Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 400 - 300: The Taoist Strikes Again, the Gods Cannot Bleed._2

As for wanting to slam on the brakes to take control?

Hehe, it might be feasible elsewhere, but in the Rakshasa Kingdom, a nation steeped in malevolence, it’s absolutely impossible.

Why? Because the profits are too huge.

In his previous life, Yi Chen had observed a clear characteristic of long-standing criminal organizations throughout history—they never touched drugs (wisdom from the Godfather Corleone).

Because human hearts are unpredictable, and desires insatiable, when the profits become too vast, those at the top have no way to control the actions of those below. At that moment, disaster occurs.

This matter, when broken down, might look different on the outside, but at its core it’s all the same stuff. Find a few people to form a team, and then you’re able to branch out on your own. Yi Chen had already foreseen the scene of the big families in Rakshasa Kingdom cornering the market and shearing the public like sheep, and he, would not give the Rakshasa King a second chance.

Strike him down while he’s ill—take his life!

"This pot of skewered chicken is almost ready, and guests are about to arrive," Yi Chen lifted the lid, leaned down and fanned the aroma towards his nose, revealing a smile purer than the snowcapped mountains.

Soon after, a hearty laugh could be heard, gradually getting louder as it neared the courtyard.

"It smells delicious! His Highness has been so busy these days that there’s hardly been any time to touch the ground, while Mr. Bai seems to be enjoying himself," a familiar wild boar head appeared in Yi Chen’s view, followed closely by Hei Feng, dressed in a light gauze, half a step behind.

"Your Highness, I beg your forgiveness. Mr. Bai is merely armchair strategizing. It’s truly upon the Crown Prince’s strong connections and royal credibility to get things done."

"Your Highness, they say it’s better to encounter by chance than to invite purposely. How about trying Mr. Bai’s specially developed skewered chicken?" Yi Chen cheerfully offered the skewer threading chicken cubes, garlic, onions, and cilantro to the rakish prince.

"Sss, it’s fresh, spicy, and numbing, with a lingering aftertaste that surprisingly ends with a hint of coolness. Delicious! How did you achieve this cooling aftertaste, sir?" The Rakshasa grabbed the skewer, took a bite, and his eyes lit up instantly. He began to critique, clearly also an epicure.

"An aficionado, Your Highness."

"It’s mint! I added mint to the soup!" Yi Chen didn’t hesitate to reveal his secret recipe.

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"Such immense talent, Mr. Bai, and it’s wasted on skewered chicken in such seclusion. Have you never thought of taking charge of some official tasks?"

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"You flatter me, Your Highness. Discussing strategy on paper is one thing, but were I to take charge, with this face of mine, who would take me seriously if not for your desperate search for talent, and heed my nonsensical talks? I dare not take credit for Heaven’s work."

"Your Highness is kind. You will naturally give what should be given to Mr. Bai, but I must not reach out to ask for it. It is important for one to know one’s place."

"If there are any uncertainties in the regulations, Your Highness can simply send someone to consult me, I am still capable of filling in the gaps."

Yi Chen casually popped a skewered chicken cube into his mouth and gave a thumbs up.

Praise from the Taoist! Delicious!

Ever since coming to the Imperial Capital, Yi Chen had no intentions of personally taking the helm of any project, instead choosing to find the right person to sell his ideas.

That way, he would be like the traceless antelope with horns, hard to track and less likely to arouse suspicion.

Taking charge himself would mean treating the upper echelons of Rakshasa Kingdom as fools—a risk too great. With his limited power alone, he couldn’t support such a large venture, nor withstand the scrutiny of so many.

But if it were the Rakshasa in front, then it would be just perfect~

"Mr. Bai, truly capable!" The Rakshasa King exchanged a knowing smile with Hei Feng,

"Since it’s like that, there are indeed some difficult queries I’d like to discuss with you, sir."

"Regarding that false name of Yin iron ore to establish a bank, reaping from noble families and wealthy merchants. Mr. Yuan, however, has a different view—he believes that we should not only target the noble families and merchants but also open the doors to the common people to let them participate."

"Each of these individuals might not have many Iron Saber Coins, but their numbers are vast, and together they amount to quite a sum."

The Rakshasa, with his wild boar head, was not at all shy as he eagerly took out a new skewer and began munching while asking Yi Chen for advice.

"Sss, Your Highness is truly surrounded by distinguished talents! I have the utmost respect for Mr. Yuan, a great talent!"

"Meeting Mr. Yuan is a regret that feels too late."

"However, there’s a slight flaw in his plan, and that’s where my opinion differs. The reward for the noble families, for the merchants, and for the common people should be staggered, from high to low."

"This would make it easier to promote, and more credible to the merchants and others—after all, people tend to believe that there’s no such thing as a free lunch from heaven."

"Your Highness, food is most delicious when you scramble for it, haha!"

If he can’t kill you outright, he’ll hound you relentlessly, and thereupon, Yi Chen started fanning the flames. At this moment, he couldn’t help but feel a tremendous liking for Mr. Yuan, whom he hadn’t yet met.

It’s as if he wished to see Rakshasa Kingdom go up in flames slower.

"Sss, profound words from the master! Dismiss everyone, Hei Feng, record the master’s words." The Rakshasa said,

"I do have another issue I wish to consult with you, about this lottery for betting....."

"That’s easy, Your Highness. Let’s just do it like this, this way, then another way."

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In Yin Manor’s vast expanse, three months had passed, covering the spectrum from east to west, gone full circle.

Yi Chen and the Rakshasa Crown Prince spent an entire day and night talking in the little courtyard.

That night, the moon shone like silver, and the distant horizon cast a sprinkling of stars. The strategist Rakshasa and the chief designer of the scallion patch, Yi Taoist, two pioneers of Rakshasa Kingdom, whispered and fully exchanged ideas. Accompanied by the fragrance of the earth brought by the evening breeze, it wasn’t until the next morning that they shook hands and reluctantly parted. Hei Feng dutifully recorded their conversation, documenting it for the record.