Chapter 2383: Fu San and Fu Si

The first true meeting of West Continent City officially unfolded in the city’s main conference hall.

This conference room is located in the First Layer courtyard within the main gate of West Continent City Lord Mansion.

After the Twin Clan arrived at West Continent City, the City Lord Mansion was remodeled into four courtyards with three floors. Although shorter than the surrounding residential buildings, it is much more convenient than the previous City Lord Mansion.

The conference room is the kind that spans the entire First Layer, allowing a maximum of three thousand people to attend.

As they entered the conference room, Fu San’s face revealed a satisfied expression; this type of conference room was her favorite.

Seeing Fu San’s expression, Li Jiuhong showed a faint smile: “After the meeting ends, I’ll chat with City Lord Tang Ming about setting up a similar conference room over in West Desolation City.”

“There’s no need; there are too few people over there. Those who can attend the meeting are very few. Setting it up like this is a waste of resources. Didn’t you see the door? This is the First Conference Room, representing the most important meetings held here.”

Fu San shook her head, being more knowledgeable than Li Jiuhong and having a more comprehensive view.

Li Jiuhong’s lips moved slightly, and the two elderly attendants who had been following them, along with Tang Xishu, instinctively smiled.

Li Jiuhong snorted as he turned his head, remaining unconcerned, accustomed to this lifestyle and living style.

Tang Ming was standing in a corner of the conference room casually chatting with a few people from Fox Bachang. Then, Guo Cunhou approached Tang Ming and gave him a look. Tang Ming nodded back and then apologetically smiled at Fox Bachang: “Aunt Ba, I’ll go check over there.”

“Hmm.”

Fox Bachang was aware that a new City Lord seemed to have taken over West Desolation City, and this City Lord was somewhat at odds with West Continent City.

Hu Mei’er mentioned this matter yesterday while sleeping with Tang Ming, and naturally supported Tang Ming, so she directly talked to Fox Bachang about it.

“City Lord Li, let me introduce you: this is City Lord Tang Ming. City Lord, this is the new City Lord of West Desolation City, City Lord Li.”

Guo Cunhou smiled slightly and then spoke.

“Hahaha, I’ve long heard of City Lord Tang Ming’s reputation. Meeting you today, you indeed are a talented person.”

Although Li Jiuhong didn’t understand many intricacies, he knew how to speak pleasantries.

Tang Ming’s brows raised slightly; from someone’s tone, he could discern their goodwill.

Li Jiuhong seemed quite good-hearted towards him; at least, that’s what Tang Ming thought.

Seeing Tang Ming’s surprised expression, Guo Cunhou coughed: “City Lord, this is the steward of West Desolation City, Steward He San.”

“Oh, isn’t that the same position as yours?”

Tang Ming’s gaze fell on He San.

He San’s lips slightly curled upward, sizing up Tang Ming, as he held respect towards Tang Mosheng.

Tang Mosheng’s treasured son inherited this city, which was both her hope and Tang Mosheng’s expectation.

In some ways, the Thunder Tower was indeed Tang Mosheng’s voice in Taoyuan World.

“You appear more delicate than your father and understand more, yet taking on too much can be detrimental. Though you’ve relinquished some authority, you’re still clinging to too much. Sometimes, one must learn to let go to gain.”.

Fu San displayed an elder’s demeanor, directly admonishing Tang Ming.

Tang Ming glanced at Guo Cunhou, seeing the emotions in his eyes, and understood.

Apparently, the City Lord might be insignificant, but Fu San was undoubtedly not someone to be trifled with.

“What Senior Fu says is correct; Senior Fu, you knew my father.”

With his father being brought up by the other party, a private display of respect was necessary.

Fu San’s brow raised, feeling that Tang Ming lacked dignity as a City Lord. She had provoked him so much, yet he didn’t rebut; it was too lacking in backbone.

Fu San’s face darkened somewhat, but she still nodded: “I have a better relationship with your mother; I always called her sister. Well, you have other guests to attend to; I’ll sit over there.”

Fu San saw Hu Jiuze and Mountain Ghost Granny sitting there and directly rose to move towards them.

Seeing Fu San leave, Tang Ming’s brow raised, but at that moment, a hand patted his shoulder: “Hey, City Lord.”

“Who might you be?”

Tang Ming turned around, contemplating how to deal with the arrogant elder Fu San, pondering if he could use this situation to restore order in West Continent City, when a beautiful woman appeared beside him.

The young beauty dressed simply, more resembling a boy, but upon seeing the rings on her fingers, Tang Ming understood she was no ordinary person.

She wore rings on four of her ten fingers, each crafted from a Treasure.

“The Steward named Fu San is my father.”

Tang Xishu had a good relationship with Fu San; she was strong-willed. Fu San was like half a mentor to her, so saying Fu San was her father wasn’t absurd.

As for Li Jiuhong, Tang Xishu felt he lacked ambition; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been placed in Taoyuan World by her father.

Luckily, her brother was also in Taoyuan World, and because of someone like Li Jiuhong, without principles, she could venture over.

“Oh, Fu San is your father? May I know your name and your purpose for seeking me?”

Tang Ming, recognizing Tang Xishu’s strength, also realized Fu San’s identity was unique.

Tang Xishu grinned: “I’m called Fu Si. City Lord Tang Ming, my father and your father are close friends. Considering the close ties between our families, could you arrange a position for me in West Continent City—not one of authority, just something on the frontline.”

Tang Xishu’s cheerful demeanor made Tang Ming smile as well.

Clearly, Fu San was calculating, yet his daughter seemed a violent type, immediately requesting frontline combat upon arrival.

Reflecting on Fu San’s unpleasant face, Tang Ming coughed and spoke: “You’ll need to discuss this with your father. Well, I have some matters to attend to over there.”

Watching Tang Ming leave, Fu San’s lips curled slightly: “From Xishu’s expression, it seems she didn’t succeed, right?”