[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-pure-yang":3,"chapter-pure-yang-pure-yang-chapter-44":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Pure Yang!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2267144,4427,"Chapter 44: Yu Doesn't Eat Fish, Jiang Hu's Talisman","pure-yang-chapter-44",44,"\u003Cp>Taoyuan Square, the night was dim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fanfan, good morning!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he entered, Wen He held out a freshly brewed cup of coffee and smiled sweetly at Zhang Fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wen-jie, that was He Fei just now—what did he come here for?” Zhang Fan leaned in, unable to resist asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Negotiating business… He ordered the iron pot ash we bought earlier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Wen He glanced at Jiang Hu beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, Boss says add twenty jin of carbon powder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?” Zhang Fan froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How much does carbon powder cost per jin? Jiang Hu’s iron pot ash sells for five thousand yuan per jin—twenty jin of carbon powder equals a pure profit of one hundred thousand yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… is a bit conscienceless…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss says, if you lose money, you can earn it back; but if you lose your conscience, you’ll earn even more…” Wen He patted Jiang Hu’s head: “Remember to follow through.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, that’s ruthless,” Zhang Fan muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wen-jie, I heard the He family’s business is huge—why would He Fei come in person just to buy pot ash?” Zhang Fan said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He has a company in Taoyuan Square—on the thirteenth floor…” Wen He smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A slimming and aesthetic clinic called ‘Sow,’ business is booming—his monthly profit equals our entire company’s annual income…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sow? Thirteenth floor?” Zhang Fan pondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Tiantian works on the thirteenth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He just dropped by today…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, Wen He patted Zhang Fan’s head, as if seeing through his thoughts, and reassured him gently: “Fanfan, don’t worry—Old Yu’s messes are invisible to everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan exhaled, then turned to Yu Fu: “Old Yu, I’m treating you to lunch today—there’s a new place downstairs serving spicy pepper fish head. Want to go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he spoke, the entire office fell into deathly silence. Wen He stared blankly at Zhang Fan; Jiang Hu wore a strange expression…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Old Yu, his eyes bulged, he shot Zhang Fan a furious glare, dropped the newspaper he was reading, let out a cold snort, rose from his desk, and walked out the company door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did I say something wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan looked bewildered, glancing between Wen He and Jiang Hu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I forgot to tell you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen He looked apologetic, whispering: “Old Yu doesn’t eat fish…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?” Zhang Fan blinked, as if not processing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What does that mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Taboo… Old Yu doesn’t just avoid fish—he won’t even tolerate anyone mentioning it. No spicy pepper fish head, no squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, no scallion-braised yellow croaker, no crispy fried flounder, no spicy fish scales… none of it.” Wen He swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Yu has this taboo? But he reacted so strongly…” Zhang Fan frowned, muttering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine—ignorance is no crime. I’ll tell Old Yu later,” Wen He comforted him gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan nodded, but his peripheral vision caught Jiang Lai’s seat empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wen-jie, where’s Jiang Lai?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, she took the day off,” Wen He said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Took the day off? Where does she live?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhang Fan finished asking, Jiang Hu tugged his sleeve: “You just met your senior—why are you still thinking about Jiang Lai? Is that appropriate?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do you know?” Zhang Fan asked, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, I saw you both chatting in the lobby—I didn’t dare say hello.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu wiggled his eyebrows and grinned: “Well?”, “What do you mean, ‘well’? I just asked for her name.” Zhang Fan snorted, walked to his desk, and sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What ‘how was it’? I just asked her name.” Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, walked to his desk, and sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“People are greedy. At first you wanted to know your sister’s name, then you wanted to know how she called you.” Jiang Hu looked utterly unconvinced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“People are greedy. First you want to know the sister’s name; then you want to know how she calls you.” Jiang Hu looked unconvinced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re really not human.” Zhang Fan gave a knowing smile, instantly understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re really not human,” Zhang Fan chuckled, instantly understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Listen to me—cultivators must avoid lust. Never trust a woman’s words, even if sometimes it feels good…” Jiang Hu spoke solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re really a Daoist?” Zhang Fan glanced at Jiang Hu with a strange expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now I understand why you were expelled from your sect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did you train in a Daoist temple?” Zhang Fan was especially curious—what famous mountain temple could produce someone like Jiang Hu? “I… oh, Wen-jie—weren’t you asking me to draw a [Transforming Food Talisman] for you a while back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu abruptly changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoist talismans number in the thousands; the [Transforming Food Talisman] is one of them, said to be pasted on the belly so one can eat endlessly without gaining weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another use: cut off your index fingernail, burn it with the talisman, mix the ash into well water, and drink it—without exercise or dieting, you’ll lose thirty jin in a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan had once read about this talisman in the [Secret Dao Records].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really that miraculous?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Alchemy Text says human appetite is controlled by the index finger. The [Transforming Food Talisman] suppresses appetite, stimulates insulin secretion, lowers blood sugar, reduces gastric emptying, and increases satiety—thus achieving weight loss…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan paused—the beginning sounded scientific, but the later parts grew increasingly dubious! “Wen-jie, I’ll give you a discount?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No thanks, Little Gourd—your talismans are… hard to describe. I’ll buy one when you finally learn to make them properly,” Wen He smirked, her smile polite but measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Hu had trained in talismans since childhood, but Wen He had privately told him his path had gone awry, making his talismans unreliable—sometimes working, sometimes failing, occasionally causing accidents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, he once drew a [Ghost-Averting Talisman] for a client—meant to repel spirits and demons when pasted on the door—but the client used it, and all the demons and ghosts within ten li came flocking…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The company had to pay a huge compensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To stay slim, I’d rather go to ‘Sow’—they have a slimming oil that’s incredibly effective…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever beauty and skincare were mentioned, every woman’s eyes lit up with the same glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fanfan, want to come with me to check it out at lunch?” Wen He said casually: “Your senior works on the thirteenth floor too, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do you know that?” Zhang Fan froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hulu told me—everyone in the company knows!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Fan turned to Jiang Hu, who grinned awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No thanks, I won’t go,” Zhang Fan shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the He family’s company—he’d done something shameful, turned their sister into a vegetable; better to keep his distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—the He family will never notice us,” Wen He walked over, patted Zhang Fan’s head, and reassured him gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, on the thirteenth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast to the shabby Night Dim, the entire floor belonged to the Sow Aesthetic Technology Company. In the lobby, many overweight or dark-skinned women waited, while dedicated attendants listened one-on-one to clients’ needs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the innermost office, He Fei sat at his desk, where several photos lay—clearly depicting the staff of Night Dim…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Fan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Fei picked up one photo—clearly showing Zhang Fan’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1195,"2026-06-19T21:05:40.312Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c376b2be5c04ca5feae32aeb809e6bd51610b5d061e238df55616bc7727d3c41","pure-yang-chapter-45","pure-yang-chapter-43",520,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fpure-yang-cover.jpg"]