Chapter 447: Why Not Eat Meat Porridge! I Can Actually Conjure It!

Clap—clap—clap…

Xiao Wenxue, enraged to the point of a bitter laugh, oddly started clapping his hands.

At this moment he could not control his expression; he only felt a blaze of anger in his Thoracic Cavity that needed to be vented!

I didn't expect Leader Su to be such a master at shaping public opinion; I admire you!

Su Yang gave a shy smile, "Guardian Xiao, you overpraise me; my little tricks are hardly worthy of high society, Xiaodaoer."

"But have you considered the consequences of doing this?" Xiao Wenxue asked.

"Oh? I really don't know."

"If the Warlord discovers that the Intelligence is wrong—that Xicheng District has no Jinshan—Nancheng District District will face devastating retaliation."

Su Yang heard this and agreed, "Indeed, given the Warlord's nature, such a thing would certainly happen."

"At that time, everyone in the Sixfold Society, including Lin Yang, will be unable to escape death!"

If they discover they've been set up, they will launch a full‑scale attack.

With tens of thousands of troops firing at full power, the scene alone, without imagination, is known to be extremely brutal.

In just half a day, the entire Nancheng District District would be a wasteland of slaughtered lives, corpses strewn everywhere.

That would be a massacre!

At present, Su Yang's delaying tactic is indeed effective, but he never considered how severe the consequences could be.

In Xiao Wenxue's view, buying time is a low‑born strategy!

"Yes, so what should we do?" Su Yang said slowly.

"If you don't want your companions to die in vain, you'd better be honest; otherwise the game ends early, and there'll be no fun left," Xiao Wenxue said.

"What if… the news report is actually true?" Su Yang retorted.

Xiao Wenxue's face instantly turned strange, "Are you living in a dream? When the Warlord keeps digging and finds the underground is all Stone, with no Gold Mine at all, that will be your death!"

"How about we wait another hour?" Su Yang suggested.

"It doesn't matter; however long you want to play, I'll stay with you to the end!"

"Alright, then let's see whether I'm lying."

Xiao Wenxue let out a cold snort; he didn't know where Su Yang's confidence came from, yet at this point he could still remain calm.

Eighty percent it's just pretentious mystification.

Before coming, he had already investigated thoroughly and received guidance from a 'master.'

Jinshan Hundred Percent is right in Nancheng District District!

From Su Yang scattering gold, this can be confirmed without error.

Otherwise, with the Sixfold Society's wealth, where could they obtain so much gold of such high purity?

"I want to see how you break the deadlock!" Xiao Wenxue sneered inwardly.

…

Nancheng District District Slum.

After a night's rest, Feng Yan's fatigue had faded considerably from her face.

But the worry in her eyes still remained.

She had been worrying about the safety of Su Yang and the others.

So long without any word, she didn't know whether they were safe.

"Miss Feng, breakfast is ready," the matron called.

"Here!"

Feng Yan entered the living room and saw a tattered table placed in the center.

A few red plastic stools; the matron's child sat on one, eating salty vegetables mixed with thin porridge.

Seeing her daze, the matron apologetically said, "The meal is a bit simple; I'll go to the butcher this afternoon and ask if there's any meat left."

Feng Yan quickly waved her hand, "Matron, you've misunderstood; I was just thinking about something else, not rejecting the food."

Liang Shu spoke, "Plain tea and simple meals are also a way of life; we would never despise them."

Saying that, he sat beside the little boy, picked up a spoon, and began to eat.

Two strangers suddenly arrived at the house; although they had made contact yesterday, seeing the two's splendid attire still made them a bit timid.

The little girl looked at the blank white surface of the bowl, thought for a moment, and added a piece of salty vegetable to Feng Yan's bowl.

"Sister, here you go."

Feng Yan was startled, and seeing the hopeful look in the little girl's eyes, her Eye Socket instantly became moist.

"Sister, I get it, I'm not hungry; you're at the stage of growing, so you should eat."

Saying that, she pushed her own bowl directly in front of her.

The little girl asked curiously, "Sister, you didn't eat last night, aren't you hungry now?"

"Don't judge by my thinness; actually I have plenty of flesh. One meal a day is enough," Feng Yan lifted her arm, pulled up her sleeve, and squeezed her biceps.

"See, plenty of meat, right?"

The little girl lowered her head, glanced at her slender frame, and nodded.

Feng Yan touched her Brain lightly, and said, "Eat quickly, it'll get cold later and won't taste as good."

"Hmm, thank you, sister," the little girl nodded obediently.

Feng Yan felt a pang of heartache watching her sensible demeanor.

She had often heard that poor mountains and foul waters breed mischievous people, that Slum residents are greedy and immoral, with terrible temperaments.

When she first arrived, she was rather uneasy, fearing her attire might cause trouble.

But upon real contact, she discovered the people here were not as deplorable as rumors suggested.

On the contrary, they are plain and kind; not only do they take in refugees, they also take out the little grain they have left to host them.

They neither fight nor seize; earning a living for their family with their own hands is already an honorable thing.

After breakfast was finished, Feng Yan helped clear the dishes.

At that moment, a shout came from outside the house.

"The Warlord has retreated!!!"

Huh?

Liang Shu ran out to inquire, and returned with joy on his face.

"What happened?" Feng Yan asked hurriedly.

"Great news: the Warlord has withdrawn all forces!" Liang Shu said with delight.

"Really?!" A moving smile instantly blossomed on Feng Yan's weary face.

"Wonderful, they can all go home now!"

In the next instant, a large crowd of newspaper deliverers surged into the Slum.

They went house to house delivering several copies of today's Jinshan Daily.

"Breaking news: Jinshan Birth!"

Liang Shu scanned them, and his Pupil suddenly contracted.

"How could Jinshan be in Xicheng District?"

He saw with his own eyes… the Jinshan Entrance was right inside his Zhuangyuan.

Su Yang, when discussing this matter, did not avoid it, but simply told them to keep their Mouth tightly shut.

Now that the newspaper unexpectedly contains news related to Jinshan, how could it not surprise him?

Thinking of this, Liang Shu hurried out, found a newspaper‑delivering man, and asked, "Who sent you to deliver this paper?"

"A sturdy man with a slicked‑back hair gave me ten thousand, and told me to gather some people to deliver newspapers here," the man said.

Zhao Xian?!

Liang Shu let out a long sigh and continued, "Where is he now? Where is he?"

"It seems he went to East City; he instructed me to deliver to a crowded place. I thought there are about ten thousand people in Slum now, so I brought my brothers here."

"That's good, that's good…" Hearing that his own people were safe, Liang Shu's hanging heart eased a bit.

……

An hour passed in an instant.

Xiao Wenxue grew a bit impatient waiting, while Su Yang still maintained a calm demeanor; he couldn't help asking, "Boss Su, the appointed time has arrived—where is the surprise?"

"A hasty heart cannot eat hot tofu." Su Yang said.

"Still putting on airs—could you actually conjure a Jinshan?"

'Deception progress: /'

"'Deception' activated successfully, the Xicheng District Factory Area has generated Jinshan."

Su Yang relaxed with a smile, "You guessed right…"

"I really can conjure it!"