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This practice called "Jinsi Zhai" was already one of the more "clean" eating methods around, and there were not a few who ate their own kind.

Yi Chen furrowed his brows as he watched a large armored fish struggle at the bottom of the pot, and ultimately he plunged his chopsticks into it, killing it swiftly. He hadn’t come to "Jinsi Zhai" to seek culinary pleasures but to gather intelligence and look for an entry point to break through the current impasse.

Half an hour later, Yi Chen’s lips curled into a smile as he left with an air of nonchalance.

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Imperial Capital · Palace of the Rakshasa Prince.

The Rakshasa King’s eldest son, the distinguished Prince and heir to the throne, had been in a terribly foul mood. Ever since he had assumed the position of Crown Prince, his father, the Rakshasa King, had issued increasingly outrageous secret orders,

and the demand for Saber Coins had become so great that now he found it increasingly difficult to satisfy the Rakshasa King’s appetites.

The Prince knew that the King was starting to become dissatisfied with him, and his brothers were all too eager to see him toppled from his position.

"Your Highness, Mister Yuan is requesting an audience outside," a timid rabbit-headed lady-in-waiting said.

"Requesting an audience? That waste of space only knows about raising taxes. Doesn’t he know who has the most Saber Coins? Tell him I am not available and I will not see him!"

"Your Highness, could such a reply be a bit too harsh on him?"

"You want to reply like that?" The lady-in-waiting couldn’t help but ask softly.

"Harsh your mother’s head!" The wild boar-headed Prince, in a sudden rage, grabbed the teacup in his hand and smashed it on the head of the rabbit-headed lady-in-waiting. Blood smeared her face instantly, and she scrambled out of the room in terror.

"Incompetents, all of them!" The Prince, burning with anger, swept everything off the table onto the floor before his demeanor gradually calmed down.

Just at that moment, an old man dressed in black and with a serpent’s head quietly slithered into the room.

"Your Highness, someone has arrived claiming he can resolve the crisis you face. He calls himself a hermit named Miao Zi," he whispered.

"Let him get lost! I will not see him!"

"Your Highness might consider sparing some time to see this person. He has an extraordinary aura, and perhaps the wisdom to astonish the world – he is not one to be taken lightly."

"Also, this man has offered a generous gift of 20,000 Gold Saber Coins, extending his best wishes for your abundant fortune and safety."

The Prince looked coldly at the Black Serpent steward for three seconds, until the steward felt a chill run through him and began to regret speaking. Only then did a hint of a warm smile cross the Prince’s face.

"Since he has earned praise from the Serpent Steward, he must have some remarkable abilities. In light of his generous gift, I shall meet with this person," he said.

Relieved by the Prince’s response, the Black Serpent steward promptly excused himself.

"Mister Miao, I took great risks speaking well on your behalf. Only because of my words has the Prince agreed to meet you. I didn’t charge a penny more than the 5,000 Silver Saber Coins," the steward said.

"Steward Serpent, your nobility will forever be cherished in my heart. In the future, you will be well-compensated," said Yi Chen with a smile, while inwardly he added to himself, if there is a future for you.

Ah, if it weren’t for the Saber Coins paving the way, why would someone unrelated like this Serpent steward risk his neck to arrange a meeting for Yi Chen? This was the foresight of Yi Chen, who had prepared a large sum of Saber Coins before coming to the Imperial Capital.

This was his ’knocking brick’ – a stepping stone to advancement.

Even if he were full of schemes – no, full of strategies – if he couldn’t even get someone’s attention, wouldn’t that be casting pearls before swine?

In any world, it was the same; there was no truth to the saying that "gold will always shine." No matter how pure and bright your gold is, if someone buries you and covers you with a rag, your light will never shine, nor come to the fore.

"Your Highness, danger is at hand," Yi Chen proclaimed dramatically the moment he faced the wild boar-headed Prince, seizing the narrative with a shock tactic typical of the media. @@novelbin@@

"I, the Crown Prince, stand above thousands and below one. Where does the danger lie? If Mister Miao cannot provide a propitious answer, do not blame me for my ruthless actions," the wild boar-headed man said indifferently.

"The crisis is twofold, external and internal."

"Listen closely to Mister Miao’s detailed explanation."

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One cup of tea later.

"Mister, what is your plan?"

"Without Saber Coins, I am like a skilful woman unable to cook without rice." The Prince’s gaze flickered with surprise and gravity – he had encountered a true sage today.

"As the Regent Crown Prince, the wealth of the Rakshasa Kingdom knows no bounds – how can there be a lack of Saber Coins? This is an easy problem to solve."

"Have you heard, Your Highness, of the method called ’multi-level marketing’? The five-level three-entry system…"

"I have another method called lottery tickets. With just one Iron Saber Coin, one can buy a lottery ticket and stand the chance of winning one million Iron Saber Coins…"

"I have yet another method named ’robbing Peter to pay Paul,’ the grand Ponzi scheme."

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"I have yet another method…"

"I have yet another method…"

The Prince, listening to Yi Chen’s proposals, couldn’t help but tremble with excitement. Such incredible ingenuity – this man was a genius indeed.

"Mister Miao’s talent is truly through the roof. I still have one concern, though: how do we get those wealthy families to willingly hand over their Saber Coins to the merchants?

"Those stubborn folks would rather let their Saber Coins mold in the basement than circulate them. I can offend one family, maybe ten, but not all of them; their collective potential power is immense. Otherwise, the whole Rakshasa Kingdom could be in jeopardy," he said.

"Your Highness, you’re mistaking the trees for the forest and failing to see the Imperial Capital," Yi Chen replied.

"The solution is simple."

"Mister, what is your plan?"

"It’s quite simple. Tell them there are wolves outside. Have people act as bandits, rob and kill a few households, and spread word widely. Fear and anxiety are the first steps to compel them."