Chapter 6 Handling of Inheritance

Pushing the study door open again, everything inside remained unchanged: the evil ritual on the ground, the burnt candles, the bound corpse of Old Morgan, and the slightly open curtains, all preserved as they were, waiting for Tang Qi's handling.

Although he had complete control over this body now, he was still unable to change some of the original owner's habits.

Tang Qi subconsciously walked over and sat down in the high-back chair behind the desk, his mind automatically beginning to think of solutions.

His current situation was that of a teenager without any support. Although he was a wealthy second-generation, he seemed to find no one he could trust in his memories, and apart from his deceased parents, the original owner apparently had no other relatives.

Inheriting Tang Steel Company was evidently not something a young man who knew nothing could manage well, and the same went for other belongings which felt like a tangled mess.

More urgently, the matter of Old Morgan's corpse needed to be dealt with.

As for the Samra family's revenge, it could be postponed for a while according to Old Morgan's diary.

"Disposing of the body is easy, after all, Old Morgan had already prepared his own death method and the necessary documents to facilitate his plot to kill the original owner and take over the body; I just need to sign a document to cremate him as an accidental or natural death."

"The company and wealth are a bit troublesome. Although most of the shares have already been inherited by the original owner, a significant portion is still dispersed among others, and the current leaders of the company are obviously not going to accept the leadership of a kid."

"But at my current age, it's not like I should start working. If this were a world like Previous Earth it might have been fine, but as it stands, this is a seemingly calm but secretly terrifying world where Extraordinary Power is ready to burst forth."

"What I want to do now is to enter the real Extraordinary Domain, to obtain those legendary powers, and if possible, find a way back."

"Solving everything perfectly, buying time to grow, and not raising any suspicion is proving to be troublesome."

Tang Qi had a slight headache, he rubbed his brow and his gaze unintentionally swept across the desk.

On the desk, there were some books, several pen holders and other decorative items, an exquisite lamp, and an old-fashioned rotary dial telephone, which looked very ancient to Tang Qi.

Next to the telephone was a small notebook.

According to memory, the notebook was left by the original owner's parents, containing several important phone numbers, mostly those of business partners.

"Hmm!"

An idea seemed to strike Tang Qi, a flash of insight passed through him.

He hesitated for a moment, then with a resolved expression, he immediately reached out and took the small notebook.

Opening it, he quickly found a name following the memory.

"Ronald Kerry, the second-largest shareholder of Tang Steel Company, also a city councilor of Messer City, a shareholder of multiple companies, with significant influence in the city, a real big shot who has been actively promoting the establishment of the Messer City Steel Association and competing for the position of its president."

"Such a big shot should be able to perfectly handle all the bothersome affairs for me and satisfy a few small requests."

With a thought, Tang Qi moved the telephone over, slender and fair fingers touched it, dialing the numbers from the notebook, one by one.

Drip!

Drip, drip!

It wasn't long before the receiver came alive with a "click", a voice came through: "Hello, this is Mr. Ronald's office. May I ask...?"

Hearing the query, Tang Qi immediately replied: "Hello, I'm Tang Qi, I need to speak with Mr. Ronald."

After a pause, Tang Qi added: "My parents and Mr. Ronald have been partners for many years, please let me speak with Mr. Ronald for a moment."

"Okay, please hold."

There was a brief silence on the other end, then a formulaic female voice responded, following which the only sound was that of what seemed like high heels tapping on the floor.

After a while, the receiver was picked up, and a steady voice came through: "Little guy, I'm very sorry about your predicament. I've been friends with your parents for many years, if there's anything you need help with, just ask."

Hearing this voice, Tang Qi's mind conjured an image of a well-dressed, composed middle-aged gentleman, a big shot who spoke and acted appropriately and could inspire trust in many people, including the original owner.

Unfortunately, Tang Qi was not so easily fooled.

Based on fragmented memories of this person, Tang Qi could easily tell that he was dealing with a Heroic Level figure, powerful in both business and politics. If one were to think of taking advantage based on his composed demeanor, it would undoubtedly come with a hefty price.

The original owner's prior idea was to entrust Ronald Kerry with the shares of Tang Steel Company and then live off the dividends.

It was a nice thought, but reality could be cruel.

If he really did that, within a few years after receiving dividends a few times, Tang Steel Company would completely become Mr. Ronald's possession, and the original owner would have nothing.

