Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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Then they'd better make sure they never go near any door again in their lives.

"Gambling is indeed a quick way to make money, but it's a pity that it can't be done often. I'll ask Ah Long tonight if he knows how to start a company."

This casino win was just a temporary fix; Mo Jiang understood that this couldn't continue, and he needed to find a way to consistently monetize the otherworldly gold.

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58. It seems to be common practice for import and export trading companies to have double doors.

The charcoal crackled in the oven, and the aroma of grilled skewers mingled with the malty scent of chilled beer filled the air. The open-air stall of [Brother BBQ] was packed with members of the Hanfu club.

【Lao Ge BBQ】Although the location is a bit out of the way and not on the main road, the owner has excellent BBQ skills and unique seasonings. In addition, the BBQ here is very cost-effective and is usually loved by members of the Hanfu Club.

A significant portion of the funds in the Hanfu Society's accounts flowed to this place.

The boss was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, whose smile was so wide it revealed his back teeth.

When Ah Long booked seats for the entire evening with him earlier, he rushed to the market to urgently stock up on supplies starting in the afternoon.

He knew all too well how much a group of college students, especially a group of tall and strong college students, could eat.

I earned at least more tonight than I did in the previous week.

"President, over here, over here."

Ah Long waved his arms to attract Mo Jiang's attention. The table they were sitting at had only a few people.

There are two men and two women. Ah Hui is the leader of the men's group, and Ah Long is the club's accountant and president. After Mo Jiang stepped down as president, Ah Long took over the position.

However, despite saying that, both Ah Long and the other members knew that Mo Jiang still held the reins of the Hanfu Club.

Mo Jiang's resignation was merely to give the principal an explanation.

Qin Yue, the leader of the female group, and Wang Ziyan, the president of the COS club, sat together and whispered something. When they saw Mo Jiang come over, they casually greeted him and continued chatting.

After arriving in Mojiang, the members quieted down and looked in the direction of Mojiang.

Mo Jiang smiled and raised his beer. "The barbecue is on me tonight, don't be shy."

"The president is awesome!"

"The boss is mighty!"

"Godfather, please accept my bow!"

Ah Long led the way by raising his glass, and a group of people followed suit, the cool beer foam dancing on the rim of their glasses.

These members were unaware of the intricacies behind the audit; they were simply grateful for Mo Jiang's hospitality.

If you treat your classmates to a barbecue at university, then you're qualified to be called their godfather.

Ah Long handed Mo Jiang a skewer of grilled tendons. "President, I've inquired about what you asked before. Registering a company is quite convenient now, but what are you planning to do?"

“Is it import and export trade?” Mo Jiang casually took a bite of the grilled gluten. “You know my parents travel all over the world. They introduced me to a client from a third-world country to make my resume look better before I graduate.”

Most importantly, I'm too lazy to find someone to stamp my documents during my internship; it's more convenient to have my own company stamp them.

Medieval gold needed to be converted into cash, and the large-scale purchases of various items also required an explanation.

An individual purchasing large quantities of supplies might attract attention, but an import/export company buying a large quantity of cold medical supplies would hardly be noticed.

After finishing the grilled tendon, Mo Jiang casually grabbed a grilled sausage. "How exactly do I do it? What procedures are required?"

Ah Long counted on his fingers, "We need a registered address, virtual or real, but real is better; we need to make company seals and financial seals; open a corporate bank account; and we need to find an accountant to do the bookkeeping and tax filing... There's quite a lot to do."

After listening, Mo Jiang picked up his wine glass and took another sip. His gaze swept over Ah Long: "Can you handle it? I'll figure out the address. If you can handle the rest of the procedures, I'll leave it to you. The service fee won't be small."

He put down his wine glass and added, "Moreover, when you're doing your internship, just come to my company and get as many stamps as you want. You can write your internship report however you like."

Ah Long's eyes lit up instantly. This was an irresistible temptation for college students. They wouldn't have to fawn over others to find internships, and they could get their jobs stamped by their own company. This was the kind of treatment every college student dreamed of.

