Chapter 428: Fish on the Hook! The Scholar's Backbone?

After half a day of Remote Object Retrieval, Yin Yun finally stopped.

For the gold, she used her Innate Talent nonstop; when the duration ended she paused to rest a while, and after the Cooldown Time expired she resumed.

Not until dusk fell did she have Su Yang bring over a box.

"Feeling better?" Su Yang looked at her grimy face and handed her a clean towel.

Yin Yun took it, wiped her face, and laughed, "I'm exhausted; this job is really hard."

"Every trade has its difficulties; even an experienced miner needs most of a day to extract a half‑ton ore block. You've been fast," Su Yang said.

Yin Yun opened the box, revealing the glittering gold inside.

"There's some left over below; consider it a token of thanks," Yin Yun brushed her hair behind her ear and said.

"Thanks for what?"

"For saving my life."

Su Yang instantly understood, waved his hand and said, "It's a trivial effort, not worth mentioning. I trust that if I were in danger, you'd act without hesitation."

"The nature is the same, but I only look at the result," Yin Yun insisted on giving thanks.

Su Yang couldn't argue, and he accepted with a wry smile.

Yin Yun's temperament is tough, her brows filled with a resolute, unyielding femininity.

It's clear that although she's merely a secretary, she handles most of the Floating Life Chamber's activities.

By contrast, Huang Hua looks more like a secretary.

"It's getting late; I'll see you off," Su Yang said, glancing at the sky.

Yin Yun didn't refuse; the two walked side by side along the Zhuangyuan cobblestone path, gazing at the star‑filled sky and savoring the rare tranquility.

"This is the final Death Game; have you decided on your wish?" Yin Yun asked suddenly.

"I have a rough idea, but I'm not sure I can make it happen," Su Yang replied.

"Do you want to go back?"

"Blue Star?" Su Yang pondered briefly, then said, "If I go back, I'd be alone. Rather than a solitary life, I'd rather stay here and play games with everyone."

"Aren't you afraid of losing?" Yin Yun said, slightly surprised.

"Yes, of course I'm scared," Su Yang admitted without hesitation, "but I relish the ebb and flow of scheming and being schemed, and the sense of achievement after Clearance—nothing compares so far."

"Seems we're the same kind of people," Yin Yun said, a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth.

Under the moonlight, the beauty faced the pristine white snow, stunningly gorgeous.

She turned her head, looked at Su Yang, and smiled, "Seems my choice was right; I didn't misjudge you."

"I've topped the solo score leaderboard for days; anyone else would feel the same," Su Yang said.

"So narcissistic—" Yin Yun tossed the heavy box onto the passenger seat, walked gracefully to the driver's side, lifted her gaze to Su Yang, whose hands were in his pockets, and said, "Your roommate is leaving; no sign of appreciation?"

Su Yang stepped closer, leaning against the iron gate, "When you get back, remember to tell Huang Hua to sign the grinder order early; the import can't be delayed."

"Also, talent cultivation needs to be accelerated; other matters can be deferred if possible, otherwise delegate them to the subordinates."

"Mining is the top priority."

Yin Yun patted the box, "Don't worry, my purpose in mining gold is to prove to him that Su Gang Leader hasn't lied."

At that moment, a black Ford car rolled up and parked steadily in front of the Zhuangyuan gate.

Lin Yang hurried out of the car and said, "I just finished a matter and went home; Dong Yun said the Donghai Hall group has already taken the bait."

"That fast?" Su Yang raised an eyebrow.

"These past days she followed your orders, brought her gambling‑addicted father back, and pretended to accidentally leak the military weapons news."

"And guess what? You were right; her deadbeat dad didn't change his ways, gambled again, and this time owes over two million."

"Originally the Donghai Hall people had given him a break, no longer pursuing the debt, but this time they truly angered their second chief, who is ready to take both his hands off."

"Just as they were about to act, her father revealed our secret, willing to trade the information for money," Lin Yang explained.

"A dog can't stop eating shit," Su Yang said lightly.

Never trust a gambler's words.

After tasting a gamble that can earn thousands or tens of thousands, how could one be interested in a job that drags you to death for three or four thousand a month?

Even if they lose everything and have no way out, these gamblers still believe they can achieve ultimate fortune.

Su Yang guessed that Yan Dongyun's father wouldn't give up so easily, but didn't expect events to progress this quickly.

"Need any help?" Yin Yun asked proactively.

Su Yang thought for a moment, then said, "I recall the Zhulin Gang and Qinglong Gang in Xicheng District don't get along, right?"

"The two families have long harbored grudges, constantly vying for the Jinshan City leadership position," Yin Yun nodded slightly.

The Zhulin Gang, as a large gang, is only slightly weaker than the Qinglong Gang.

Their dispute dates back over a decade, initially over matters involving Chen Zhima Rangguzi.

It later escalated into large‑scale armed clashes, each side harboring the desire to eliminate the other and dominate alone.

"Send them a piece of gold and forward the newspaper you showed me this morning," Su Yang arranged.

"You want them to dog‑fight each other?" Yin Yun's interest was instantly piqued.

"Heh, the Zhulin Gang certainly doesn't want to see the Qinglong Gang contest Jinshan. Since they have a feud, I'll stir the waters once and resolve it early," Su Yang said calmly.

"Then we should let those gang brats taste being schemed!" Lin Yang snarled.

The Six Harmonies Society has been messed with for so long; it's time to strike back.

"Also, tomorrow is the day Uncle Li sends over the invoice, right?" Su Yang asked.

Lin Yang pinched his fingers, calculated, and nodded, "The Seven-Day Deadline has indeed arrived; tomorrow night we'll get the price for the next batch of seafood."

Li Yang said last time that this shipment needs a larger quantity; Su Yang had originally been a bit worried about it.

But now the foundation is solid, and he will no longer be passive.

"I'll go negotiate with Uncle Li myself; you bring back all the Molds that Feng Jingchu found," Su Yang instructed.

"I'll take care of it right away." Lin Yang realized the seriousness of the matter, dared not be negligent, turned and ran to the driver's seat.

"Come back, what's the hurry?" Su Yang's Brow furrowed.

"Anything else to instruct?"

"Have the gold nuggets that Secretary Yin unearthed today sent to the Warehouse by Zhao Xian's men; the speed must be swift, and it must be arranged before daybreak," Su Yang said.

"Alright!"

"How's the layout matter being handled?"

"At first that fellow was truly difficult, Mouth saying something about a literary gentleman's bearing, never bowing to evil forces; you didn't see that Mouth face, which made me angry."

"Later I just slammed a few money bags onto the table; good fellow, his eyes went instantly blank, hungrier than a wolf that had starved for seven days," Lin Yang let out a sneering Laugh.