Starting from a Magical Girl, Dominating Eternity

Chapter 594 - 189: Farewell, My Father

Not a single call was answered.

After a long time, when the phone rang in the office, a young girl dressed in icy blue just pushed the door open.

She was still holding the door key in her hand.

After closing the door, she sat on the sofa as if no one was around.

"Bingtang."

The middle-aged man spoke up proactively, "What do you want to do?"

Bingtang showed a graceful smile like a lady from a prominent family, "Father, you haven’t reached the age of senility, have you?"

Another phone call came, and he frowned.

The name on the screen was one he had to pick up, so he answered the call.

After listening to the other party for a while, he just blandly said "Oh," and then turned off the phone.

Bingtang didn’t rush, she leisurely brewed herself a cup of tea and slowly drank it.

"Cyan Cloud Sect, Disaster Strategy Bureau." The middle-aged man sneered, "Quite the big move."

"Don’t get it wrong, Father." Bingtang gently reminded him, "This is just normal business cooperation."

The middle-aged man suddenly stood up, veins popping on his forehead.

Bingtang still smiled faintly, raising her teacup, "Don’t rush, rushing will make you look desperate, just as you once said."

"Do you think violence will make me submit?"

"I said it’s normal business cooperation," Bingtang carelessly dropped a piece of Bingtang into her tea.

"Even when facing threats and torment from the Witch Association, you’ve never bowed your head, the toughness of the Ice Era Group’s CEO is well known, I’m also proud of you, Father. So, this isn’t a threat, no one can threaten you."

Bingtang’s father had been captured by the Witch Association long ago, even before Bingtang was born.

When Bingtang’s father was struggling because the company had money, he was targeted by the Witch Association, bullied and tempted, even tortured, threatened with death, to force Bingtang’s father to concede and give up company interests.

But Bingtang’s father never bowed his head, only sneered at them, calling them a bunch of losers.

Losers couldn’t keep the money even if they got it, they would only waste it, he didn’t have the habit of giving money to losers.

And after getting rescued by the Disaster Strategy Bureau, his tough record was publicly acknowledged, Bingtang’s father’s fame grew, and the company succeeded until it became the giant it is today through his efforts.

No violence could make Bingtang’s father lower his head, during his struggle, he always believed in this.

Only losers resort to violence.

Moreover, later the Disaster Strategy Bureau provided him protection—most large enterprises like the Ice Era Group have cooperative protection agreements with the Disaster Strategy Bureau.

Whenever there’s a threat to personal safety, the response from the Bureau is swift.

Some retired Magical Girls were even hired by the company to serve as bodyguards.

Of course, from the beginning Bingtang never intended to use low-level means like threats.

If she wanted to resort to violence, she wouldn’t even need to transform into a Magical Girl.

Having been educated by her father since childhood, she naturally knew those methods were meaningless.

This strong father, known for his iron will, couldn’t have his backbone broken by violence.

"As long as you obediently follow my regulations and don’t do anything extra, you can formally inherit the Ice Era Group!"

Bingtang sat on the sofa admiring her father’s outrage.

It used to be her father sitting in the chair admiring her expressions.

Since childhood, her father regarded her as both a trainee and a rival.

Their father-daughter relationship wasn’t terrible, but as serious competitors, they never had normal warmth.

The winner takes all, the loser bows down.

"I don’t want what you’re giving me; the things you don’t want to give, I’ll take with my own hands." Bingtang put down the teacup, "I don’t need your inheritance rights, Father, I will take Ice Era from you. Most of Ice Era’s industries, equity, and external cooperative enterprises have already been transferred."

"Just sign a paper, and you can retire, have a good rest."

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man swayed slightly as he held onto the table, "How long have you been preparing for this?"

"Since you said you want me to become your business competitor."

"Thirteen years old."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, "When was everything prepared? Let me lose knowing why."

"Well... speaking of the internal part of the group, it was earlier this year." Bingtang poured a cup of water, stood up, and handed it to her father, "During Ice Era Group’s investment in Jiang Ming."

"Ha, so that’s it, I said how could that deficit be Zhang Feng’s doing, Zhang Feng doesn’t have the guts!"

The middle-aged man took the water cup from his daughter, drank it in one gulp, "Then you obviously should have prepared everything earlier! Why did you wait until now to make a move?"

"On one hand, watching Father be high and mighty and say you want to assess me is quite interesting." Bingtang showed a teasing smile, "It’s like watching a sick cat bluff, quite fun."

The middle-aged man nearly threw the cup out!

He never thought his daughter could be so infuriating!

"On the other hand, it’s unnecessary, Ice Era Group is so big, it’s troublesome to manage, I have my own things to do, I’m not in a hurry to seize the Ice Era Group."

The middle-aged man sneered, "In a hurry now? Why?"

"My Sect Leader needs pocket money."

After a long silence, the middle-aged man looked at her suspiciously, "Huh?"

"Well, okay, if you can’t understand, then I’ll put it differently."

Bingtang got up, poured herself a cup of tea, and took the initiative to clink with her father, "My boss needs pocket money, I have a temporary cash flow shortage, after all, five hundred million is quite a hassle to withdraw in one go, I must first take down the Ice Era Group to use for urgency."

"Just for this?"

The middle-aged man’s eyes widened with fury, "Just five hundred million!"

"That’s already a lot." Bingtang looked at her father who seemed oblivious to the harsh realities, shaking her head.

When Cyan Cloud Sect was expanding throughout Southern, Western, and North China, there was only more than two billion in funds, now, taking out five hundred million for the Sect Leader’s pocket money would naturally impact Cyan Cloud Sect’s expansion activities.

However, the middle-aged man just roared, "Why didn’t you just ask me directly!"

"I have to give my Sect Leader money." Bingtang went over and took off the badge from her father’s chest, "It’s not you, nor Ice Era."

Looking at her father trembling with anger, Bingtang smiled gently, "Betting must follow the rules, Father, this wouldn’t be your first time being a loser, right?"

Suddenly he smashed the water cup on the ground!

The middle-aged man, who always despised violence, used the venting method he despised the most for the first time.

Then he sat back down on the chair, trembling against the table.

After taking a deep breath, he seemed to age decades in an instant.

She had never seen such a desolate and powerless father; the once strong, towering figure from her childhood had become somewhat fragile.

Bingtang merely placed the prepared documents on the table, pushing them to him.

"Happy birthday, Dad."

As the new beginning for a loser.