I run a casino in the immortal realm.

The next morning, when Su Qingwan found Zhang Biao, the big guy was squatting in the backyard of Zhao Wenyuan's restaurant, eating a spirit rice bun.

"Zhang Biao, the shop deal is settled."

With half a steamed bun stuffed in his mouth, Zhang Biao mumbled, "Miss Su, what shop?"

"Datong Gambling House is an asset under the Iron Fist Sect. My father has already spoken to the third branch of the family. This afternoon, the Su family sent people to take back the operating rights. The storefront, tables, chairs, and formations are all ready-made and can be used with a little modification."

Zhang Biao swallowed the steamed bun and stood there stunned for a moment.

"A ready-made gambling den?"

"560 square feet, two-story building, prime location on the main street of the market. Iron Fist Gang has been operating here for over ten years, and they know all the tricks of the trade from the old gamblers."

Zhang Biao stood up, walked around the yard, and slapped his thigh.

"That's great! I thought we'd have to start from scratch with a bare-bones apartment."

Su Qingwan ignored his sentiments, took out a teleportation talisman from her storage bag, wrote a few lines on the talisman, and with a burst of spiritual power, the talisman turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

Qingyun Sect, Inspectorate.

Zheng Yifei was reviewing the summary of merchant registrations in the jurisdictions of each group leader when a teleportation talisman fell onto the table. He unfolded it and looked through it.

"Datong Gambling House, 560 square feet, ready-made."

His lips twitched slightly.

The Su family did a brilliant job.

Reclaiming an established gambling den saves at least two months of time and several thousand spirit stones in renovation costs compared to building a new one from scratch.

Moreover, Datong Casino has been operating for over a decade and has a stable customer base in Sujiafang Market. After the signboard is changed, not all of these old gamblers will leave; at least half will remain.

He picked up a pen and wrote four words on the reply symbol: "Tell Zhao Wenyuan to speed up the reform."

After sending the message, he continued to bury himself in official business. He left the gambling den to Zhao Wenyuan and Zhang Biao; he couldn't manage that far. The Inspectorate had just been established, and there were too many things to handle. He didn't even have time to cultivate.

In Sujiafang City, Su Qingwan finished handling the handover procedures for Datong Gambling House and did not linger.

She changed into casual clothes, took a subordinate at the ninth level of Qi Refining with her, summoned her flying sword, and flew south.

Destination – Heishanfang City.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the flying sword pierced through the low clouds, and the outline of Black Mountain Market came into view.

It was a market town with only tens of thousands of people, several levels below Sujiafang, but it was still quite prosperous.

Su Qingwan landed outside the north gate of the market and sheathed her flying sword.

The two guards at the fifth level of Qi Refining saw a Foundation Establishment cultivator fly down from the sky, and their legs went weak, almost causing them to kneel down.

"A distinguished guest of the Su family?"

"Su Qingwan, head of the third district inspection team of the Qingyun Sect Tax Bureau, please inform the three family heads of your ward to meet in the ward council hall immediately."

She handed over a bronze token.

Fang Ding took it, glanced at the words "Tax Inspector," and without saying a word, ran away.

The council hall of Heishan Ward is located in the very center of the ward.

It's an office set up here by the Su family; it's actually for collecting taxes.

The Qingyun Sect employs a lax management style. Apart from taxes, everything else is managed by the family itself. Heishan Market is just one of the many markets owned by the Su family.

The three family heads arrived very quickly.

Zhao Dechang, the head of the Zhao family, is at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He is the largest owner of spiritual fields in Black Mountain Market and the actual person in charge of the market. He is in his early fifties, with a square face and deep-set eyes. He sits in the first position on the left, with his back very straight.

Liu Chongshan, the head of the Liu family, was a Qi Refining Stage 9 cultivator in his forties. He was tall and thin and sat opposite Zhao Dechang with a respectful expression.

Wang Houde, the head of the Wang family, was at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He was in his fifties, the shortest and fattest among them, and was sitting with Liu Chongshan, sweat beading on his forehead.

Su Qingwan sat at the head of the table, drinking tea.

The subordinate spread out the documents from the General Affairs Office and explained the core contents of the new tax law page by page—simplified accounting, invoice system, and hierarchical management of merchants.

The three family heads listened attentively, and none of them dared to interrupt.

After finishing her explanation of the tax law, Su Qingwan handed the documents to Zhao Dechang for signature, and then changed the subject.

"There's one more thing, not official business, that I wanted to tell you."

All three of them looked over at the same time.

"A great figure has emerged from the Zheng family in your market."

Zhao Dechang raised an eyebrow.

The Zheng family? Which tenant family?

