Chapter 398: The Complexity of Human Hearts

398. Chapter 398: Human Hearts Are Complex

Gu Zhangjun's voice still echoed inside the house.

"When Jiang Cheng was with third brother, he could bring the third brother hundreds to thousands of ten‑thousands of income in a single day. It was for that reason that third brother spared no expense in training him. The result, however, is that you, big brother, have taken the peach."

"As far as I know, he can now use a few portions of medicinal herbs to refine an entire furnace of Top‑grade Awakening Pills. One Top‑grade Awakening Pill is worth a million. Even if we count the cost of a furnace of pills at half, the profit per furnace is five hundred thousand. With four or five furnaces a day, the profit would be two to three tens of millions, wouldn't it?"

"Fifth brother, where did you hear all this? How come I didn't know this existed?" Gu Zhanglin laughed.

He appears harmless to both man and beast, but inside he wishes he could tear this kid to pieces.

To be honest, he really didn't expect the opponent to strike on this day; he had thought the opponent had already given up and no longer plotted against Jiang Cheng.

"Big brother, you don't need to test me; under the heavens, there is no wall that doesn't let wind through." Gu Zhangjun smiled smugly, knowing that his big brother must hate him to death at this moment, yet his own heart also hated the other party to death.

Because if Gu Zhanglin hadn't intercepted midway, Jiang Cheng would already be in his hands now.

In other words, the one counting money every day would be him.

During that time he even considered methods, even sending people to infiltrate; even if he couldn't snatch Jiang Cheng, killing him would suffice. But that place is heavily guarded; even a mosquito flying in can't escape detection.

He also pleaded with his father Gu Tianyuan, hoping the latter could intervene and bring the person in; naturally the father refused, after all it was Gu Zhanglin, not the other sons.

Thus, helplessly, Gu Zhangjun could only wait until today to speak of this matter, intending to disgust Gu Zhanglin; what he can't obtain, the latter shouldn't think of getting either.

Sure enough, after these words were spoken, they immediately resonated with many members of the Gu family present.

"Zhanglin, is what Zhangjun said true? That refining alchemist named Jiang Cheng is really that formidable?"

"To achieve a 100% profit margin on Awakening Pills, even among our Gu family's refining alchemists, there are few who could do that, right?"

"Indeed, even with Fourth‑grade Reviving Pills, earning five to six hundred million a month is hard."

"Someone like that should be promoted into the family to serve the clan."

"Yes, yes."

Everyone nodded enthusiastically.

No wonder some of them felt that Gu Zhanglin had become richer than before.

Seeing others make money while they lose money feels even worse, especially since they're younger.

That kid named Jiang Cheng, if he stays with Gu Zhanglin, can only earn money for the latter; but if promoted into the family, he would earn for the entire Gu family. Those of us hold shares and can split the profits proportionally, so even a fool knows which choice to make.

Gu Zhanglin's complexion instantly turned sour, and he flatly denied it.

Yet the more he denied, the less likely the crowd would let him off.

"Zhanglin, if we just say that, it's meaningless; whether this person exists or not, we'll know when we go to your place."

"Yes, Zhanglin, as the saying goes, a righteous person fears no crooked shadow. Dare you let us go there? Right now, if this doesn't exist, we'll apologize to you."

"Exactly, Zhanglin, you're also a part of the Gu family; why do you think only of taking the benefits for yourself? Moreover, I heard Zhangjun say that person was also taken from Changkong by you. By doing this, aren't you a bit ungrateful to Changkong? Hahaha," the speaker laughed.

Gu Zhangjun looked at the scene with smug satisfaction.

Indeed, this is the result he wanted to see.

Patriarch of Gu Family Gu Tianyuan also watched quietly. Honestly, a monthly income of five to six hundred million made even him a little tempted, but as the family head and Gu Zhanglin's father, he couldn't just demand his son hand over a person, could he? If this got out, what would others say?

If Gu Zhanglin were now willing to hand the person over, that would be ideal, for anyone can see that such a talent's achievements won't stop here.

Now it's five to six hundred million a month.

In the future? It could be eight or nine, even over a billion.

Gu Zhanglin's heart burned with anger.

He usually dislikes these elders in the clan, each like a pest rooted in the Gu family's great tree, greedily sucking nutrients.

But he's not the family head, and the Gu family places great emphasis on hierarchical order, so he endured silently; yet today, these people actually set their sights on him.

"Fifth brother, why did I bring him under my command? Others don't know the reason; aren't you still unclear? If it weren't for you repeatedly sending people to Outer City District to kill him, would Third brother have been willing to hand the person over to me?"

"What, is that really the case?"

"Is it true or false?"

The members of the Gu family, one by one, turned their gaze back to Gu Zhangjun.

"Someone of such talent, and you sent people to kill him?" "Big brother, you can eat meals carelessly, but you can't speak carelessly. You say I sent people to kill him—do you have evidence?" Gu Zhangjun was not flustered at all.

"Whether there's evidence, you don't understand in your heart."

"Sorry, big brother, I truly don't know."

Gu Zhangjun shrugged, "And this matter has nothing to do with what we're discussing now. What we're discussing is that you should hand this person over to serve the family, not just you."

"You!"

These words left Gu Zhanglin speechless.

"Indeed, Zhanglin, I think Zhangjun's words have merit. Even if we step back ten thousand steps, if you personally cultivated this person, that's one thing, but since Changkong cultivated him, you should hand him over to the family," an elder said.

Gu Zhanglin's complexion turned sour again.

The speaker was from his grandfather's generation; though not very capable, his position stood, and even if they cursed him pointing at his nose, he had to endure, otherwise it would be disobedient and unfilial.

With the elder's words, others felt greatly encouraged and echoed in agreement.

Although many of them received a decent share, it's still better than watching all that money fall into Gu Zhanglin's sole hands.

Gu Zhanglin felt extremely aggrieved.

After waiting a long time without hearing his father speak, his heart instantly understood the other's meaning.

It seems even his own father doesn't want to see him earn so much money.

But handing Jiang Cheng over is also impossible; after struggling to get a money tree, hoping for another may not happen.

(End of Chapter)