He rubbed his hands excitedly: "I can give it a try. Although I've never done it before, I'll study it and I'll definitely get it done for you."

"Okay, I'll take care of the address."

In modern times, it's not difficult to set up a virtual registered address; if all else fails, you can rent a cheap small office.

With 350,000 yuan just deposited into his bank account, Mo Jiang was now brimming with confidence.

Qin Yue tied her hair into a high ponytail to avoid getting it covered in cooking fumes, and looked at Mo Jiang with some surprise, "President, you want to start a company? Import and export? The market isn't doing too well right now."

The import and export business is indeed not good, especially since the president across the Pacific announced an increase in tariffs, which has had a significant impact on many companies involved in import and export.

"You can help with the stamping?!" Wang Ziyan's eyes lit up, and her smile became even brighter. "Mo Jiang, do you still owe me the favor from before?"

"If you want to get your stamped, you can come anytime, if my company is able to open."

The reason why members of the Hanfu club were able to affiliate with the COS club was naturally because of the friendship between Mo Jiang and Wang Ziyan; Mo Jiang would definitely acknowledge this favor.

He knew what Wang Ziyan was thinking; after all, for college students, getting internship stamps was always an unavoidable hassle.

Some companies and factories rely on this stamp to treat people like cattle and horses, and not only that, they don't even provide enough fodder.

They did all the hardest and most tiring work, and all they got in return was a stamp. No one would be happy about that.

It sounds like stamping a quarantine certificate on a pig ready for market.

Afterwards, everyone ate and chatted, discussing everything from club activities to games, and then to school gossip.

They also chatted about preparations for the anime convention two months later, and then Mo Jiang learned that the convention had also partnered with a cosplay club.

Moreover, it was on the same day as the Hanfu Club's performance.

Wang Ziyan smiled and said, "Hehe, I'll have to trouble you that day."

Unlike Hanfu clubs, COS clubs have a small number of members. Excluding those who are just nominal members or those who don't cooperate, there are only about ten active members in total.

This is what a relatively normal university club looks like. As for the size of the Hanfu club...

The principal directly defined the nature of the Hanfu Club as a rudimentary armed violent group.

"Easy to say."

Just then, a group of young men wearing vests and looking rather shady passed by. They were probably drunk, because instead of continuing on their way, they gathered together a short distance away.

Seemingly having discovered something, a group of people pointed and whispered about Mo Jiang's table.

One of them, with dyed blond hair and a cheap metal chain around his neck, lingered his eyes on Qin Yue and Wang Ziyan, especially on Wang Ziyan's long, slender legs, while muttering something offensive.

"Tsk, the one on the left is cool, that's awesome."

"The one on the right is so tender, you could practically squeeze water out of her... tiny waist and slender legs..."

"Schoolgirls are so great, why pretend to be innocent..."

"How much is it per night?"

The sound wasn't loud, but the Hanfu club could hear it.

The atmosphere instantly cooled down.

Ahui frowned, abruptly put down his wine glass, and was about to stand up: "Damn! Looking for trouble, huh?"

The men around him also looked over with unfriendly expressions.

“Ah Hui.”

Mo Jiang's voice wasn't loud, but it rang clearly in everyone's ears.

An invisible aura emanated from him.

"Everyone," Mo Jiang said in a flat voice, devoid of any emotion, "keep your voices down, you're disturbing others' meals."

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59. If I date five people, will my living expenses increase by 10,000 next month?

His words were calm, without a trace of threat.

But the thugs involuntarily tensed up, their hair stood on end, and goosebumps rose on their arms.

The thugs felt a little short of breath, wondering if it was because they had drunk too much beer. They felt like their bladders were about to burst.

An inexplicable voice inside them urged them to leave, not to stay where they were.

In the alley behind [Brother BBQ], in an unseen corner, several stray cats, their fur standing on end, ran wildly into the distance without looking back.

The thugs living in peaceful societies don't know where this feeling comes from; it's a warning system buried in our DNA during human evolution.