"Zheng Yifei, Qi Refining Level 8, joined the Qingyun Sect three months ago and has now been promoted to Inner Disciple, concurrently serving as Chief Inspector of the Tax Bureau. He was personally promoted by Jin Zhengyuan, the Golden Core Hall Master of the General Affairs Hall, and has ten Foundation Establishment stage inspector team leaders under his command, one of whom is me."

The council chamber was silent for three breaths.

Liu Chongshan's mouth opened, closed, and opened again.

Wang Houde's hand trembled, and half a bowl of water spilled from the teacup, scalding his thigh without him uttering a sound.

Zhao Dechang sat there, the color gradually fading from his face.

He didn't know Zheng Yifei.

But he knew that the Zheng family were his tenants, and they were all poor.

It's unbelievable that such a poor family has produced such a big shot.

Inspector General of the Inspectorate.

To manage the taxes of all merchants in the clan.

Black Mountain Market is a vassal of the Su family, which in turn is a large family under the jurisdiction of the Qingyun Sect. Among the people under Zheng Yifei's control is Zhao Dechang.

A chill ran down Zhao Dechang's back.

"Team Leader Su..."

His voice was half a octave lower than before: "I know the Zheng family's address. I'll send someone to invite Zheng Dashan over right now."

Su Qingwan nodded without saying anything more.

This is exactly the effect she wanted.

Without her having to ask for anything, the three family heads would do what they were supposed to do themselves.

Human nature doesn't need to be taught; once the stakes are clear, everyone understands.

After an incense stick had burned, Zheng Dashan was taken to the council hall by the Zhao family's carriage.

The farmer, in his early thirties, with dark skin and rough hands, stood at the entrance of the council hall, looking uneasy, wearing a fairly clean gray cloth robe.

He had been to this place a few times before, always to pay rent. He would bow his head as he entered and bow his head again as he left, never raising his face.

Today was different. Zhao Dechang personally stood up to greet him at the door, his face beaming with smiles.

"Brother Dashan, please come in, please come in."

Zheng Dashan was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Dechang is usually a high-ranking figure whom these tenant farmers would never even get to see. Now he's calling him brother. What's going on?

"The Zhao... Patriarch Zhao?"

Su Qingwan stood in the hall and nodded to Zheng Dashan: "Uncle Zheng, I am Su Qingwan, the head of the tax inspection team of Qingyun Sect, and Yifei's colleague. He asked me to bring you a letter and some spirit stones."

Zheng Dashan's fingers trembled as he took the envelope.

He pulled out the letter and read it word by word, his body trembling. His son had actually succeeded in gaining admission to the Qingyun Sect!

Su Qingwan waited quietly to the side.

Zheng Dashan read the letter three times, folded it neatly, and tucked it into his pocket. He took a breath and wiped his face with his sleeve.

"Team Leader Su, Yifei... he really became a disciple of the sect?"

"Not just sect disciples,"

Su Qingwan's tone was calm but clear, "He is already an inner disciple and the chief inspector of the tax office, personally appointed by the Golden Core Hall Master. He has ten Foundation Establishment cultivators under his command and is provided with his own office building and storage bag. I am his subordinate."

Zheng Dashan's legs went weak, and he grabbed the bench next to him for support.

Zhao Dechang stepped forward at the opportune moment.

"Brother Dashan, you've made something of yourself! Our Heishan Market is so proud!"

He rubbed his hands together, his tone fervent, "My Zhao family will make a decision today—that 200 mu of spiritual land east of Zhengjia Village will be allocated to the Zheng family as private property. The land deed will be written today and delivered to Zhengjia Village shortly."

Zheng Dashan's body stiffened.

Two hundred acres of spiritual fields.

In Heishan Ward, spiritual fields are the most precious resource. Ordinary tenant farmers have to contribute the labor of their entire family to rent one acre, while "private property" means that it is owned for generations, without paying rent, and all the produce belongs to the family.

The market value of two hundred acres of privately owned spiritual land is at least 30,000 spirit stones.

Liu Chongshan then spoke up: "The Liu family will contribute five hundred spirit stones to rebuild the Zheng family's house. The old house is too small and does not match the appearance of the Inspector's family."

Wang Houde slapped his thigh: "The Wang family will also contribute 500! I'll arrange the materials and labor, and I guarantee it will be completed within half a month!"

Zheng Dashan stood there, speechless for a long time.

Su Qingwan took five hundred spirit stones out of her storage bag and placed them in front of Zheng Dashan.

"Uncle Zheng, Yifei is doing well in the sect, so you don't need to worry. He's too busy right now, but he'll come back to visit you in a while."

Zheng Dashan nodded, his eyes red-rimmed, his lips moved twice, and finally he could only manage to utter, "That's great."