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Li Mu hung up the phone, threw it on the sofa, leaned back, and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

Wang Qingyu was a woman who was more persistent than he had imagined.

He thought he had made himself clear enough—there would be no cooperation, so don't even think about it.

But they called back, their tone even more determined than before.

"Either offer me a condition you can't refuse, or give me a good reason."

Li Mu repeated what Wang Qingyu had said on the phone and couldn't help but chuckle.

Is this woman a negotiator? She speaks with such eloquence.

It's not that he doesn't want to make money.

Ten million is a lot, but if you just sit around and do nothing, it will eventually run out.

The market Wang Qingyu mentioned is indeed frighteningly large—the nationwide practice of ancestor worship is an essential need. If this business can be successfully established, the profits would be unimaginable for ordinary people.

The problem is, this business can't be done.

The City God's eyes were still fixed on him.

Li Mu recalled the dream from that night, the overwhelming sense of oppression in the City God's Hall, and the cold, icy gazes of the underworld officials on either side.

This is not a discussion, it's a warning.

The City God has already made his point very clear.

If he dared to partner with Wang Qingyu to carry out some kind of large-scale worship, sending mountains of gold and silver to the underworld in batches, the City God probably wouldn't just visit him in a dream and chat with him.

Even if the quantity is controlled, there are still too many people; if he really knew that he could burn the offerings for his ancestors with 100% certainty, I don't know how many people would rush to his door to ask him for help!

Li Mu sighed and picked up his phone to take another look.

A message from Wang Qingyu: Tomorrow at 3 PM, the usual place, Time Cafe.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then typed a single word: Okay.

The message was sent, and the other party replied instantly: Okay, see you there.

Li Mu held his phone to his chest and closed his eyes.

Fine, I'll go see her. I'll make things clear and give her the final word.

……

the next day!

It was the same table by the window, and Wang Qingyu was already sitting there.

There were two cups of coffee on the table, an Americano and a latte. The Americano was placed in front of Li Mu's usual seat, obviously ordered in advance for him.

Li Mu walked over, sat down, and took a sip of his Americano.

"Miss Wang, you came prepared."

"I can't meet you without preparation." Wang Qingyu put down her cup, looked into Li Mu's eyes, and said, "You're such a difficult person."

Li Mu smiled but didn't reply.

Wang Qingyu didn't beat around the bush; she took a document out of her bag and pushed it in front of Li Mu.

"This is the plan I made last night, take a look."

Li Mu glanced down at it but didn't reach out to take it.

"Miss Wang, I've already said—"

"You take a look first," Wang Qingyu interrupted him, her tone leaving no room for refusal. "You can talk after you've finished reading."

Li Mu was silent for two seconds, then reached out and picked up the document, turning to the first page.

The plan is written in great detail.

Starting with market analysis, the report lists the size of the nationwide worship market, user pain points, and the shortcomings of existing solutions.

The data is detailed and the logic is clear; it's obvious that professionals put a lot of effort into it.

The second page describes the cooperation model. Wang Qingyu proposes to establish a new company that specializes in providing "100% effective worship" services.

Li Mu contributed his technology as equity and was responsible for the core worship process; the Wang family was responsible for all operational matters, including funding, venue, personnel, and promotion.

The third page shows the profit distribution. Li Mu takes 60%, and the Wang family takes 40%.

When Li Mu saw this number, his eyelids twitched.

60%.

Wang Qingyu has given up most of the profits, but normally, 60% of the profits are actually not enough.

After all, the key to effectively worshipping one's ancestors lies in the method of worship, not in any particular reason of the royal family!

He looked up at Wang Qingyu, who was holding a coffee cup, her expression calm, waiting for his reaction.

Li Mu didn't rush to speak, and continued scrolling down.

The following content details the specific implementation plan—how to train personnel, how to standardize processes, how to price, how to promote, how to deal with potential problems… nothing is too small, everything is written clearly.

This plan was not hastily put together.

Wang Qingyu was probably already preparing before she even first approached him for a talk.

Li Mu closed the file and put it back on the desktop.

"Have you finished watching?" Wang Qingyu asked.

"I've finished watching it."

"How is it?"

Li Mu leaned back in his chair and remained silent for a moment.

"Ms. Wang, I must admit that your proposal is excellent. The market analysis is thorough, the business model is clear, and the profit distribution is very generous."

Wang Qingyu's lips curled up slightly, but before she could even feel happy, Li Mu's next words froze her smile.

"But I still can't agree."

"Why?" Wang Qingyu put down her coffee cup, her voice rising a few decibels. "You don't even want 60% of the profits? Li Mu, do you know how big this market is? If this really takes off, your net worth could surpass that of the Wang family in the future."

Li Mu remained silent.

Wang Qingyu took a deep breath and suppressed her emotions.

"Li Mu, let me tell you again. If you don't enter this market, someone else will eventually. When they make a fortune, you'll regret it."

"No one else can do it," Li Mu said calmly.

Wang Qingyu was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, the methods I use are things that others can't learn. Even if they try to copy them, it won't work." Li Mu picked up his coffee and took a sip. "So, in this market, only I can do it. If I don't do it, no one else can."

Wang Qingyu opened her mouth, wanting to say something in rebuttal, but swallowed the words back.

She recalled her previous experience of having someone copy her rituals exactly—the petition was written exactly the same, the seal was affixed exactly, the process was exactly the same, but nothing happened.

Li Mu is right, others really can't do it.

Wang Qingyu leaned back in her chair and remained silent for a long while.

"Li Mu, give me a reason," Wang Qingyu finally said, her voice much lower than before. "A reason that can make me give up. If what you say makes sense, I promise I'll never mention this again."

Li Mu looked at her without saying a word.

Wang Qingyu looked at him with a firm gaze, showing no intention of backing down.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds before Li Mu looked away.

He picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, put it down, and then slowly began to speak.

"Miss Wang, have you ever thought about this question—what kind of place is Yangxia?"

Li Mu's question immediately caught Wang Qingyu off guard!