The warning system, which had been idle due to peaceful living, now issued its maximum warning, urging its owner to leave the humanoid beast before them.

To the hooligans in peaceful society who are indulging in pleasure, Mo Jiang, who had just defeated an army in the Middle Ages and single-handedly wiped out its generals, was like a Tyrannosaurus Rex that had broken into a chicken coop.

That's a suppression in terms of strength and even life level.

A sudden gust of night wind, seemingly from nowhere, jolted the thugs back to their senses, their minds clouded by alcohol. They lowered their heads and hurried away.

As they were leaving, they realized that their vests were soaked with cold sweat.

After seeing the thugs leave, Ah Long clutched his chest and breathed a sigh of relief; he was probably the boy most afraid of a fight breaking out at the scene.

Within the Hanfu club, his physical condition was among the worst, and his fighting spirit was far less intense than that of the armored members.

Especially since it hadn't been long since he was taken away by the police for surrounding people, he didn't want to be bailed out by the principal again.

"President, you had such a commanding presence when you spoke just now, it was like..."

Aaron thought for a moment, then suddenly looked up and said, "That's right, just like Vito Corleone."

"You watch too many movies." Mo Jiang didn't intend to pick up on that. "Those guys were just drunk and not thinking straight. The night breeze sobered them up. Otherwise, do you think they would have dared to actually start a fight?"

The thugs' sensible departure saved Mo Jiang some trouble, at least preventing a perfectly good dinner from turning into a case that required police intervention.

As for those thugs who, after sobering up, felt they had lost face and wanted to cause trouble...

Every year, countless people disappear without a trace, leaving not even a ripple.

When the police discover a body, they will open a case and deploy police resources to investigate, ensuring that every murder case is solved.

But if it's just a disappearance, and the missing person is just a thug, then it will eventually become a headless case in the archives, or even not a case at all.

"Tsk!"

Mo Jiang suddenly shook his head, as if trying to get rid of some unnecessary thoughts from his mind.

Spending too much time in the Middle Ages makes one's thoughts become dangerous.

Not wanting to continue discussing the topic of presence, Mo Jiang naturally asked, "By the way, what are the requirements for the anime convention stage? Can you meet them?"

Hearing that it was about serious matters, Ahui put down his beer. "The men's group isn't too difficult. As long as you put on the armor and strike a good pose, you can basically meet all the requirements."

There are a few poses that are too difficult for humans to perform, so we need to discuss removing them with the convention organizers. We're wearing armor, not plastic, and those poses could break our backs.

The male group at the comic convention is part of the atmosphere group. There aren't many things to pay attention to, and the tasks are relatively simple, but it requires a lot of physical strength.

But there was no other way; the convention organizers specified that they wanted real armor.

"Let me know in advance if you need the armor, and I'll send it over."

The twenty suits of armor belonging to the Hanfu Society should, in terms of ownership, belong to Mo Jiang as his personal property.

Each president, upon stepping down, would gift the armor to the next president.

After all, the armor was purchased with funds misappropriated from the club, which is something that can't be brought to light, let alone donated to the club. Once there's a record of that, it'll be easy to find out.

Now that the hole in the club has been filled, it's even more unacceptable to put things inside the club.

The principal couldn't stand the Hanfu club continuing to play with iron sheets.

"For the women's group, a month is enough time for choreography and rehearsals, but we might need Ziyan's help."

Wang Ziyan smiled and said, "No problem, I happen to have some inspiration in this area."

As a dance student, Wang Ziyan is obviously a professional in this field, and Mo Jiang knows very well that when it comes to professional matters, it's best to let the professionals handle them.

"Let us know if you need anything."

"I definitely won't stand on ceremony with you, President Mo. Tsk tsk, treating so many people to dinner." Wang Ziyan glanced at [Brother BBQ], which had been booked out entirely. "It was worth recommending your club to the anime convention organizers."

As she spoke, she took out her phone, "When you were surrounding people earlier, someone filmed you and uploaded the video. It got a lot of views. The anime convention organizers saw it and are planning to invite you to collaborate."