Looking at Pra Walton's pretty face, Jiang Hai didn't hesitate—he kissed her directly. Honestly, it didn't matter; Cheryl Lee was the one driving. The tension between them began to spark, but fortunately, the car was just a Mercedes-Benz 600 with a small back seat. Jiang Hai couldn't fully unleash his energy and simply indulged in a little passion.
But once they arrived at the hotel, thunder roared in the sky, igniting fire on the ground. It was clear that no one would be sleeping that night.
Jiang Hai and his friends were awake, cherishing their time together, while others stayed up for different reasons.
"The Texas National Livestock Show ends in a bang—Tainlong Manor sweeps the top three rankings!"
"Angus cattle valued at $160,000—can anyone halt the rise of American beef?"
"Winthrop's Tainlong Manor and the mysterious Oriental owner—magic, science, or conspiracy?"
"A staggering 20% premium meat yield—is it a miracle or a warning?"
As the livestock show concluded, media and online platforms exploded with headlines and speculation. Jiang Hai, who walked away with a gold and two silver medals, became the center of attention. "Jiang Hai," "Tainlong Manor," and "20% premium meat rate" became hot keywords across all outlets.
Ranchers across the U.S. were stunned. Some immediately began digging up more information online, while others contacted friends who had attended the show. Upon confirming the reports were real, cattlemen from across the nation were thrown into a frenzy.
Some reporters rushed to Boston hoping to land an interview with Jiang Hai.
Government officials showed up too, hoping to nudge Jiang Hai into sharing his "miracle" technique. Then there were others, with far more dubious intentions, who came hoping to replace Jiang Hai altogether—but all of them went home empty-handed.
Jiang Hai had always kept a low profile. Interviews? Not a chance.
As for the government folks—Jiang Hai was fine with letting them examine his cows or study his data. But no matter how much data they had, they couldn't explain the extraordinary growth of his cattle. They could analyze the grass too. Let them try. The land was private property bought with his own money. No one could seize it by force.
In a country that places a high value on private property, the state forcibly seizing land is practically unthinkable. If Jiang Hai didn't want to sell, that land was his—period.
As for American corporate giants? Jiang Hai couldn't care less. Most of the top U.S. conglomerates were focused on banking, oil, or defense.
Let's break it down:
Rockefeller (Oil: Mobil, etc.)
Morgan (Banking, arms, GE, etc.)
Citibank (Finance)
DuPont (Chemicals, arms)
Boston Consortium (Banking)
Mellon Group (Banking, oil, metals)
Cleveland Consortium (Coal, steel)
Chicago Consortium (Banks, insurance)
California Consortium (Bank of America)
Texas Consortium (Oil, arms)
None of these groups had any real stake in ranching. Jiang Hai's high-end beef and fish simply weren't their concern.
But if they did try to force his hand, he had a trump card—his oil futures.
Sure, to most, oil futures are just contracts to earn a price difference. But in Jiang Hai's hands, they represented real barrels of oil. If he ever wanted to partner with an oil-centric consortium, they'd welcome him with open arms. Compared to that kind of power, even Tainlong Manor was small potatoes.
And those with darker motives? Jiang Hai wasn't worried. He wasn't exactly a saint. Anyone who tried shady business would quickly find out what it meant to cross him—especially when Azarina was involved.
After a wild night with Pra Walton and Cheryl, Jiang Hai and his crew flew back to Boston the next morning to prepare for the Fishery Expo.
Pra Walton took her own company jet back to New York. She wouldn't attend the expo herself, but she'd be monitoring it closely—after all, Sam's Club's future seafood focus was Jiang Hai's fish.
Back in Boston, Edward Anderson and Tommy Charles picked them up at the airport.
Despite being physically exhausted, the team was riding high. Robbins Garcia, Burkdale, and Bell Lester each held a trophy and grinned like they'd won the lottery. Connorson Peters was more reserved but still clearly pleased. In the car, Robbins animatedly described the livestock show to Edward and Tommy, including Jiang Hai's "unique" revenge.
Hearing the story, the two burst into laughter—Jiang Hai's revenge really was one for the books.
Jiang Hai just smiled quietly.
Soon, they arrived at the manor in Winthrop. Outside the villa, the girls were waiting—including Aphra.
"Hey boss, save your strength. The Fishery Expo's the day after tomorrow. Don't burn out too early,"
Edward nudged Jiang Hai with a teasing look, clearly noticing the awaiting "welcome committee."
Jiang Hai replied with a middle finger, grinning. Edward and the others just laughed, waved to Qi Jie, and drove off. Qi Jie's role in the manor had clearly become more solidified in Jiang Hai's absence.
"You're finally back!"
Darlene and Marianne ran up and grabbed his arms excitedly.
"What? Missed me?"
Jiang Hai smiled, ruffling their hair.
"Mmm… maybe a little."
The girls blushed.
Inside the villa, Jiang Hai was greeted by all the women—Feng Yunchen, Ai Xiaoxi, Qi Jie, Qi Ya, Azarina, Aphra, Dinah, Hilda, Becky, Sheila, Oshilia, Bridget, Janice… The sense of home here was stronger than anywhere else he'd ever lived—even Ice City.
He embraced each of them, ending with Darlene and Marianne before sinking into the sofa.
Now, apart from Qi Li and Pra Walton, the only woman not fully settled into Jiang Hai's "household" was Selena Gomez. But this place? It was definitely home.
Dinner that night was lively. Qi Ya cooked a feast, with help from Aphra and the others.
In their eyes, they were Jiang Hai's loyal maids. The others—Qi Jie, Qi Ya, Feng Yunchen, and Ai Xiaoxi—were closer to being concubines. So when the "concubines" cooked, the "maids" helped.
After the lavish meal came the real "main event." Feng Yunchen and Ai Xiaoxi led Jiang Hai to the bedroom, but not long after, the others followed—Qi Jie, Qi Ya, Aphra, and more.
"Uh… What's going on?"
Jiang Hai blinked, surprised by the crowd.
Qi Jie threw her shirt at him and leapt into his arms.
"You're lucky tonight,"
she whispered.
The others followed. In moments, twelve naked women surrounded Jiang Hai.
Ai Xiaoxi was the first to ride the wave.
Though Jiang Hai had barely slept the night before—between Pra Walton and Cheryl—this night made that look like a nap.
The moans began around 8 p.m. and didn't end until 4 a.m.
By the time Jiang Hai finally passed out, the room reeked of passion. He slept until 4 p.m. the next day—awakened not by sleep, but hunger.
Everyone else had long gone back to work—except Qi Jie, Qi Ya, Feng Yunchen, and Ai Xiaoxi, still asleep by his side.
As Jiang Hai hugged the four girls, they began to stir.
"You're finally awake. I thought you were going to sleep till tomorrow,"
Qi Jie teased, curling up beside him.
"If this happens every night, I might drop dead,"
Jiang Hai laughed, smacking her playfully.
Though it had been enjoyable, he was beginning to worry. Was the Dragon Ball messing with his mind? He couldn't resist women anymore. His instincts were growing too wild—almost dangerous.
"You're dreaming. We just missed you. But Feng and I talked. From now on, Xiaoya and I will sleep with you Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Feng and Xiaoxi will take Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. The others will rotate in."
Qi Jie tapped his chest with mock irritation.
"You're really lucky, you know that?"
To be continued…