I Cultivate in a Government Office

The Communication Array connected, and Wang Yanzhi’s voice came through. "Director Yang, how did it go? You won, right?"

Yang Wenqing walked to a quieter corner of the private box. Looking down at the stadium, still roaring with celebration, he retorted, "Did you pull some strings?"

An undisguised chuckle came from Wang Yanzhi on the other end of the line, followed by a matter-of-fact tone. "Hey, Director Yang, how can you call that pulling strings? I was just ensuring a fair game!"

"Since Lingshan County made it to the final stage, I couldn’t let them lose. Even if it wasn’t a perfect win, we had to win. This isn’t just about the team; it’s about the future momentum of Lingshan County’s development."

Yang Wenqing frowned slightly but didn’t argue further.

He was well aware of Wang Yanzhi’s methods. To achieve his goals, minor procedural adjustments were never an issue in his eyes. As long as he didn’t cross any real lines, Wang Yanzhi masterfully employed these gray-area tactics—and only he could get away with them, because he was Wang Yanzhi.

Their three years of cooperation had been mostly smooth. Wang Yanzhi handled the economy and coordinated with higher-ups, and he deserved a great deal of credit for Lingshan County’s rapid development.

Sensing a hint of disapproval in Yang Wenqing’s silence, Wang Yanzhi changed the subject. He stopped talking about the game and instead wished him a smooth holiday, telling him to relax and enjoy the sights of the Provincial Capital.

His tone was warm. "Also, remember what I told you last time? My cousin, Wang Yufei, just turned twenty this year. She’s cultured and sensible, studying music and painting at a college in the Provincial Capital."

"I’ve already asked her to arrange accommodations for you there. Isn’t your brother going to the Provincial Capital with you? It’s a good opportunity for the two of them to meet."

Ever since Yang Wenqing had officially joined the Xuanyue Lineage, his status and potential influence in Donghai Province had been growing daily. Although the Wang family was powerful, they were ultimately a secular family. An alliance with a rising cultivator family like the Yang family was a surefire gain.

They might not have had a woman of suitable age and stature to propose a marriage to Yang Wenqing directly. After all, with his momentum, he was bound for the Entry Stage, which meant a lifespan of several hundred years. Therefore, Yang Wenqing’s younger brother, Yang Wenjian, and his sister, Yang Wenning, became excellent targets for a marriage alliance.

This was especially true for Yang Wenjian. He had successfully broken through to the Qi Cultivation Stage, officially crossing the threshold of cultivation. Although his progress afterward wasn’t particularly fast, a lifespan of over a hundred years was already guaranteed.

The Yang family’s parents, and even Yang Wenqing himself, had indeed been considering finding a suitable match for his brother over the past two years—one that could both help his brother and solidify the family’s connections. Wang Yanzhi’s cousin was from the direct line of the Wang family, well-educated, and seemed to have a good temperament. She was certainly a candidate worth considering.

Yang Wenqing had already planned to take Yang Wenjian with him to the Provincial Capital for his vacation. On one hand, he wanted his brother to broaden his horizons; on the other, he hoped for him to get acquainted with the social circles there.

Wang Yanzhi had brought this up two months ago. After discussing it with his master, Yang Wenqing had decided to let them meet and see how things went.

"I wouldn’t want to impose."

"Impose? There’s no need for such formalities between us."

The two exchanged more pleasantries before finally ending the communication.

Yang Wenqing walked back to the railing. The celebrations below were winding down, and the audience had begun to leave. Lan Ying flew down and landed on his outstretched arm.

"More matchmaking?" Lan Ying asked in his Spirit Sea. "For your brother?"

"Mhm." Yang Wenqing nodded lightly.

"I hope she has a good temper. I can’t have her coming to our house and fighting me for all the good food," Lan Ying muttered, already worrying about her status in the household. Over the past three years, her parents had visited her occasionally to teach her a few things, infusing her innocence with a strange cunning.

Yang Wenqing chuckled, his gaze drifting out the window. It swept past the still-bustling arena, and it was as if he could see a panorama of Lingshan County’s vigorous development over the past three years.

Ever since the two core projects—the Port District and the Strategic Warehouse District—were completed and put into operation, Lingshan County’s status had been firmly secured. The strategic warehouses, linked with the military port in Qianjiao County, formed a solid line of logistical support and deterrence in this sea region, effectively responding to the increasingly tense maritime situation.

The Port District, in particular, had become the most important hub for material distribution and trade in southern Coral Island, handling a massive volume of goods entering and exiting the island daily. Along with the Coral Mine District, which continuously produced high-quality Energy Stones, it formed the twin pillars supporting Lingshan County’s economy, generating a steady stream of tax revenue and jobs.

Under Wang Yanzhi’s iron-fisted push, development plans to the south and west also proceeded smoothly. Three new town-level settlements had already taken shape, attracting a large population and significant investment. Agriculture, forestry, fishing, animal husbandry, and specialized processing industries gradually emerged, providing Lingshan County with a broader economic hinterland and strategic depth.

Today, Lingshan County had become an economic powerhouse and a strategic location that neither Coral City nor even Donghai Province could ignore. Wang Yanzhi’s influence in the city grew daily thanks to these achievements. Meanwhile, amidst this stable and rapid development, Yang Wenqing steadily accumulated merits and polished his Cultivation, waiting for the right moment to advance to a higher stage.

"Let’s go, Lan Ying." Yang Wenqing turned and walked toward the door of the private box.

"Alrighty!" Lan Ying hopped onto Yang Wenqing’s shoulder and stood there properly.

They exited the bustling VIP area of the arena and arrived at a private elevator platform, where Yang Zhong was already waiting with Yang Wenqing’s personal Flying Shuttle.

The cabin door slid open. Lan Ying couldn’t wait and flew inside first, landing on a small, exclusive seat cushioned with soft Spirit Grass. She gave it a contented nuzzle.