Chapter 165

Li Banfeng was laughed at by Pan Dehai: "Old Pan, if I hand over the prescription to you today, can you guarantee that the insect disaster will be brought under control?"

Pan Dehai sighed and said: "How to use this prescription and where to use it still needs to be discussed in the long run."

"No!" Li Banfeng knew this old thing had more tricks up his sleeve. "There's no time to discuss in the long run. Find medicinal materials, prepare the medicine, kill the insects; as fast as possible, the better."

"Currently, there are disputes everywhere in Toudao Ridge, and the allocation of medicinal materials is feared to be inconvenient. We must wait for the storm in Toudao Ridge to subside before making plans."

Toudao Ridge was the transportation hub of Haichi Ridge. Under normal circumstances, the allocation of medicinal materials must indeed pass through Toudao Ridge.

But Pan Dehai had special means; why didn't he use them?

"Why don't you allocate medicinal materials in the New Land? The local gods in various places should be able to help you."

Pan Dehai shook his head: "This is an internal matter of Haichi Ridge; it shouldn't trouble others."

What kind of talk is this?

"Didn't you just say fight together? Didn't you want to lead the insect disaster to other places before? Why don't you want to trouble others now?"

Pan Dehai shook his head again: "It was only because of this helpless move that I wanted to let all places work together. Now that there is already a response strategy, we should naturally discuss it in the long run."

Actually, Pan Dehai's thinking was very clear and not contradictory at all.

He was very willing to spread the insect disaster and drag everyone into the water.

He was not willing to let other local gods intervene in Haichi Ridge.

The insect disaster had to be controlled, but the premise was that it couldn't shake his status in Haichi Ridge.

Li Banfeng understood his thinking: "If you are so protective of yourself, then the prescription can't be given to you."

Pan Dehai's face sank: "Young man, I didn't hear clearly what you just said."

Li Banfeng repeated it again: "This prescription won't be given to you."

"If you don't give me the prescription, what will you use to save the disaster?"

"I'll go find the peddler; the peddler will definitely have a way to allocate medicinal materials. You don't want to control the insect disaster, so I'll find someone to help you control it."

Pan Dehai stared at Li Banfeng and said slowly: "Do you believe I can keep you from leaving Haichi Ridge? Do you believe I can keep you in Laobing Village!"

Li Banfeng said expressionlessly: "I believe it. Come on."

"You are so arrogant." Pan Dehai was angry.

The Wine Gourd was also very nervous.

Is this little brother crazy?

Why does he keep provoking the local god?

She kept rubbing against Li Banfeng, but Li Banfeng ignored her completely.

He was indeed crazy.

Opposite him was the strongest existence in Haichi Ridge; even if Li Banfeng said a soft word...

If he really said a soft word, he would be dead for sure.

Pan Dehai was best at manipulating other people's humbleness, guilt, and cowardice.

The Wine Gourd suddenly thought of this layer and stopped rubbing against Li Banfeng.

This was the correct way to negotiate with Pan Dehai.

This little brother was crazy, but he didn't do anything wrong.

Pan Dehai also slowly calmed down.

Although he was angry, he hadn't lost his reason.

The cultivation level was invisible; he really didn't know what level this young man in front of him was.

He could probe, and he could actually make Li Banfeng lose consciousness with just one look, but he didn't do so.

This person was sent by Old Yao, and judging by his tone, he also had a close relationship with the peddler.

It wasn't worth it to offend Old Yao for his sake, and it was even less worth it to offend the peddler.

After thinking it over, Pan Dehai nodded: "Fine, I'll allocate medicinal materials from the New Land and start controlling the insects immediately."

"You write a note." Li Banfeng took out paper and pen.

Old Pan glanced at the white paper on the table, unable to suppress the anger in his heart, and roared: "This is a contract!"

"It is a contract," Li Banfeng nodded. "Do you want to go back on your word?"

This was a contract paper refined from Liu Liangyi's contract; although it came from Honglian, the level might not be enough.

Regardless of whether it was enough, he would use it first.

Pan Dehai was speechless, wrote the contract, pressed his handprint, and turned to ask Li Banfeng: "It wasn't easy for you to come here; I plan to give you a magic treasure as a reward."

Li Banfeng didn't want a magic treasure, but before he could speak, Pan Dehai had already taken it out.

