I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Qinglan Peak is located on the west side of the main peak.

The Fifth Elder Su Chenyuan's dojo is located outside a natural cave halfway up the mountain. The cave has been expanded into a three-courtyard complex with a spiritual wood wall. In the courtyard grows a century-old pine tree with fine spiritual dew hanging on its needles.

After the meeting, Su Chenyuan did not go to the Elders' Council Hall to chat with his colleagues, but went straight back to the Dojo.

He sat in the Tianyuan Hall on the main peak for an hour. The chair under his buttocks was so hard it hurt his bones, but what he kept thinking about was not the chair, but the young man at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

150 million.

The number went through his mind.

He had lived for over three hundred years, experienced the change of six sect leaders of the Qingyun Sect, and witnessed the rise and fall of countless talented disciples. This was the first time he had seen a Qi Refining stage disciple become an inner disciple and even serve as a middle-level member of the sect.

It even increased the sect's monthly income by 150 million, which is incredible.

He pushed open the gate of the temple and saw Su Qingwan.

She sat at a stone table in the courtyard, with a pot of spiritual tea and an object wrapped in a spiritual cloth, about three feet tall, in front of her.

"Great-grandfather."

Su Qingwan stood up and bowed.

Su Chenyuan glanced at her, then at the spiritual cloth package.

"How long have you been waiting?"

"Half an hour."

"Let's go inside and talk."

A single, ever-burning lamp cast a soft light in the main hall. Su Chenyuan sat down in the main seat, accepted the hot tea offered by Su Qingwan, and took a sip.

"What is it?"

Without saying a word, Su Qingwan bent down and untied the spirit cloth.

The three-foot-tall spirit wood cabinet was revealed, with three bronze wheels on the front, a transparent spirit crystal panel, and a lever on the right side.

Su Chenyuan frowned slightly.

"What is this?"

"Great-Grandpa, please look."

Su Qingwan took out a spirit coin from her storage bag at her waist and inserted it into the coin slot at the top.

Ding.

With a crisp sound, the lever was pushed and pulled.

Three wheels spun on the mirror screen, their ticking sounds particularly clear in the quiet hall. The first wheel stopped—elixir; the second—elixir; the third—elixir.

Five spirit coins were dispensed from the coin slot.

"One more, please."

Su Qingwan handed over another one. He put it in and pulled the lever.

Spiritual fruit, spiritual fruit, spiritual elixir.

I didn't win.

The third item. A gold ingot, a spirit sword, and a spirit fruit.

I didn't win.

Su Chenyuan released the lever, took a step back, walked half a circle around the transfer machine, squatted down to look at the array patterns on the base, and then stood up and tapped the spirit wood shell.

"explain."

Su Qingwan explained the operating principle, profit model, deployment plan, and profit-sharing scheme with Zheng Yifei for the transfer machine, one by one.

Her way of speaking is different from Zheng Yifei's.

Zheng Yifei simplifies complex things, while she clarifies simple things—every number has a source, and every inference comes with a premise.

Su Chenyuan didn't interrupt the whole process, holding the teacup in his hand without taking a single sip.

Su Qingwan finished speaking and waited quietly.

Only the humming of the spirit lamp remained in the hall.

Su Chenyuan finally took a sip of tea and put down the bowl.

"You said one machine can make a net profit of thirty spirit coins a day."

"Conservatively estimated, a single unit in a popular location could generate over fifty units per day."

"Fifty pieces, one set."

Su Chenyuan tapped his fingers twice on the table: "One hundred units is five thousand coins, five hundred units is twenty-five thousand coins, which is equivalent to two hundred and fifty spirit stones. That's seven thousand five hundred coins a month."

He paused for a moment.

"The entire clan covers ten jurisdictions. According to your coverage plan, what will be the final deployment volume?"

"The first phase will use 1,000 units, covering three core markets. Once fully rolled out, there will be at least 100,000 units."

Su Chenyuan stopped tapping his fingers.

One hundred thousand units.

One hundred thousand units, each unit earns thirty spirit coins per day, totaling three million spirit coins per day, equivalent to thirty thousand spirit stones, and nine hundred thousand spirit stones per month.

Passive monthly income of 900,000 spirit stones.

The combined monthly profit of all the businesses owned by the Su family is just over 120,000 spirit stones.

One transshipment project is equivalent to most of the Su family's business empire.

Moreover, this thing doesn't need a dealer, a shopkeeper, or anyone to watch over it. Just put it there and it will keep consuming spirit coins.

"This thing..."

Su Chenyuan lowered his voice by half an octave: "Did he design that?"

"He determined everything: the blueprints, the probability algorithm, and the profit-sharing model."

Su Chenyuan remained silent for a while.

