Chapter 239
Despite the Northern Commerce Association being the absolute kingpin north of the Yangtze River, due to Huaxia’s unique political system and complex relational backgrounds, this organization, which initially had the dual nature of resisting the Japanese and banditry, gradually underwent transformations. However, the process was relatively difficult. How could a bunch of people with a bandit background grasp the concept of managing a gang? It was not bad enough that they didn’t drag their brothers out to loot and plunder, but to expect them to turn the association into a huge organization with strict discipline? Don’t even think about it!
Thus, with intermittent changes, splits, and unifications, it was not until the fourth-generation chairman, Jia Dafang, came along that the association underwent a fundamental and spirited change. This scion of a once wealthy but now declined family possessed an exceptional intellect and willpower. Although his family was ruined and seemingly worthless after being battered by political campaigns, it also provided this young man with a Jia surname an enormous invisible fortune. When he joined the organization by a twist of fate, he immediately recognized the immense potential and boundless value it contained. Consequently, Jia Dafang, Old Mr. Jia, began his ascent to power with an extraordinary perseverance that few could match. No one could understand the hardships endured by this man who stood out from the very bottom, nor did they want to understand. People were accustomed to seeing someone’s brilliance while ignoring the darkness that lay behind. Having successfully taken the position of the fourth chairman, Master Jia began the transformation of the association. Mining in Shanxi, forestry in the northeast, cotton in the northwest, grasslands in Inner Mongolia— his bold moves involved tens or even hundreds of millions, and with Jia Dafang’s strategies, a massive business empire was slowly taking shape.
Yet despite all this, ordinary people’s lives remained so unfamiliar with the name of the Northern Commerce Association, and even if the older generation had heard of it, they would assume that the group, initially composed of a bunch of bandits, must have disappeared into the annals of history. However, the reality was far different.
"Did he send those people?"
"I checked, it was him. Dog King Luo Liang."
A beautiful, secluded villa stood tall under the expanse of the sky, with the moon appearing extraordinarily bright in the night. Atop the Baroque-style building hung a full moon, resembling an ancient castle from the Middle Ages.
Liu Liyue took one last glance at the moon and uttered involuntarily, "Is it almost the fifteenth?"
The carefree young man, twirling a gun in his hand, nodded and asked, "Won’t you go back home? Grandpa has sent people to urge you several times already."