"I really can't understand that you are so good at voodoo, but you can't be the leader of your Miao village, and you are forced to not even be able to stay in Miao territory. What's going on?"
A week later, the sun was shining brightly in Qingshan Village.
Yang Chen was wearing a simple sweatshirt and a big straw hat, standing in the watermelon greenhouse like a simple little farmer.
He casually slapped open a watermelon, the juice was flowing, and it looked quite tempting.
This batch of watermelons was grown under the personal supervision of Miao Zheng. They are larger than previous watermelons and taste sweeter and more delicious.
"It's just...hard to describe."
"But we have finally found a place to realize our self-worth."
Miao was smoking a cigarette, looked at Yang Chen and smiled.
"It is exactly what I said, gold will shine wherever it goes."
Yang Chen gave a thumbs up and patted Miao Zheng on the shoulder: "Old Miao, although your girl is Bai Fumei with a net worth of 30 billion, I still think that the watermelon greenhouse and our medicinal material base will give you 100
Ten percent of the shares will allow you to earn three to five million yuan a month."
"Eldest nephew, this is too polite."
Miao Zheng's eyes lit up when he heard about the income of 350,000 yuan a month.
He really didn't do well in Miao territory these years, and he even couldn't afford to eat on several occasions.
When I left Miao territory and came to Qingshan Village, I originally just wanted to make a living.
Unexpectedly, the daughter he had not seen for seven or eight years would suddenly turn into a rich and beautiful woman with 30 billion yuan. Now, with her own voodoo skills, she also obtained shares in Yang Chen's industry.
Miao Zheng now feels that this is the real way to make a fortune in Gu.
"Then don't forget it."
Yang Chen looked at Miao Zheng scratching his head naively and said jokingly.
"No, eldest nephew, this is also the result of my hard work."
Miao Zheng panicked and quickly grabbed Yang Chen's hand and said: "Don't worry, with my Gu skills, I guarantee that our watermelon greenhouse and medicinal material base will be 100% pest-free. Based on the current basis, the output can be increased by 20%!
"
"Old Miao, I am teasing you."
Yang Chen looked at Miao Zheng and began to pat his chest to make sure. He pointed at Yang Beibei who was talking to his wife outside the greenhouse: "If I use your skills for free, you girl must not tear me apart."
"Brother and sister, is Yang Chen here?"
At this moment, a thick voice came from outside the watermelon greenhouse.
"Eldest nephew, if you have something to do, please go to work first, and I will look at the other greenhouses."
Miao Zheng said and left the watermelon greenhouse.
"Boss Yuan, my husband is inside."
Li Xiaoran smiled as he looked at Yuan Lang, who was approaching with a big belly and a big gold chain and a small watch.
"I have something to do with him."
As soon as Yuan Lang finished speaking, Yang Chen walked out of the greenhouse with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Boss Yuan, why are you so anxious?"
Yang Chen smiled.
"Boss Yang, let's take a moment to talk."
Yuan Lang saw that there were many people around him, so he put his arm around Yang Chen's shoulders and walked to the side.
"Honey, you and Beibei will go home first."
Yang Chen knew very well that it must be a big deal for Yuan Lang to take the initiative to come to him, and it would probably not be over for a while.
"My cousin is really awesome. He is like a brother to Yuan Lang."
Yang Beibei looked at Yang Chen's back with envy.
"well enough."
Li Xiaoran muttered, but his eyes were full of admiration.
Her man has single-handedly driven the development of the entire village, made friends with all the powerful people in society, and can keep her young forever. Li Xiaoran feels that her life is worth it.
"Lao Yuan, why did you come here in person?"
During this time, Yuan Lang went back to the group headquarters because of matters related to Big Meat Company.
Appearing suddenly today and being so busy, Yang Chen knew something was wrong as soon as he guessed.
"Two things."
"The first thing is about the Soul Gate. I have told the old man about the destruction of the Soul Gate in Donghai City."
"The old man said that the Soul Gate has been secretly planned for at least ten years."
"People from the Soul Sect have probably infiltrated into the major families and Qi Refining Sects in China. I need to use all the power of the Dragon King Association to find the people from the Soul Sect lurking in the Qi Refining Sect and ensure that Qi Refining
The sect will not suffer from internal strife and losses like it did a hundred years ago because of the Soul Sect."
"The second thing is about you."
Yuan Lang said, his eyes falling on Yang Chen.
"How does the old man want to plot against me again?"
Yang Chen held a cigarette in his mouth, put his hands in his pockets, and said casually.
"Did you kill the Saint of the Bliss Sect some time ago?"
Yuan Lang asked.
"It happened eight hundred years ago, and you said I had forgotten it."
Yang Chen looked indifferent and continued: "Fifth Senior Brother, you also know that I tend to protect my shortcomings. Zhao Ran, a bitch, has made trouble for me again and again and almost hurt Xiao Ran. I can't let him.
She made it out alive."
"So the old man supports your approach this time."
Yuan Lang laughed.
"Huh? When did the old man change his gender and start protecting his apprentice?"
Yang Chen was stunned and asked in surprise.
"If the old man hears what you said, he will probably come over and beat you up."
Yuan Lang said, took out a letter from his jacket pocket and handed it over: "This is the letter from the old man to you. Regarding the matter of you killing the Saint of the Bliss Sect, the old man has probably wiped your butt for you, but there are some procedures.
Still have to go."
"The leader of the Bliss Sect is his old lover. If he doesn't wipe his ass, doesn't it mean that he is incompetent?"
Yang Chen muttered, opened the letter, and browsed through it thoughtfully.
"Is it okay? Why doesn't he go in person?"
Yang Chen looked at the contents of the letter and his eyes widened: "It's his girlfriend's one hundred and eightieth birthday. She asked you and me to go over and give her gifts. This is just putting us in the mouth of a tiger. Send us away."
The content of the letter is very simple.
Three days later it will be the 180th birthday of the leader of the Paradise Sect. The old man hopes that Yang Chen and Yuan Lang can represent themselves and the Longhu Sect to attend the birthday banquet of the Paradise Sect and give them the gifts they carefully prepared.
But Yang Chen knew that although the leader of the Bliss Sect was one hundred and eighty years old, due to his cultivation, he looked similar to a forty-year-old woman, with mature charm and mature charm, which was the type that the old man liked.
It took the old man twenty years to win.
Strictly speaking, the leader of the Bliss Sect is considered one of Yang Chen's mistresses.
This is also the reason why, almost a month after Yang Chen killed Zhao Ran, no one from the Paradise Sect has come to look for trouble.
But asking him to help deliver gifts made Yang Chen feel a little cold on his back.
Even old men often want to buy gifts to coax a woman. If she doesn't get along with her when they meet, she won't know how she died.
"The old man knew you weren't going, so he asked me to bring you a message."
Yuan Lang watched Yang Chen keep shaking his head and smiled bitterly.
"If you fart quickly..."
Yang Chen grinned.
"The old man said that if you don't go, he will tie you to the Paradise Sect and hand you over to his girlfriend, and punish you according to the rules of the Paradise Sect."
Yuan Lang said.
"This is so... so shameless. In order to celebrate the birthday of my girlfriend who is almost 200 years old, I want to betray my apprentice!"
Yang Chen almost died on the spot.
But think about it, in the entire Chinese Qi refining world, probably only the old man can do it.
"So are you going or not?"
Yuan Lang asked.
"If you don't go, your siblings will become widows..."