Immortality Starts From Making Money.-Chapter 380: Two Steps Ahead.

"Young Master, just as you predicted, the various noble clans have begun to make their move," Broken Blade announced.

Seated comfortably inside his office, Mo Jian calmly lifted a porcelain cup and took a slow sip of spirit tea.

The fragrant steam curled gently in the air, yet his expression did not change in the slightest.

He had expected this outcome long ago.

The noble clans of every city had always operated in the same predictable manner.

Whenever something new appeared, they would first observe from a distance.

On the surface, they would pretend to ignore the rising trend, dismissing it as something trivial or insignificant.

However, behind the scenes, they would secretly begin their investigations.

They would carefully weigh every possible advantage and disadvantage. Once they determined that the opportunity was profitable, they would not hesitate to act.

At that moment, they would throw aside their previous indifference and rush in aggressively, fighting to claim their share of the profits.

But this time, they had moved too late.

Mo Jian set his teacup down gently.

His plan had already been completed long before the noble clans realized what was happening.

While they were still watching and waiting, he had already taken action.

Everything that needed to be acquired had already been acquired.

On the surface, it appeared as though they had only purchased three arenas within the city.

However, the truth was far from that..

Those three arenas were merely a façade.

Through various proxies and hidden transactions, Mo Jian had secretly acquired nearly every nearby store and building surrounding the arena locations.

Shops, restaurants, inns, warehouses, and empty lots, anything within the surrounding districts had quietly fallen under his control.

In addition to that, he had also purchased numerous buildings in the most populated areas of the middle district and the inner city.

His influence was spreading throughout the city at an astonishing pace.

Like invisible roots extending beneath the ground, his foundation was quietly growing stronger every day.

And now that the noble clans had finally noticed the golden opportunity hidden within the game of football, Mo Jian knew they would not remain idle any longer.

If they could not purchase the arenas themselves, they would inevitably attempt to buy the buildings surrounding them.

By doing so, they would try to dominate the surrounding markets and control the flow of business.

Unfortunately for them...

They were already too late.

"Continue monitoring their movements," Mo Jian said calmly. "We must not lower our guard."

Broken Blade nodded respectfully.

Although they had already predicted the noble clans’ reactions, it would be foolish to become complacent.

Compared to the powerful families that had ruled this city for generations, their current strength was still limited.

If they wished to survive and prosper here, they needed to rely on intelligence rather than brute force.

They had to stay one step ahead.

"How is the newspaper progressing?" Mo Jian asked.

Elder Bai Delan stroked his beard and smiled slightly before responding.

"Everything is proceeding according to plan, Young Master," he said. "Even those who cannot afford the arena entrance fees or the Game Replay Crystals are now able to learn about the matches through the newspaper."

"The spread of information has greatly increased public interest. Many citizens now follow the games closely, even if they cannot attend them in person."

Mo Jian nodded faintly.

This was precisely the effect he had hoped for.

The newspaper was not merely a source of news, it was a powerful tool for shaping public opinion.

After a moment of silence, Mo Jian spoke again.

"After today’s match, we will release the rumor."

His tone carried a subtle seriousness.

To fully establish football as a permanent fixture in the city, Mo Jian had already devised a plan that would force the noble clans to participate in the system he created.

If he allowed them to freely establish their own leagues or competing tournaments, the game would inevitably lose its original structure.

Sooner or later, it would be twisted beyond recognition.

The novelty that currently fascinated the entire city would slowly fade beneath the weight of greed.

To the noble clans, the game itself meant nothing.

What they truly cared about was profit.

As long as they could earn massive wealth in the short term, they would not care if the game became obsolete a few months later.

That outcome was unacceptable.

Mo Jian leaned back slightly in his chair, his eyes narrowing with determination.

To him, football was far more than entertainment.

It was a key.

A key that would allow him to spread his influence across the entire continent.

Through this game, he could build connections, shape markets, and gradually establish his power in countless cities.

And he would not allow any greedy clan to ruin that opportunity.

Mo Jian shifted his gaze toward Elder Bai Delan.

"Do we have enough inventory of the Moon Orbs and the No-Heat Stoves?"

"Yes, Young Master," Elder Bai replied confidently. "We currently have more than ten thousand units in storage."

Mo Jian nodded with satisfaction.

"Good."

"Tomorrow, we will begin selling the No-Heat Stoves in the outer city," he said. "In the inner city, both the Moon Orbs and the No-Heat Stoves will be available for purchase."

Upon hearing this plan, Broken Blade and Elder Bai exchanged a brief glance.

Neither of them spoke, but both clearly understood what would happen next.

Once these artifacts entered the market, it would cause another enormous sensation.

And with that sensation would come trouble.

Yet neither of them showed hesitation.

They had already prepared themselves for such situations.

After all, they had chosen to leave their homeland and journey across an unfamiliar continent.

Mo Jian observed their expressions and easily guessed what they were thinking.

Seeing the firmness in their eyes, he felt reassured.

This was precisely why he trusted them enough to reveal and distribute their advanced artifacts.

"Young Master," Elder Bai asked carefully, "what about the clans that are requesting cooperation with us?"

Mo Jian answered immediately.

"Ignore them."

Elder Bai was not surprised by this response.

Anyone with a bit of intelligence could see through the intentions of those so-called cooperative offers.

Those clans had no real interest in partnership.

They simply wanted access to their secrets.

Many people in the city already suspected that the Game Replay Crystal and the Times Newspaper were connected to Mo Jian’s organization.

However, they had no concrete evidence.

Thus, they were attempting to use cooperation as an excuse to infiltrate their inner circle.

Once inside, they would slowly investigate and uncover the truth.

Unfortunately for them, their plans were doomed to fail from the beginning.

Mo Jian had no intention of allowing such risks.

Just then, a gentle knock sounded on the office door.

Knock. Knock.

"Come in," Mo Jian said calmly.

Creak.

The door slowly opened, and Miss Yang stepped inside.

She respectfully bowed to everyone present in the room before speaking.

"Young Master, the preparations are complete," she said. "Shall we open the gates for the match?" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Today’s match was particularly anticipated.

The Fu Clan team would face the Red Serpent Gang in a football match.

News of the event had already spread throughout the entire city.

Outside the arena, thousands of citizens had gathered early in the morning.

Crowds stretched across the nearby streets as people waited eagerly for the gates to open.

Some were excited to watch the match.

Others had come simply to experience the lively atmosphere.

Vendors had already begun setting up stalls nearby, hoping to profit from the massive crowd.

The entire district buzzed with energy.

Mo Jian gave a slight nod.

"Yes," he said. "Proceed according to the plan."

Miss Yang lowered her head respectfully.

"Yes, Young Master."

With that, she turned and quietly left the room.

The door closed softly behind her.

Mo Jian stood up slowly from his seat.

His gaze drifted toward the window, where the distant cheers of the crowd could faintly be heard.

Broken Blade and Elder Bai also rose to their feet.

Mo Jian looked at the two seniors and spoke with calm confidence.

"Senior... it is time for us to make our move."