I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 311 - 223 Long-Distance Dream Entry: The Misty Conference!_2

Chapter 311: Chapter 223 Long-Distance Dream Entry: The Misty Conference!_2

He appeared to be napping, but his mind was racing with thoughts.

He had been very busy these days.

Ever since that great Lord Bai Shi took him under his wing, he had been diligently carrying out tasks as requested by Lord Bai Shi.

For Lord Bai Shi disliked him engaging in the dealings of pornography, gambling, and drugs.

These days, Abba Lerner had been trying to scale down the enterprises under his control that were involved in illegal activities, paying off many people with settlement fees before dispersing them to go back home.

For Abba Lerner, this was no easy task; transforming the long-established Underworld Kingdom required a lot of work.

Every day, his office was piled high with various documents and reports, detailing how once-thriving illegal businesses were now facing transformation or closure.

Just now, Abba Lerner had been sitting at his large desk, holding a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold, his gaze fixed on the latest financial statements.

In response to Lord Bai Shi’s requests, he had to personally oversee every aspect to ensure that the financial flows during the transition were transparent and legal.

He started with the casinos, converting venues that were once hubs for illegal gambling into integrated resorts combining entertainment and dining. Abba Lerner hired a team of professional consultants to revamp the existing facilities, introducing more family-friendly entertainment options while strictly adhering to local gambling laws, retaining only a limited compliant gaming area, and strengthening protections for minors.

Beyond this, his nightclubs and bars were often linked with drug trafficking and underground banks.

Abba Lerner firmly cleaned house, firing all employees involved in illegal activities and retraining the remaining staff, emphasizing the importance of legal operations. He collaborated with internationally renowned liquor merchants to transform the nightclubs into upscale wine clubs, attracting legitimate high-end clientele.

Throughout this process, Abba Lerner encountered considerable resistance, including threats from former business partners and misunderstanding within his own ranks.

It was a complicated process.

It was undoubtedly like cutting off one’s own flesh.

In the past, his empire was built in the Grey Zone, deftly navigating the underworld with flexible maneuvers and covert deals. But now, he had to dismantle these long-established networks by hand.

Each cut felt like prying thorns from his own flesh.

Were it not for Lord Bai Shi also having subdued four local tyrants from other cities, forming alliances with them, he, whose power and resources were dwindling as if he had chopped off his own arms, would have been devoured by others long ago.

Meanwhile,

Abba Lerner was also continuously consolidating other resources under his command.

For Lord Bai Shi had instructed them not only to refrain from engaging in excessively illegal dealings but also to send a golden sphere into space.

To achieve this,

they had been actively lobbying the government, attempting to add a new satellite launch plan.

Abba Lerner and the four local tyrants from other cities, each with their respective domains of expertise—some with deep backgrounds in the tech industry, others with extensive political connections, and some holding significant sway in finance and media—worked in collaboration.

In public relations, they used media resources to promote the scientific significance and social value of this plan to the public, shaping a positive image and gaining support from the populace.

As for communicating with the government, they adopted a phased strategy. A part of the team actively liaised with relevant departments such as the Ministry of Education and Science and Technology Ministry, emphasizing the importance of the plan for enhancing the country’s ability in scientific and technological innovation and promoting science education.

Others worked through private channels to establish connections with decision-makers, seeking policy support and actual backing.

In short, they were all putting in a strong effort.

So, Abba Lerner was indeed a bit tired these days.

The quiet of the afternoon offered him a rare space to think—he pondered over various questions: What channels should they use next, which key officials should they contact to ensure the smooth operation of the satellite launch project, and even further expand it?

His fingers gently tapped the armrest of the sofa, each tap seemingly sketching a complex web of connections in his mind.

Abba Lerner frowned slightly, names of several officials quickly flashing through his mind—key figures in educational institutions, powerbrokers who could influence policy directions, or experts from the military advisory group...

He analyzed each official’s personality traits, interests, and their recent public statements along with their private movements, attempting to find the most suitable entry point.

Would it be through hosting a charity dinner to invite them? Or conveying messages through intermediaries, establishing contact in a more covert way? Or perhaps holding some small private gatherings?

Each strategy had its pros and cons and required his careful consideration.

In such deep contemplation, Abba Lerner’s thoughts surged like the tide, each idea crashing onto the shores of his mind, both invigorating and exhausting.

Within this focus and planning, he had not noticed the subtle passing of time nor paid attention to the slight premonitions his body emitted.

Until a wave of irresistible fatigue swept over him like a thin fog, softly yet firmly enveloping his consciousness.

Afternoon sunlight.

It should have been a vibrant gold.

But now, it seemed as if spellbound by time, becoming soft and lazy.

The light streamed through the gaps in the curtains, spottily casting on his face, bringing an indescribable comfort and peace.

This warm glow, along with the gradually quieting atmosphere of the office, seemed to add a hypnotic component to the air, filling the entire space with a drowsy essence.

Abba Lerner’s eyelids began to feel an inexplicable weight, as if covered by delicate feathers, making every attempt to lift them extraordinarily difficult.

He tried to fight the sleepiness with his willpower but found himself like a ship pushed to the shore by gentle waves, unable to resist the laws of nature.

Everything around him seemed to slow down along with his consciousness, even the occasional slight noise in the office seemed less real, as if coming from a faraway place.

Just as this irresistible drowsiness completely submerged him.

Suddenly, the scenery shifted.

No longer was he facing the office desk piled with files or the flickering computer screen, but a profound and mysterious place.

He woke up with a start, only to find himself kneeling on an ethereal stone platform.

He was tightly surrounded by thick fog as if the entire world had been swallowed by this haze.

The dense fog was both gentle and domineering, softly caressing every inch of space yet forcefully denying any attempt of a gaze to penetrate.

This mist seemed to have a will of its own, gently strangling all curiosity and the desire to explore at their birth.

Abba Lerner struggled to stand but found his body exceptionally heavy as if bound by invisible shackles, pressed by an intangible yet mighty force that rendered him unable to move.

At this moment, he felt wrapped in an inexplicable silence and unknown, as if the whole universe was holding its breath.

After a moment of contemplation.

Abba Lerner looked around observantly.

He found the fog around him so thick it was almost tangible, it moved sluggishly like a living being, yet no matter how far he looked, he couldn’t see its end, creating a sense of enigma.

He strained to look up, his eyes trying to pierce through the layers of fog, hoping to capture even a glimpse of clarity.

Directly in front of him, a set of stone steps meandered upwards, emerging from the fog as if to lead travelers through the haze toward the unknown beyond.

This line of ancient and solemn steps meandered up, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding fog, firm in their direction toward that unknown height.

The end of the staircase vanished into the deepest part of the fog.

No matter how hard he squinted, all he could see was blur.

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