Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

Wang Yuanli didn't ask Mi An what exactly happened last night, but simply smiled and said that he would handle everything.

Mi An didn't ask what the other person had done the night before. She simply took the money box and, for some reason, led more and more people away from the Jin Fu Building.

Even a fool could tell that this smiling landlord had been using them as pawns from the start to draw the attention of the Anvil Gang. He had gone to great lengths to feign poverty and weakness, and to conceal his true intentions.

But Mian really didn't want to provoke another force that could go up against the Steel Skull Cult, which was already being targeted by the Celestial Cult and the Steel Skull Cult, and could even wipe out a white gang in one night, when they were already being targeted by the Celestial Cult and the Steel Skull Cult.

As Wang Yuanli said, it wasn't easy for the Shengzhou people to settle down in this place. Even if Wang Yuanli was a scoundrel and a cunning businessman, at least he wasn't as lawless as those cults, and he provided a place to live for countless Shengzhou people who were discriminated against.

Even for the sake of the residents of Jinfu Building, Mi An was unwilling to argue with this person any further.

Moreover, Mian opened the box and counted the coins; there were a total of 28000 Eagle Dollars inside. After deducting the payments for the other three, there was still a full 10,000 Eagle Dollars left over.

Although the price was still cheap for someone risking their life, it was still some compensation. Leo and Sherry had no objections. Mian planned to let the matter drop, considering it as if she had done a good deed.

But speaking of which, who exactly is that guy?

Sitting in the tent in the Unyielding Park, Mian suddenly had this question.

"Ain, did you sense anything strange about Uncle Wang with glasses? Like those two bad guys."

Hearing this, Ai Yin, who was still holding the sketchbook she had taken from the Jinfu Building, tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said:

"No. That uncle didn't show any hostility towards the lord, and he seemed just as weak as the usual lord."

...Aren't they just ordinary people?

Based on how he fooled Org and the Steel-Skull Prophet last night, Mian really didn't think that his abstract cheat ability was a common thing in this world, so much so that he could run into someone just by walking a few steps.

If he is a powerful master who can completely conceal his aura, then it seems unreasonable for him to go to such great lengths for the Steel Skull Cult.

No, no, no, perhaps we shouldn't associate everything in this world with supernatural powers.

Mian realized he might be falling into a blind spot in his thinking. Even if the so-called hidden world existed, the surface world was still thriving. It wasn't impossible that while the hidden world was being suppressed, some mortal forces in the surface world could use its rules and power to contend with the esoteric sects.

"Sherry, can I borrow your phone again?"

Mian rushed into the tent next door, borrowed a phone from Shirley who was about to catch up on sleep and looked completely bewildered, and then began to quickly look up information about Wang Yuanli and the Wang family.

From land ownership to company composition, from historical evolution to family genealogy, the advantage of the information age is that even an ordinary person can dig out a lot of information as long as they master the right methods.

Countless pieces of information related to Wang Yuanli and the Dong Sheng Asian community on Mosha Street appeared before Mi An's eyes, and the more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

The Wang family immigrated to Oceania from the Old World with hundreds of millions of dollars in assets after the end of the first Cold War in the last century. Then, in just a few decades, these hundreds of millions of dollars in assets shrank rapidly under the exploitation of various taxes and funds in Oceania. By Wang Yuanli's generation, only a few buildings remained.

This is the first layer of the story. If you only see this much, then Wang Yuanli is just an unlucky victim of the systematic exploitation of immigrants in Oceania. He can only barely maintain his remaining assets under the harassment of thugs and the police—just as Wang Yuanli initially pretended.

However, further investigation into the individuals involved revealed that over the decades of immigration, those immigrants who came with the royal family to Shengzhou, those "servants" and "loyal dogs" of the royal family, rapidly established and operated several sizable companies, occupying absolutely high positions within them.

These companies appear to have no connection with the Wang family on the surface, but a closer look at the movement of their senior executives reveals that these seemingly unrelated companies are tightly connected by a large network.

The Wang family is at the heart of this vast network.

The Wang family used this method to minimize the loss of its assets, allowing it to maintain considerable economic strength in the 21st century.

A down-on-his-luck third-generation immigrant may not be able to fight against a cult, but a capitalist with assets of over 100 million may.

But these weren't the most crucial points; they were merely things Mian had already suspected. What truly terrified Mian was that half of the people in this royal network held religious affiliations.

And that religion is called—Celestialism.

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"Mr. Wang, you're only reporting Mian's whereabouts to the Order now. What if the Bishop blames you...?"

On Sandstone Street, in the basement of the Golden Fortune Building, a place never discovered by Mian and the Steel Skull Cult.

A crystal chandelier casts a soft glow onto the expensive leather sofas. The air is filled with the aroma of cigars and aged whiskey.

The bodyguard who had handed Mian the money box earlier now seemed somewhat uneasy.

He looked at Wang Yuanli, who was sitting in the single sofa opposite him, leisurely pouring himself a second glass of amber-colored liquor, and couldn't help but speak, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"Sir, looking at the damage to the building, that Mian is definitely no ordinary person. If we let him go this time, who knows how much trouble he'll cause the Order."

Wang Yuanli stopped pouring the wine, glanced at the bodyguard, and his calm gaze made the bodyguard swallow back what he was about to say.

Just when the bodyguard thought Wang Yuanli was about to lose his temper, he stood up, picked up the bottle, and walked naturally to the bodyguard. He didn't act like a boss at all and personally filled the bodyguard's empty glass with fine whiskey.

"What's there to be afraid of? Mount Tai."

Wang Yuanli spoke with a heavy Dong Shengzhou accent, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting casually.

"You're my sworn brother, someone I grew up with. I've never seen you so panicked when the old man was still alive. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Wang Yuanli patted Taishan's muscles, which seemed as real as a mountain, and slowly said:

"Remember? We just helped the Celestial Church suppress the Steel Skull Cult and protect the Golden Fortune Building, a vital piece of church property. We did something truly meritorious, so why are we being punished by the Celestial Church?"