He took out a folding fan, red-boned and white-faced, over a foot long, carrying a faint ink fragrance.

Pan Dehai said to Li Banfeng: "This fan has followed me for many years and is soaked in the aura of holy virtue. Usually, when held in the hand, it is a good weapon for both offense and defense."

"In three rounds of fighting, it can make the enemy submit to the aura of holy virtue, and their combat power will be sharply reduced."

To put it bluntly, it was the most common means of a virtue cultivator, making the opponent feel self-blame and guilt, and having scruples when attacking.

It was an interesting magic treasure.

"How much will it be reduced?"

"It depends on the enemy's level, and it also depends on your own cultivation. Most importantly, it depends on the depth of your virtue. It can't be explained in a few words; you need to comprehend it yourself."

The so-called depth of virtue depended on the height of the moral position you were in.

"What is the cost of this magic treasure?" Li Banfeng hadn't forgotten this matter.

"You need to practice with this precious fan, meditating on the thoughts of holy virtue, for at least three hours every day."

Meditate?

Staring at a fan for three hours every day?

The cost wasn't high, and it didn't conflict with residential cultivation, but Li Banfeng was somewhat resistant, though this wasn't the point.

After sending out the magic treasure, Pan Dehai said goodbye and left: "Go back and tell Old Yao that I accept this favor."

Li Banfeng didn't leave Haichi Ridge; he still couldn't trust Pan Dehai.

He returned to the Suishenju and took ten portions of insect medicine.

The record player smelled a strange scent and asked: "Hey~ husband, what did you bring back?"

The folding fan opened its fan face and bowed to the record player: "I am the fan of the holy virtue cultivator; I have met the Madam."

The voice sounded like a young man. The record player snorted coldly: "It looks like it knows the rules, but this voice is a bit muddled."

The fan was startled, cleared its throat, and said: "It's cold these past two days; I must have caught a cold."

"A cold? It seems it really is a cold; the nasal sound is so heavy." The Lady smiled.

She was reminding Li Banfeng that this folding fan's voice had an echo.

Why was there an echo?

Because there was another mystery inside the fan bones.

Just as Yao Lao said, Pan Dehai's magic treasure might have a recording function. This folding fan was embedded with other things, which Li Banfeng couldn't distinguish, but it couldn't escape the Lady's ears.

The fan was very nervous and hurriedly changed the subject: "The master's residence is truly a world of its own."

"Not bad, right?" Li Banfeng smiled. "I'll take you to see other places."

"Very good." The fan hurriedly agreed; it wanted to collect more information.

The record player complained: "Husband, you're still taking him to see other places?"

She was worried that Li Banfeng didn't understand her hint.

Li Banfeng didn't seem to understand at all.

He took the fan to the outer room: "What do you think?"

"Strange, wonderful, the layout is so exquisite. I don't know what the name of this residence is."

"Don't ask about the name. Hurry up and meet the Second Madam."

Li Banfeng took the fan to Honglian, and Honglian slowly opened her petals.

"What level of magic treasure is this?" The folding fan was very surprised, wishing it could record every detail of Honglian.

Li Banfeng smiled: "You'll know in a while. Alian, refine him."

Refine him?

Before the fan could figure out Li Banfeng's meaning, the lotus heart had already stirred up a whirlwind.

Refine him meant to return to the furnace and rebuild.

By the time the fan woke up, it was too late: "Master, why treat me like this? I wanted to serve you wholeheartedly; why treat me like this!"

The fan was collected into the lotus heart, and the wailing stopped abruptly.

A layer of white mist seeped out from the gourd's body, even more than the sweat just now.

This madman, he really is a madman...

*Chi chi~*

The record player smiled: "Little sister, don't be afraid. Our man has this kind of temper; sometimes even I can't figure him out."

Li Banfeng touched the gourd, wiped away her sweat, brought the medicinal powder, and left the Suishenju.

He handed the medicinal powder to Niu Fuzhi, and Niu Fuzhi was extremely grateful.

"Benefactor, what do you want? As long as we have it, just speak!"

Li Banfeng said: "There is actually something I'd like to ask for your help with. You said before that there was a Mitang Village still selling wine; I want to go over and take a look."

He didn't want to buy wine; he wasn't short of wine to drink.

He wanted to see if that village could still hold on.

If Old Pan refused to save the disaster, he would find a way to save it himself.

