The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

In terms of perspective when considering issues, Punk cannot indeed compare with Andes and has much to learn. However, conversely, he also possesses his own advantage, that is the ability to read expressions and assess situations learned during horse training.

Getting off the car at the hotel entrance, Luo Yan looked at the snow melting on the doorstep, considering that it was about time, then opened his mouth to speak.

"I need you to do the second thing now, which is to acquire a newspaper at the port of Thunder City and recruit a few retired personnel who used to work in a bank as editors... even security guards, as long as they have acquaintances at their former workplaces."

Thunder City already has newspapers, and it might be one of the first in this world, but it does not have the animated newspaper like Demon City, nor is it as popular as in Demon City.

After all, Demon City is the territory of demons, where moral decay is rampant, unlike the lands ruled by Saint Sis, where people pursue sacredness and orthodoxy, causing the newspaper to become boring over time, and thus slowly die out in the river of time.

Of course, it could also be deliberate by the nobles of Aus Continent to let it die, after all, it was a legacy from the Isaac Dynasty.

The overwhelming force left them with too deep an impression, which they have only slowly forgotten in recent centuries.

"Alright, sir." Punk earnestly noted Mr. Colin's instructions and took the coat from his hands.

Luo Yan did not say much to him, but returned to his room while the hotel's guests hadn't noticed him.

Tomorrow is the day to depart for Silver Pine Town.

Originally, Erin invited him to stay a night at the Andes Family estate, so they could set out together the next morning; however, he had some instructions to give to those below him, using the excuse of being unaccustomed to sleeping in a strange bed to return, changing the plan to meet at the Andes Family estate earlier tomorrow.

When he arrived upstairs, the Brotherhood's Godfather Jack was waiting at his door.

Seeing Lord Demon King, Jack nodded respectfully and said.

"Honored... my lord."

"Come in and speak."

Luo Yan nodded towards him, then opened the door, taking him into the room while casually chanting a spell for soundproof magic.

Sarah stood at the door.

Jack cleared his throat and continued speaking.

"As per your instructions, I have sold all 200,000 shares acquired at the auction at an average price of 11.7 gold coins."

Compared with Colin Mining's current stock price, this was undoubtedly selling cheaply, especially since a purchase order for 13 gold coins was already completed tonight.

However, Jack did not feel a loss.

After all, his cost was only 7 gold coins, so it turned out doubling the investment, changing 1.4 million gold coins to 2.34 million!

Honestly, even though he knows that worldly money means nothing to Lord Demon King, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

This is faster than robbery!

No —

This is robbery!

And it's legal and reasonable; everyone willingly complied.

"Very good."

Watching Jack execute the instructions as given, Luo Yan nodded approvingly and continued speaking.

"All the money earned is your reward. Now I want you to do the second thing, find a few trustworthy Brotherhood core members, trade stocks at the entrance of those designated tea shops, and pick up the chips you previously tossed out, turning those places into your 'territory'."

The trading market preceded the emergence of exchanges, and now this market has been established.

Attracted by funds, a mix of all kinds of people will soon set their sights on this piece of cake, and it's impossible to maintain order with just a few clerks, so this will be the time for the Brotherhood's 'men of the streets' to act.

This is nothing new.

Although there is no precedent in the Otherworld, countless times this has happened on Earth, and historically, organizations that can accomplish such tasks are strong organizations, known as gangs.

One of the most famous is probably Wall Street; before the New York Stock Exchange was established, when most people were trading stocks in cafes under sycamore trees, the Ireland Gang could be seen maintaining order, and even the first chairman of the Securities Commission, Old Kennedy, was a member of 'underworld forces.'

As for wearing a suit and tying a tie, that came later.

Listening to Your Majesty's instructions, Jack froze slightly, then cautiously said.

"No problem, but... if we don't use force, I'm afraid those people won't easily give up the chips in their hands."

Luo Yan chuckled lightly, his tone gentle as he said.

"They will, but their chips aren't the key. Your target should be the chips of those who sat with you in the theater that evening. Need I make it clearer? You should manufacture a scene of bustling trading through a hand-to-hand trading method, pushing the price per share above 20 gold coins, luring out those true big fish."

"20 gold coins..." Jack couldn't help but gasp, speaking with trepidation, "What if they sell us all their stocks..."

The money in his pocket was simply not enough!

Not even twice that would be enough!

Yet Luo Yan showed no concern, continuing at his own pace.

"That's just fine; Colin Mining Company's stock will soon be halved. Investors lacking firm belief will scramble to sell their stocks and then we can reacquire the chips at cheaper prices from them, raising the price to unimaginable heights for everyone in despair..."

"And at this time, those you arranged to bottom the market will become the investors' saviors, pursued like the Chosen One. Those who initially doubted us will gradually doubt themselves and become our most devoted followers. Or if you're interested, you can handle the matter yourself, this way you can take advantage of the opportunity to launder that mysterious money of yours with you."

"As for money, don't worry. I've talked to Andes, and I'll draw a part of the 80 million gold coins meant for New Continent development in advance for market rescue when necessary. Of course, apart from Yang Andes himself, only you will know about this. I don't want a fourth person involved."

This guy is simply a devil!

Jack couldn't help but groan internally.

No —

He originally was!

Sarah came over from the side holding a tray, placing the perfectly tempered red tea on the table in front of Luo Yan.

She wasn't interested in human money games; her only concern was the cold Lord Demon King who had just returned from outside.

Luo Yan picked up the teacup and took a sip to soothe his throat.

Watching Jack who held his breath speechless, he continued casually.

"Look further ahead; don't be overly concerned with gains and losses before you. Do you think money is what I'm after? Or the paper in their hands?"

"Those are merely tools to purchase them; what I want is their souls, their faith—"

"But before harvesting these things, they must first undergo a few rounds of despair."