Around 8 PM, Green Yao finally returned to normal, the cute little thing, and took the initiative to say to Shang Lin, "I want fertilizer."

It really is fertilizer. Are diligent gardeners this proactive in collecting fertilizer? But the requirements for this fertilizer are really quite high! No, very high.

Shang Lin said somewhat helplessly, "You didn't even see what it was, and you already want it?"

"Okay, fertilizer."

Shang Lin, "..."

After a long pause, he tentatively asked Green One, "Can we not do it?"

Green Yao turned her back to Shang Lin and then darted into the herb garden and disappeared.

The tower spirit, who was watching from the sidelines, laughed out loud rather unkindly. Shang Lin looked at him helplessly, "I didn't expect that Green One would be so stubborn at such a young age. He's another one who doesn't respect me, the sect leader."

The tower spirit's laughter stopped abruptly. He suspected that Shang Lin was implying something about him, "Since you're going anyway, why make Green Yao take the blame?"

Shang Lin, "..."

Therefore, the one who least regards himself is still ranked first.

However, since he had decided to go, he had to make thorough preparations. He couldn't risk his own and everyone else's lives, especially since there would be even more people from the military going.

Shang Lin immediately took out his phone and called Situ Pojun. "I agree to go to the Northwest, but I need money to do the preparatory work. However, I am a student from a poor family, so who will pay for it? Oh, I also need to take a classmate with me. He is from No. 1 High School, so you will have to find a way to get him a leave of absence."

Situ Pojun, "..."

She suddenly felt a heart attack and it took her a while to say, "Shang Lin, that's enough! You're a student from a poor family? How are you poor?"

Shang Lin retorted, "Where am I not poor? I'm just a boy from a remote mountain village, an orphan raised by a godfather with poor eyesight. Our family's income comes from selling mountain products, the reward I received for being the top scorer in the city exam, oh, and the reward I got for catching a thug. I even got my tuition waived and went from a provincial key high school to a city key high school, I..."

"Stop, stop, stop." Situ Pojun could hardly listen anymore. "So how much money do you need for your preparations? I can take it from your ten million."

Shang Lin was somewhat shocked and immediately told the truth, "No, I have to pay for this myself?"

"Isn't this just preparation work for you? Do you expect me to pay for it?" This is outrageous! Why don't you just rob us? How long has it been since their office turned its fortunes around?

“…Fine.” Shang Lin gritted his teeth. “Then pay me three million first.”

"How many?!"

Situ Pojun felt like he was hallucinating. Was it possible to receive a third of the payment in advance? Was it because he wouldn't agree to half, so he asked for a little less?

"Three million? How else would that be enough?" And he's a section chief? He makes a fuss over nothing.

Situ Pojun patiently asked, "What are you going to do?"

"There are many."

Situ Pojun was amused by Shang Lin's calm tone. "For example..."

"Life-saving pills, handy weapons, various talismans, defensive robes, etc., three million would be quite a lot." And that doesn't even include the medicinal herbs produced in the Dragon Spirit Tower.

Situ Pojun, "..."

He forgot that Shang Lin knew how to refine pills. He had previously said he wanted to ask him to refine pills for him, but he was so busy with other things that he didn't have any free time and forgot about it.

Of course, there's another reason: he was misled by Shang Lin's innocent and childlike face. But could he really handle talismans, robes, and even magical artifacts? If that's the case, then three million is indeed not much.

Situ Pojun calmed himself down before saying, "How about this, I'll give you another million, and I'll count your preparations as part of my work."

Shang Lin was somewhat surprised. "You still need me to do preparations? Aren't you a public official? Shouldn't your resources and equipment be the most advanced?" There's a limit to joking, okay? Don't take advantage of his poverty.

Situ Pojun was quite helpless. "Do you have some misunderstanding about me or our office? Besides, how long has the Underworld been rebuilt? Where would we get so many resources to utilize?"

Shang Lin thought about how Situ Pojun had struggled to survive while working at the private hospital, and felt that there was some credibility to his words, so he agreed, "Okay, my classmate's name is Meng Zhe, and he's in Class 3 of the first year of high school."

"...Is your classmate the same as you?"

"It's different, but he's amazing. We can just keep him around as a mascot."

Situ Pojun, "..."

Fortunately, he wasn't an ordinary human, otherwise he would have definitely given this kid a heart attack from anger. But he reached out and typed Meng Zhe's name into the computer. After typing it, he asked, "Send me your classmate's name, I'll think of a way."

"good."

Shang Lin waited for Meng Zhe to finish school for ten minutes before calling their dormitory. That's the inconvenience of being a boarding student. He'll draw a communication talisman for him when he has the opportunity.

It wasn't Meng Zhe who answered the phone; it was his roommate who shouted, "Meng Zhe, your junior high classmate is looking for you!"

Meng Zhe was munching on bread at that moment. Four hours of evening self-study had left him exhausted and hungry, you know? He quickly swallowed the bread in his mouth before asking, "Who is it?"

His classmate handed him the receiver, saying, "Ask him yourself."

So Meng Zhe asked again, "Who is it?"

Shang Lin smiled, "Shang Lin, come with me to the Northwest in a few days. Someone will help you get leave then."

Meng Zhe, “…”

"Are you going to unleash your ultimate move right from the start?" He asked instinctively. "Why? I'm so busy all day, how could I dare skip class?"

"Do you want to extend your life?" Shang Lin was really unleashing his ultimate move. "If you do, then listen to me."

Meng Zhe, “…”

It's so late at night, could Shang Lin have been possessed by some evil spirit? With his constitution, this is perfectly normal.

Meng Zhe hurriedly said, "I'll call you tomorrow at noon. Goodbye."

Holy crap, I almost fell for his trick. But Shang Lin has a demon cultivator by his side, so he should be protected from being possessed by evil spirits, right? Holy crap, Shang Lin's special constitution is really messed up.

Meng Zhe finished the rest of the bread in a few bites, then started doing his homework. He couldn't think too much, otherwise he would have nightmares at night. Damn it, what a jerk.

Shang Lin stared at the phone that had been ruthlessly hung up, unable to come to her senses for a long time. What was going on? Was it inconvenient for Meng Zhe to talk? Well, after all, they were in the dormitory with other roommates, so it was indeed inconvenient to talk about supernatural things.

If Shang Lin knew what Meng Zhe thought of him, would he still be so calm? But when he was about to draw the talisman, he suddenly thought of Situ Pojun's pen and wondered if he could borrow it.

Why not call and ask? Although the chances were slim, Shang Lin still mustered the courage to call Situ Pojun for better results from the talisman.