If Lu Dongjun's side really had results, that would be even better. No matter who it was, the disaster had to be ended as soon as possible.

Lu Dongjun arrived at the Jiangyuan Tannery. This tannery was originally the Ma family's industry, which had accidentally gone bankrupt during the insect disaster, and now belonged to Lu Dongjun.

Lu Dongjun still disguised himself as a guard and entered the manager's office.

The manager was sitting behind the desk, and a spring-driven record player was playing a song called "Taiping Chun".

"The beautiful night is like day, the new moon is like a hook, the sounds of joy are boiling in the four seas..."

A very festive song, but there was no joy on the manager's face.

The tannery had only been open for two days, and because the insect disaster had made a comeback, the manager was considering whether to stop work.

Seeing someone push the door and walk in, the manager was very unhappy and asked: "Who is it? What are you doing? So disrespectful!"

Lu Dongjun came to the manager: "I'm someone from the Lu Lu Er Ye's side; the Lu Lu Er Ye sent me to collect debts."

"Collect debts?" The manager was stunned for a long time.

Lu Dongjun was also prepared, knowing that he couldn't collect money just by empty words, and took out a document and handed it to the manager: "This is our Lu Lu Er Ye's order."

This was indeed written by Lu Dongjun himself. The manager took it, scanned it casually, and returned the order to Lu Dongjun.

"I don't know where you got this order, but I think the Lu Lu Er Ye of the Lu family wouldn't write such a thing."

Lu Dongjun stared: "Are you saying this order of mine is fake?"

The manager smiled: "What if it's real? This factory already belongs to the Shen family. You're holding Lu Dongjun's order and coming here to collect what debts?"

"Belongs to the Shen family? Which Shen family?"

The manager frowned: "Is this something you should ask? You came to cheat money, and you didn't even find out the way before coming. You should at least read the newspaper more."

After speaking, the manager threw a newspaper to Lu Dongjun.

On the second page of the newspaper, there was a piece of news: Lu Dongjun sold the Jiangyuan Tannery to Shen Rongqing, accompanied by a photo of the two shaking hands.

Shen Rongqing was a woman in her twenties, very pretty, but Lu Dongjun had never seen her.

Where did this photo come from?

When did I shake hands with this woman?

When did I sell the factory to her?

I gave the order to only sell shares, not the factory!

"The contract? Where is your contract for buying the factory?" Lu Dongjun glared at the tannery manager.

The manager's face sank: "If you're out mixing for a meal, you have to have some sense of proportion. You've already been exposed, so what are you making a scene for? Before I call someone over to beat you up, get out of here as far as you can..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Dongjun stepped forward and pinched the manager's neck: "I'm asking you where the contract is?"

The manager couldn't speak; he was someone without cultivation.

Lu Dongjun tried his best to restrain himself, but he didn't hold back his strength, and pinched this manager to death.

"The thousand mountains compete for beauty, the hundred waters compete for flow, the colorful candles burn high, the clear and peaceful music plays..."

The record player's singing didn't stop. Lu Dongjun threw the manager aside and pondered where the contract was kept.

The contract wasn't in the factory at all.

In the manager's office, there was a secret compartment. Lu Dongjun found over 160 silver dollars in the secret compartment.

This was the entire harvest of Lu Dongjun's trip.

Lu Dongjun threw the silver dollars on the ground, scattering them everywhere.

After a while, he lowered his head and picked them up again.

He didn't have much cash on him, and he couldn't withdraw the bank checks. Lu Dongjun didn't expect that he would ever be short of money.

He collected the silver dollars and left the Jiangyuan Tannery.

Half an hour later, He Jiaqing, lying on the hospital bed, received the news: the manager of the Jiangyuan Tannery was dead.

Hearing the sound of the fight at the scene, He Jiaqing determined the opponent's identity.

The nurse had been sitting by the bed, making He Jiaqing somewhat embarrassed.

Why is this auntie staring at me today?

Almost forgot, she's supposed to wipe my body in a while; she seems to like this process quite a bit.

He Jiaqing opened his eyes suddenly, and the nurse suddenly fainted.

He sat up and whispered: "Tell my father, Lu Dongjun has been found."

"What about the people from other families?"

"No need to bother with them; the only one who really wants Lu Dongjun's life is my father."

PS: Banfeng is just this kind of temper; sometimes even I can't figure him out.

(End of chapter)