Spare me your family complaints, and get back to talking about your goddaughter!"

Realizing he had already said this much, Wan Hailian decided to lay his cards on the table. "My goddaughter's mother is actually my first love."

"Well, well, rekindling old flames, are we?" Yang Tang teased.

"Don't talk nonsense. Yan'er's parents have a very good relationship; I'm too busy blessing them to be rekindling anything!" Wan Hailian said earnestly.

"Then what is it about this goddaughter of yours, Yan'er, that I can help with?" Yang Tang asked.

"Yan'er has had a hard life. I only recently recognized her as my goddaughter and learned that her face was burned by gasoline. She's had several plastic surgeries, but the results are mediocre—she looks neither human nor ghost. So I wanted to ask you, Little Brother..."

"To restore her appearance?"

"Clap!" Wan Hailian slapped his hand down. "That's exactly what I mean! Little Brother, this matter is entirely up to..." Seeing that Yang Tang didn't respond, his heart instantly tightened.

Little did Wan Hailian know, Yang Tang was actually pondering the characteristics of the Immortal Sound Purification. He had discovered that Immortal Sound Purification not only restored a person's physical condition to what it was twelve years prior, but if they were too young, it wouldn't cause their physical condition to regress. For example, when he performed the Immortal Sound Purification on Tezuka in the ninth dream, Tezuka was only fifteen years old. If he had regressed by twelve years, wouldn't his physical condition have become that of a three-year-old child? But in reality, that wasn't the case at all.

Yang Tang even guessed that even if a twenty-five-year-old received the Immortal Sound Purification, their physical condition wouldn't regress to age thirteen. Therefore, Wan Hailian wanting him to help restore a face or something was practically effortless. It was just that the twelve-year rollback threshold of the Immortal Sound Purification—specifically what age limit it applied to—remained a thorn in Yang Tang's mind. Until he figured that out, he would always feel somewhat unsettled!

"Master..."

"Alright, Old Wan, didn't I tell you not to call me Master! I'll take care of your goddaughter's matter," Yang Tang said carefree. "It's just that I don't understand—aren't your own biological daughters better than this adopted goddaughter?"

"H-How should I put this..."

"Fine, fine, if it's hard to say, don't say it! By the way, how old is your goddaughter this year?"

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