The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

Ying Ni and Mu Ya slowly emerged from the throng, the sunlight streaming down them like golden liquid, cloaking them in a dazzling golden veil. Miao Yimo stood a short distance away, his hands clasped across his chest. His gaze was sharp and playful, as if anticipating a brilliant drama. Recalling the past few days, the two felt a surge of unease. They turned their gazes toward the sky, then down at the ground, not daring to look directly into Miao Yimo's seemingly all-seeing eyes.

"Looks like you guys are having a lot of fun these days." Miao Yimo's voice was filled with a subtle hint of teasing, breaking the silence. His eyes darted back and forth between Ying Ni and Mu Ya, as if searching for clues, trying to decipher their inner secrets.

"Hehe, um, it's okay, it's okay." Muya's voice was a little stiff, with a hint of unnaturalness. Her eyes wandered around, as if avoiding Miao Yimo's gaze, not daring to look him in the eye.

Miao Yimo looked around and noticed that the environment they were in was not suitable for a deep conversation. He waved his hand gently, indicating Ying Ni and Mu Ya to follow him. "Let's go back to the hotel."

Ying Ni and Mu Ya silently picked up the stools on the side of the square and followed Miao Yimo's footsteps. They walked through the crowd and headed towards the hotel. The sunlight shone through the window onto them, as if guiding them and illuminating their path forward.

The three of them returned to their hotel suite. A tranquil and mysterious atmosphere permeated the suite. Miao Yimo sat on a soft sofa, leaning slightly forward, as if guarding this small world. A thick blanket surrounded the sofa. Ying Ni and Mu Ya sat on the floor, their faces filled with concentration. Miao Yimo's voice echoed in the air as he detailed the current situation in Myanmar and urged them to be cautious and avoid falling into any traps.

"The situation in Myanmar is currently quite complicated, and we must attach great importance to security." Miao Yimo's voice was low and firm, as if conveying an unshakable trust. Ying Ni and Mu Ya listened attentively, nodding their heads in understanding. Miao Yimo continued, "However, I have secured three spots for the Myanmar public auction. It will open the day after tomorrow, and we can participate together."

Ying Ni and Mu Ya's eyes flickered with delight upon hearing the news. They clapped their hands, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They had been looking forward to this day; finally, they could flex their muscles and buy as much stone as they could. Previously, they had worried that large-scale purchases would disrupt the market, but now they could finally unleash their talents and wisdom.

"Great!" Ying Li exclaimed excitedly, her voice brimming with anticipation. Mu Ya smiled and nodded, their eyes meeting, as if silently discussing future plans. Miao Yimo watched them, his heart also filled with relief and anticipation. He knew the importance of this auction, and he understood Ying Li and Mu Ya's abilities. He believed they would shine brightly in it, adding luster to their careers.

For the next 48 hours, neither Ying Ni nor Mu Ya left the room. A quiet yet tense atmosphere permeated the room. Ying Ni sat at her computer, completely absorbed in the game. The occasional "chicken dinner" sound echoed, as if she were seeking some kind of release in the virtual world. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, and the images on the screen rapidly changed, as if a series of gripping battles were being played out in another dimension. She gripped the mouse, then tapped the keyboard, each movement revealing her love and focus on the game. Every detail, every tactical execution, seemed so crucial, as if she were using it to relieve the stress and tension of reality.

Meanwhile, that night, Muya realized her financial situation wasn't ideal. She had spent the past two days diligently adjusting her cash flow. Her brow furrowed, her fingers rapidly scrolling across her phone screen, repeatedly examining various accounts and transaction records. The tension in the room grew thicker, as if foreshadowing a major event. She scribbled notes on a piece of paper, calculating various possible options, trying to find a path to improve her financial situation. Her expression was serious and focused, as she meticulously scrutinized and analyzed every number.

After leaving behind a guard to ensure their safety, Miao Yimo departed silently. His figure gradually receded into the night, seemingly about to plunge into a more complex struggle. He would have to tangle with various factions within Myanmar, managing the complex web of relationships and competing interests. Everyone was making final preparations for the final opening of the Myanmar public auction. He knew that this struggle would require not only wisdom and courage, but also precise judgment of the situation and a deep understanding of human nature. Every step he took must be cautious, as even the slightest mistake could lead to irreversible consequences.

Finally, the long-awaited day of the public auction arrived, and the air was filled with a mixture of nervous excitement. Ying Ni, disentangling herself from the virtual world of the game, meticulously adjusted her outfit, as if to sort out her feelings. She chose a clean, sharp workout outfit, paired with a pair of comfortable sneakers, as if fully prepared for the challenges ahead. Meanwhile, Mu Ya had raised enough funds by selling the rare medicines she had painstakingly crafted. Despite the heartache of the process, a few hours later, she donned a refreshing green dress, as if to comfort herself and recover from her loss. The two exchanged glances, their outfits silently conveying encouragement and support, each giving a thumbs-up in unison.

Amidst the tense atmosphere, the two walked downstairs hand in hand and headed to the hotel restaurant for a hearty breakfast. This simple ritual seemed to help ease their nerves, allowing them to face the challenges ahead with greater composure. Afterward, they arrived at the hotel entrance, where Miao Yimo had been waiting. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he leaned against the car door, appearing to have been waiting for this moment for a long time. He periodically glanced down at his watch, appearing bored, but deep down, he was filled with anticipation and excitement, a gesture he used to mask his inner excitement.