Chapter 26: The All-Powerful One (Third Update—Please Bookmark and Recommend)

"A kindred spirit indeed!"

If Li Yi'an knew that Song Chengjun had assessed him in such a way, he would certainly have given him a double thumbs-up; this was, without a doubt, a soulmate.

Bright sunlight filtered through the window into the room. Li Yi'an, exhausted from a long night of labor, had already awakened. The scent of perfume lingering by his side drew his gaze, revealing long, tawny wavy hair spread across the white cotton sheets. Looking further down, the sight of the undulating curves beneath the fabric was enough to stir anyone's imagination.

"Smack!"

With a firm tap on the shapely buttocks hidden beneath the sheet, a blonde beauty emerged from within. She opened her eyes, glanced at the man, and broke into a radiant smile.

"Darling, you’ve worn me out. I’m so tired, let me sleep a little longer..."

With that, she drifted back to sleep.

Li Yi'an looked at the woman on the bed, shook his head helplessly, and muttered, "Fine, keep sleeping then."

Before leaving, he took two ten-dollar bills from his wallet. After a brief thought, he swapped them for a single Franklin. One had to admit, foreign beauties were passionate and remarkably proactive—they were certainly worth the price.

He was a wealthy man now; he didn't mind the expense.

He had even forgotten how he had brought her home. He had been bored the previous night and went to a bar. After ordering a drink and watching a rather dull performance, the woman had sat down beside him. They drank and chatted, and eventually, she invited him to a casino. He had naturally declined; compared to playing poker at a table, he preferred playing "poker" in a bedroom. The woman hadn't refused, and the two had been at it all night long.

Exhaustion aside, there was serious work to be done. After all, he was in a period of rapid career growth, and business had to come first.

His so-called business was, of course, using his spatial ability to smuggle goods.

Taking a hotel car, Li Yi'an arrived at the designated warehouse. Just as originally agreed, the warehouse doors were locked tight, and there wasn't even a guard in sight. According to their agreement, once the sugar was delivered, the transporters would leave.

To prevent any sabotage by American merchants, no one involved—except for Song Chengjun himself—knew who the buyer of the sugar was.

Entering the warehouse, he looked at the mountains of cane sugar stacked inside.

"System," Li Yi'an whispered.

A light screen flashed, and he tapped on the storage icon.

"Temporarily increase storage volume?"

"Yes."

After the transaction, his storage capacity increased by 50%, reaching a full 1,140 cubic meters.

"Upload cargo!"

Accompanied by a white glow, the sacks of cane sugar began to vanish into the spatial storage. Although this wasn't his first time uploading large quantities of goods, seeing over a thousand tons vanish into thin air still left him amazed.

"This isn't just a system; it's the ultimate moving assistant!"

More than just moving, it was a complete sweep.

The warehouse, which had been packed to the brim, became empty in no time. Looking at the vacant space, Li Yi'an snapped his fingers triumphantly.

"Job done!"

The car was waiting outside. As he climbed in, the driver asked, "Sir, back to the hotel, or...?"

Li Yi'an replied directly, "To the airport!"

As the car headed toward the airport, the blonde woman in the room at the National Hotel finally let out a lazy yawn. With a charming pout and a smirk playing on her lips, she muttered to herself, "That guy... where did he go?"

The emptiness of the room left her feeling a bit bewildered. Just then, she noticed a hundred-dollar bill and a note on the bedside table.

"Room fee settled. Thank you for a wonderful night."

The woman’s expression turned complex instantly; it was hard to tell if she was on the verge of tears or laughter. Staring at the Franklin on the nightstand, she ruffled her hair and sighed, "I actually got played..."

Looking frustrated and indignant, she added, "That guy, he just ran off. Really... it's infuriating!"

...

When the plane landed in New York once again, Li Yi'an had already had a good sleep. As the flight attendant announced the upcoming arrival, he looked through the porthole and saw the Statue of Liberty. As the plane adjusted its course, the skyscrapers of Manhattan came into view.

This was New York!

A place filled with opportunity and wealth!

Looking at the metropolis beneath the wing, a spark of excitement ignited in Li Yi'an’s eyes!

All the wealth and opportunity here belonged to him!

Exhilarating!

A few hours later, Li Yi'an truly learned what "exhilarating" meant—a group of burly men, armed with Tommy guns, had arrived in cars and trucks to completely surround his company.

Had he run into a robbery?

As he stood there in confusion, Anastasia stepped out of a car, looking somewhat agitated. "Li, was what Zhu said on the phone true? Do you really have 1,300 tons of sugar?"

...

Looking at the group of toughs behind him and the scene before him, Li Yi'an was speechless.

"Anastasia, are you planning to rob a bank?"

"No," Anastasia replied flatly. "We aren't here to rob a bank; we are here to protect you. My God, I truly wonder how you’ve survived this long, my friend."

He pointed toward the warehouse as he spoke. "Do you realize that if word got out that you have thousands of tons of sugar in your warehouse, every thief, thug, and bandit in New York would be here to ransack it, my friend!"

As Anastasia walked inside, he explained, "Cars—perhaps no one would care, because the channels to fence them are limited. But sugar is different. Sugar is all-powerful. A few pounds of sugar can get you into a woman's bed; a few dozen pounds can make a grocery store owner beam with joy as he hands you cash. If you have hundreds of pounds, every bakery and dessert shop owner in New York will treat you like God. And if you have thousands of pounds, every food factory owner will see you as their savior..."

Anastasia's exaggerated words made Li Yi'an feel it was all a bit absurd. It was just sugar—did it really warrant such a fuss?

The next moment, Anastasia stopped talking. His eyes were fixed entirely on the mountain of sacks. Even through the burlap, he could smell the sweet fragrance permeating the air.

This was, without a doubt, the sweetest smell in the world.