Chapter 255: Making a Friend

The middle-aged man hung up the phone not long after.

A man whose face was flushed and whose belly was protruding walked toward here.

Behind him followed two people, one tall and one short, with stern faces, exuding an unapproachable aura.

Soon, the three of them arrived here.

"Ah, what a pleasure, what a pleasure."

The leading man, smiling broadly, extended his hand toward Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng also extended his hand and shook it.

He could sense that the person before him bore no malice.

It seemed indeed as Ye Ying had said.

Even if those inside knew it was their doing, they wouldn't tear their faces over an ordinary person.

"I am surnamed Cong, given name Yu; may I ask, little brother, what is your honorable surname?"

"That... sorry, I cannot disclose it."

Jiang Cheng gave a faint smile.

"Hahaha."

Cong Yu was startled, then laughed, "No problem, no problem, I understand. Then I'll take advantage and call you 'brother'. This is your younger sister, right?"

Ye Ying's pupils narrowed, and a murderous glint appeared in his eyes.

The two behind Cong Yu immediately grew tense.

"Don't get worked up," Jiang Cheng quickly stepped forward, standing between them, "Brother, it's a misunderstanding; we're just friends."

"Oh, it's fine, it's fine."

Cong Yu quietly wiped a bead of sweat; after the earlier probing, he could roughly confirm that the woman before him was the Spiritual Thought Master who had killed his subordinate.

"Brother Cong, could you please appraise these Black Mane Pigs and tell me their value?"

Jiang Cheng shifted his stance and pointed to the row of game not far away.

"Sss…"

Apparently, from the phone call, he had already learned the situation.

Cong Yu couldn't help but gasp sharply, then glanced again at Jiang Cheng and Ye Ying.

Afterward, he stepped forward and examined each head carefully.

After a while, he looked up at Jiang Cheng, gave a thumbs‑up, and said, "Brother, your gunmanship is impressive; if I'm not mistaken, these ten Black Mane Pigs were all killed by the same firearm, and only one bullet was used."

Beside them, Ye Ying's gaze also fell on Jiang Cheng, his expression rather complex.

"Hehehe, Brother Cong, you're being modest; it's just skillful handling."

Jiang Cheng smiled indifferently, "Please, brother, give an estimate of the price."

"Price, easy to say."

Cong Yu lowered his head again, sweeping his gaze over the row of Black Mane Pigs on the ground, "These Black Mane Pigs are all in excellent condition; even the largest one could fetch 300,000 without issue. However, considering the incident this morning, which we admit was our fault, we can purchase these ten Black Mane Pigs at the highest buying price—300,000 each. I hope the two of you will not hold any grievance over this morning's matter."

"The incident this morning? I don't quite understand what you mean, Brother Cong."

Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "But how could we possibly have any complaints against you? Without you, we would have nowhere to sell the Exotic Beast Materials we hunt in the wild."

"Hahaha, brother, you make a good point. Fine, let the past be the past. I sincerely wish that every future outing you both take into the wild returns as abundantly as this time."

Cong Yu laughed even louder.

To the middle-aged man, this supervisor seemed to wield great authority, with Force Warriors guarding his comings and goings, his prestige at its peak.

But only he himself knew the pressure behind it.

Each month, the number of Exotic Beasts is measured by quotas—how many Third-tier Exotic Beasts, Fourth-tier Exotic Beasts, Fifth-tier Exotic Beasts. Failing to meet the targets means being kicked out. Want to loaf around? Only the people above him, the Wu Family, are entitled to that.

Thus he hoped for more hunters like Jiang Cheng to appear, delivering ten Fifth-tier Exotic Beasts at once, thereby fulfilling the Fifth-tier Exotic Beast quota.

"Brother, for these ten Black Mane Pigs I'll calculate at 300,000 each, total 3,000,000. Will you transfer or pay cash?"

"No rush, brother."

Jiang Cheng exchanged a glance with Ye Ying, "I heard you also buy back firearms here?"

"Exactly, brother, whatever amount you have, I will take it all."

Cong Yu said cheerfully.

The Wu Family founded White Pine Village, naturally keeping the most profitable enterprises firmly in their grasp.

Such as purchasing Exotic Beast Materials.

Firearms, Secret Medicine, Talismans, etc.

Only some entertainment venues—hotels, clubs, supermarkets, auto‑repair shops, and the like—are handed over to others.

However, don't underestimate the profit here; it's actually astonishing. Force Warriors who come here can, after making a decent sum, spend tens of thousands in a single night without issue.

The Wu Family doesn't really want to hand these things over, but as the saying goes, the jianghu isn't only about fighting; there are human relationships too. Wanting everything may end up with nothing.

After firearms are reclaimed, they are repaired, parts swapped, then taken to a gun shop and sold at brand‑new prices—pure profit with no effort.

"Brother, hold on a moment."

Jiang Cheng again took out seven or eight firearms from the pickup truck's cargo area.

Including boxes of ammunition.

"Brother, hold on, let me check."

Cong Yu said, picking up the guns on the ground and inspecting them one by one.

He began, "Brother, three of these guns are rather old, many components have deteriorated, while the others are in good condition. Yet, considering our good cooperation, I'll buy all these guns back at 70% of market price, total 900,000. That way I hardly make any profit, but it's fine; consider it a friendly gesture."

Since we gave a concession on the game.

Why not see it through and also make a concession on the firearms? Taking a loss is impossible; it's just earning a little less.

But building a good relationship with a master like the one before us, especially since there's also a Spiritual Thought Master, won't be a disadvantage.

Jiang Cheng felt a surge of joy and hurried, "Thanks, brother."

"You're welcome, Hope we can continue cooperating next time," Cong Yu laughed.

Soon, 3.9 million yuan was deposited into the two of their accounts.

Split fifty‑fifty, each received 1.95 million.

Ye Ying was momentarily stunned.

Including the 300,000 from the morning, her account already neared 2.3 million.

It's already enough to buy an A-level Psychic Weapon.

Before coming here, she had prepared to take a week to earn this money, but in less than a day she managed to save it.

She couldn't help feeling a bit impulsive.

If she saved another few hundred thousand, could she then buy the best A-level Psychic Weapon? Even a Level 10 Force Warrior could be hurt.

If… if she added a bit more money, could she then buy an S-level Psychic Weapon?

That would be a weapon that can even hurt a Grandmaster! In comparison, Jiang Cheng remained much more composed.

It's only a little over two million; it's still far from the ten‑million target.

(End of chapter)