Immortality Starts From Making Money.
Chapter 153: Qiu Yan, Broken Moon Consortium.

Chapter 153: Qiu Yan, Broken Moon Consortium.

Mo Jian sat calmly on the couch, eyes fixed on the stunning lady before him.

Her porcelain skin glowed softly, delicate and flawless.

Raven-black hair cascaded elegantly over her shoulder, catching the faint light.

Her hazel eyes, framed by perfectly arched brows and long, curling lashes, were mesmerizing, sparkling with intelligence and allure.

Her chest was graceful, subtly suggesting strength and femininity beneath her elegant attire.

Long, slender legs extended confidently, exuding both poise and power.

In her presence, time seemed to slow, and every detail of her beauty and composure captivated him endlessly.

The Broken Moon Consortium Young Miss was also checking out Mo Jian. She had seen various handsome men, but compared to Mo Jian—

They paled in two places.

First, his silver hair was an uncommon, captivating feature, enhancing his charm and undeniable handsomeness.

Second, the aura that surrounded him was unlike anything she’d ever encountered—not merely aloof, but a regal detachment that commanded respect.

His presence exuded authority, making him truly stand apart from all others she had known.

The silence stretched endlessly as the two figures locked eyes, both hesitant, fearing to be the first to break the tension.

Time seemed to freeze in that charged moment. Finally, Mo Jian, the larger man, surrendered to the inevitable.

With quiet dignity, he averted his gaze and calmly extended his hand, reaching for his tea, signaling the end of their silent standoff.

"I believe you did not come to see me just to start a staring contest?" Mo Jian asked, taking a sip from his spirit tea.

"You’re right. I’m not that idle for that." The Young Miss responded.

She was poised on her seat without any change in her expression. But inwardly, she did not know how to begin her proposal.

Without waiting for her to speak, Mo Jian asked, "So, tell me, why do you want to see me?"

She did not respond immediately. "I’m Qiu Yan. I’m from the Central Region, and the Broken Moon Consortium was my dream. I created it from scratch..." She began; her voice was low and sweet.

Mo Jian listened without changing his expression.

It was as if the news that she was from the Central Region was not big news.

Many that came from the Southern Region would have been amazed by such a sudden piece of news.

But to him, it meant nothing.

To him, it was only a matter of time before he ventured into the Central Region market. So why should he be shocked?

When Qiu Yan saw Mo Jian’s unchangeable expression, she knew her scheme to use the Central Region to elicit a reaction from him failed.

This is going to be difficult?! She groaned inwardly.

Since she started the Broken Moon Consortium, she had never been this passive in a meeting—unless the meeting was boring or unimportant.

But this was very important for her future.

She continued without letting her inner thoughts appear on her face.

"My clan is one of the most powerful clans in the Central Region’s capital. But like every powerful clan, the competition was fierce."

"My talent meant nothing in the clan; only my looks garnered everyone’s attention. Before I reached the age of ten, the clan had already planned my marriage, but with the help of my mother, I was able to delay it to fifteen years."

"On my fifteenth birthday, I managed to escape from the capital and come to the Southern Region, where I started the Broken Moon Consortium."

"To prove to my clan, family, and everyone in the capital, I vowed to never return until I made a name for myself—one even my clan would have bowed to."

Before she could continue her monologue, Mo Jian cut in. "So, how is that going for you?"

"What can I say, as one of the most powerful forces in the Southern Region? I believe I’m not doing too bad. Don’t you think so?" she asked, looking at Mo Jian.

"I don’t know, you tell me."

Qiu Yan was stunned for a moment. She did not expect Mo Jian’s response would be cold and brutal.

He did not mince words—not even considering she was a lady.

Her expression faltered for a moment, but she recovered quickly.

"You’re different," she said calmly.

Mo Jian did not respond and continued to sip his tea. All this backstory meant nothing to him.

To him, all he cared about was business opportunity and profit. Anything else was redundant.

Although she was the prettiest lady he had ever seen. So what? Without sufficient strength and power, would she be attracted to him?

No, she would not.

Thus, he did not care about her beauty or whatnot.

He continued his drink and waited for her to continue, but he was already getting impatient.

"Do you know anything about the Central Region?" Qiu Yan asked, raising her brow.

"Are you here to question me or what?" Mo Jian dropped his teacup, and slight annoyance appeared on his face.

"If you don’t have anything better to say, you can leave. I won’t repeat myself twice."

Watching the sudden change in Mo Jian’s countenance, Qiu Yan was stunned.

The shift was so quick that she never saw it coming. Realizing she might have overdone her talk, she responded quickly.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to waste your time."

Mo Jian did not respond; his gaze locked on her. Say any useless thing and you’re out.

"I want to work with you," she said in a low voice, but her voice was filled with determination.

"I don’t care what you’re working on, but I believe if you include my consortium, you won’t regret it."

She added, looking at Mo Jian.

Mo Jian remained silent, his gaze fixed on her face as if trying to see through her very being.

The room sank into a deafening silence, thick with unspoken words and suppressed emotions.

Every second felt heavier, the oppressive quietness hanging in the air like a shroud, amplifying the unspoken tension and the weight of the unspoken expectations between them.

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