Business is just that ruthless.

Not to mention that the original owner's parents didn't have a particularly deep relationship with this person to begin with; even if they did, with the death of the parents, these connections might have evaporated, ultimately boiling down to interests.

Of course, understanding the situation does not mean Tang Qi can compete with this person.

Even if he exerted only a little energy and strength, they are not on the same level.

Fortunately, this time, Tang Qi's intention was not to take advantage, precisely, he came to give money.

"Uncle Ronald, I indeed need your help with two things."

"Oh, tell me."

Tang Qi could imagine the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone probably wearing a slight smile, patiently dealing with him like a little brat.

He also smiled faintly, without any pleasantries, directly stated his intentions through the phone.

"I heard you own an auction house, I want to commission you to auction off all the inheritance I received, except for the villa I live in, including company shares, real estate, mines, just sell them all."

"..."

After Tang Qi finished speaking, there was silence on the other end for a moment, then a slightly fluctuating voice came through.

"Little guy, are you sure? These are all left by your father, although auctioning them will temporarily bring a large sum of wealth, the losses will be greater, maybe think it over again."

Gently advising, almost a perfect elder.

However, Tang Qi didn't appreciate it, simply replied: "Uncle Ronald, I understand your good intentions, but my ambitions are not here, and I can't cope with these, better to convert them into Divine Eagle Gold Coins, leaving everything in your hands, Uncle Ronald."

"Also, besides this, there are two small matters I'd like to trouble Uncle Ronald with..."

"Since you've thought it through, I will not persuade you further, stay at home for a few minutes, I'll take care of everything for you."

...

After hanging up the phone, Tang Qi stood up.

He went straight to get some cleaning tools and swiftly cleaned up all traces of the Soul Swapping Ceremony on the floor, looked one more time at Old Morgan on the floor, coldly smiled, and took off the ropes from his body.

After everything was handled, Tang Qi washed his hands, returned to the living room, brewed a pot of tea, and quietly waited.

Just about ten minutes later, Tang Qi heard a bell ringing outside the villa.

He put down the teacup, went to the door and opened the large iron gate, a very inconspicuous black sedan appeared, the car door opened, and a middle-aged man and two men in black clothes got out. The middle-aged man was dressed in a suit, looking all smart and sharp.

After seeing Tang Qi, the man came over and slightly bowed, saying, "Mr. Tang, Mr. Ronald sent us."

Tang Qi glanced at the three people, nodded faintly, and said: "Old Morgan is in my study, you go take him down, as per his hometown's customs, cremate him and scatter the ashes into the sea. Poor old man, suffered a sudden illness, left too soon, may he rest in peace."

"Yes!"

After agreeing, the two men in black clothes moved quickly, knowing the location of the study, and in less than a minute, they moved Old Morgan's completely stiff corpse down and stuffed it into the sedan.

By this time, Tang Qi had come out again, holding a stack of documents, apparently all signed, handed them directly to the astute middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took them without even a glance, stowed them away, then respectfully smiled at Tang Qi, saying, "Mr. Tang, the goods you requested will be sent over in three days, please check for their arrival, we take our leave now."

Hearing this, Tang Qi nodded faintly, said a slow goodbye, and then turned back into the villa.

After a round of inspection, he returned to the study.

The room, which had a somewhat horror-filled atmosphere, indeed looked much cleaner now.

Without Old Morgan's body, everything seemed perfect.

Tang Qi walked to the windowsill, watching the departing figures, and exhaled a breath.

From today, he will have lost all his "inheritance," except for the villa he currently resides in.

Just a moment ago, he had delegated all property documents to Ronald's subordinates, nominally to have Ronald auction them, but Tang Qi was very aware that this was actually his initiative to sell Tang Steel Company and some subsidiary properties directly to Ronald.

For Tang Qi, it meant directly cashing out a large sum of wealth.

For Ronald, though, the significance was much greater. While it wouldn't allow his Steel Association plans to be completed, pushing forward the progress and adding some stakes was no problem.

For this, Ronald also helped Tang Qi with two small favors.

The first was to handle Old Morgan's body, Tang Qi could have done it himself, but it would be troublesome, possibly even dealing with police inquiries, but it's much simpler for a big shot like Ronald, especially since Old Morgan had already prepared his "way of death," extremely easy.

As for the second favor, it will be disclosed after three days.

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