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[TN Note: Takes place after Extra 6 (The 2017 New Years Special), so definitely after “Ten Years Later”]
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When Little Brother Zhang sent me an e-invite, I didn’t open it for a long time. In fact, I didn’t open it until this morning. It was an invitation to the Zhang family’s annual party. Zhang Haike and Little Brother Zhang were very patient with their plans to revitalize the Zhang family. They might have lacked almost everything, but they didn’t lack time.
They established a company on the mainland this year. Although the project hadn’t started yet, the Zhang family’s ambition to make a comeback had already come to a head. I just didn’t expect that their overseas business had nothing to do with antiques. Instead, it had more to do with shipping and mining. They were gathering the funds to buy mines in Xinjiang, Nepal, and Tanzania next year.
It sounded like Poker-Face would soon become the general manager, take up the position of CEO, find a Ms. Perfect, and take on the heavy responsibility of breeding the Zhang family back to its heyday. But I didn’t know if his old goods even worked now.
As far as I was concerned, there was plenty of time for business if the Zhang family wanted to revive. Over the past year or two, they seemed to be returning one right after another. After the Wang family was destroyed, they had become hitmen for other people. But their faith had collapsed, so there was no chance of them coming back.
The Mystic Nine had also completely declined. The white-washed generations couldn’t maintain the complex underworld, and those who were still immersed in it had long been scattered like sand. The ones left in the underworld were the hidden Zhang family remnants and a group of young people like Li Cu, who were eager to move up. But it would take those kids a long time to become the new Nine Gates.
The thing from the e-invite that interested me the most was the Zhang family’s performance programs. Since they were all so old, their programs were full of a sense of drinking wine with the women in ancient brothels and street performers breaking stones on their chests.
I looked at Poker-Face and Fatty. I hoped to have a good time with these old guys next year and all the years after that. Although we were a veteran team, we were still an irreplaceable legend when we walked together under the fireworks.
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MereBear's Translation 