Today, in the Tianyuan Hall, he watched the young man at the ninth level of Qi Refining stand before nine Golden Core elders, reporting his work and offering suggestions with neither arrogance nor servility. His assessment at the time was summed up in four words—bold yet meticulous.

Now it needs to be changed to eight characters.

Bold yet meticulous, unfathomable depths.

"Wan'er."

"Great-grandfather."

"How long have you been working with him?"

"It has been more than four months since the new tax law was implemented."

How does he treat you?

Su Qingwan was taken aback, not expecting the topic to suddenly veer in this direction.

"We handled the matter strictly according to the rules and regulations, without overstepping any boundaries."

She paused for a moment: "He treats all his subordinates equally, and he has a very good grasp of the appropriate boundaries."

Su Chenyuan nodded, picked up the teacup, and took another sip.

"Today at Tianyuan Hall, the sect leader gave him a top-grade Foundation Establishment Pill."

Su Qingwan's eyes flickered.

A top-grade Foundation Establishment Pill. She knew how rare this thing was; only a few pills were produced at Pill Peak each year, and even the most outstanding inner disciples would fight tooth and nail to get one. The sect leader had simply given him one as a gift.

"The sect leader values ​​him highly."

Su Chenyuan put down his teacup, his gaze falling on Su Qingwan's face, and said slowly.

"Wan'er, how old are you this year?"

"Twenty-six."

"At the early stage of Foundation Establishment, at twenty-six years old, you're considered outstanding among your peers in the Su family. But you know in your heart that whether the next generation of the Su family can produce someone at the late stage of Golden Core is still uncertain."

Su Qingwan did not refute it. It was true; breaking through to the Golden Core stage not only required excellent aptitude but also a massive amount of resources. In her Su family's hundreds of years of history, only her great-grandfather had achieved the Golden Core stage.

"Zheng Yifei, this person..."

Su Chenyuan spoke as if he were savoring tea, unhurried. "Five spiritual roots, cultivation aptitude is at the bottom of the entire Qingyun Sect. But think about it carefully—a cultivator with five spiritual roots, in less than half a year since joining the sect, went from being penniless to becoming the chief inspector, holding the entire sect's tax revenue in his hands, and now he has created this opportunity to turn his life around, and the newspaper is also on the agenda."

He paused for a moment.

"For someone like this, cultivation is only a matter of time. Just throw spirit stones at him, and Foundation Establishment or Golden Core will be within his grasp sooner or later. What's truly valuable isn't his cultivation level, but his intellect."

Su Qingwan's breathing softened slightly.

"What Great-Grandpa meant was..."

"You should get closer to him."

Su Chenyuan's words were restrained, but his meaning was unrestrained: "Tie us up if you can, the tighter the better. If it's suitable, becoming Daoist partners isn't out of the question."

Su Qingwan's face flushed.

It spreads upwards from the base of the neck, very quickly.

She was a cultivator, and the circulation of spiritual energy within her body could suppress the engorgement of blood vessels in her face, but she did not suppress it at this moment.

"Great-grandfather, he's only at the ninth level of Qi Refining."

"You think his cultivation level is too low?"

"It's not that I dislike it..."

Su Qingwan shifted her gaze slightly away, landing on the transfer machine: "I hadn't considered that direction."

Su Chenyuan chuckled, the kind of laugh that comes from someone who has lived for three hundred years and seen through too many things.

"A person at the ninth level of Qi Refining can receive a top-grade Foundation Establishment Pill personally bestowed by the sect leader, and have a Golden Core Hall Master willingly run errands for him. How long do you think he can stay at the ninth level of Qi Refining?"

Su Qingwan did not answer.

She remembered a few things.

The first time I met Zheng Yifei was at a meeting in the Inspectorate. Ten Foundation Establishment cultivators were sitting below, while he, a Qi Refining Level 8 cultivator, stood above them, speaking in a flat tone as if reciting a menu.

The first time he handed her the bonus spirit stones, he said "Thank you for your hard work," exactly the same thing he said to the other team leaders, without a single extra word.

The last time I showed her the fortune-changing machine in the office, she said, "The Su family can be the exclusive agent for all products." He nodded on the spot, negotiated the terms on the spot, and closed the deal on the spot, as decisively as closing one door and opening another.

She recalled the look in his eyes when he discussed projects—not the look of someone looking at a business partner, but the look of someone looking at a chessboard.

Calm, precise, and devoid of unnecessary emotion.

"Let me think about it some more."

Su Qingwan wrapped the transfer machine again with the spirit cloth and stood up.

Su Chenyuan did not ask any further questions.

He'd said what needed to be said, and whether he urged her or not, the result would be the same. He knew his great-granddaughter's personality; she'd say she'd think about it, but she was already thinking about it in her heart.