"What does this have to do with anything?" Ye Xingchen said, both amused and exasperated.
"I don't care, if you won't take me, I'll make sure everyone knows about this." Li Yijin snorted, and seeing that this tactic worked, she shook Ye Xingchen's arm again: "Just promise me, and when we get back I'll wear another set of pajamas for you to see. I also have Balenciaga..."
"Fine, fine, I give up." Ye Xingchen smiled wryly, he really had no way to deal with this girl.
We drove all the way to the black market, and it was already noon.
Mr. Wu and his men came forward to greet them: "Mr. Ye, Ms. Li, thank you for making the trip. It's noon now, so let me treat you to a simple meal."
"I'll skip the meal and show you the goods first." Ye Xingchen had no appetite for food now. If there really was such a rare treasure, he would only feel at ease if he got his hands on it as soon as possible.
"Alright, Mr. Ye, please follow me." Boss Wu nodded and led Ye Xingchen and Li Yijin into a private room.
There was already someone waiting in the private room. It was a very thin young man who was tightly clutching a tattered package in his arms. It was clear that the package was very important to him.
Upon seeing the young man, Ye Xingchen frowned slightly. This young man was so thin; that wasn't normal.
"Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Ye, our buyer today." Mr. Wu pointed to the young man: "This is Defu, he comes from the mountains in the west, he's my fellow villager."
"Defu, take out what you have and show it to Mr. Ye," Mr. Wu instructed.
Defu hesitated for a moment before putting down what he was carrying. Then he carefully opened the package, which contained layers of yellow cloth. He unwrapped the cloth layer by layer, revealing what was inside.
This thing was none other than the Blood-Weeping Spirit Blessing and the Nine-Fragrance Insect, but it had been dried out; otherwise, such a spiritual creature would have escaped on its own.
However, even though it's dried, it doesn't affect the effect.
Ye Xingchen glanced at it once and couldn't look away. He asked directly, "How much do you want?"
"I...can I have five thousand yuan?" Defu hesitated for a moment before asking cautiously.
"Five thousand yuan?" Ye Xingchen was taken aback. "Are you sure?"
“Is that too high? Three thousand is the lowest I can go. My dad needs to be hospitalized, and the doctor wants me to pay a five thousand yuan deposit. I had no other choice but to sell this.” Defu said dejectedly.
In their mountain village, five thousand yuan is the annual income for many people.
The father's illness had dragged on for too long, and the barefoot doctor in the mountain village had no other choice but to bring the father here, but he couldn't afford the hospital deposit.
"It's not that it's too expensive, it's that it's too cheap." Ye Xingchen shook his head: "This thing is useless to you, but it's priceless to me."
"Here's what I'll give you: five million."
"Five million?" De Fu was taken aback. "This, this is too much, no, it's too much."
"In terms of value, this amount of money is really not much. I won't do a losing deal without thinking too much about it," Ye Xingchen said.
Defu didn't dare to say anything. He looked at Boss Wu with pleading eyes.
“Mr. Ye, Defu’s family lives in the mountains. They earn several million yuan a month picking mushrooms and herbs to supplement their income. Giving him so much money is not for his own good, it’s harming him,” said Boss Wu.
Indeed, it's definitely not a good thing for someone who has never seen a lot of money to suddenly have five million. Moreover, they will surely be targeted by people deep in the mountains and forests, and they might even lose their lives.
"Then here's the arrangement: the money is with me. You can come to me anytime you need it, and if there's anything you can't handle, I'll take care of it for you," Ye Xingchen said after a moment's thought.
"Uncle Wu, look." Defu was an honest countryman who had hardly ever left the mountains. Now he was completely at a loss and looked to Boss Wu for help.
“Defu, let’s do as Mr. Ye says. Giving you so much money all at once will inevitably lead to leaks, and it’s not a good thing if people have designs on you,” said Boss Wu.
“Okay, I’ll listen to my uncle, but my dad is in the hospital, so we have to pay his hospital bills.” Defu nodded.
"What illness does your father have?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"The diagnosis is still pending. He's unconscious, his body is swollen, and he keeps having a high fever." Defu looked pained as he mentioned this: "I really don't know what to do."
"Here's what we're going to do: if you trust me, let me take a look at your father's illness. Although I don't know what's wrong with him, I'm 99% confident I can cure him," Ye Xingchen said. "Compared to those doctors, I'm more confident."
"Really?" Defu was both surprised and delighted. To be honest, he didn't really want to send his father to the hospital because he, coming from the countryside, had no idea how to handle the various departmental examinations and registrations.
If Ye Xingchen can really cure his father's illness, that would be a really good thing for him.
"You can rest assured about that; I can vouch for Mr. Ye," Mr. Wu quickly said.
He also inquired about Ye Xingchen's background in private and learned that he was the chairman of Xingchen Group. As a black market boss, he was the most well-informed.
How could he not know that the Soul-Locking Pill, which was popular throughout the country, was made by Ye Xingchen? Moreover, he knew that Ye Xingchen was a doctor with superb medical skills, and with his help, Defu's father's illness would definitely be cured.
“Okay, I believe you. My dad is still lying outside the hospital. Shall we go over now?” Defu asked somewhat nervously.
"Let's go, we'll be there right away." Ye Xingchen nodded without hesitation.
"I'll go get the car." How could Mr. Wu let go of this opportunity to curry favor? He quickly went out to get the car himself.
But just then, several people of unusual status barged in.
The leader was none other than Jiang Yongkang, the Ghost Doctor of the Underworld, also known as Ye Ming.
Accompanying him was his junior apprentice, Chen Zhengde.
"Who are you? Who let you in?" Boss Wu's face darkened. This was his private place, and ordinary people couldn't come in. What were the bodyguards outside doing?
"You must be Mr. Wu, the black market boss? We're here to discuss a business deal with you," Chen Zhengde said casually.
"Boss, the brothers have all inexplicably collapsed on the ground, they seem to have been poisoned." Just then, a henchman stumbled in, looking panicked.
"Poisoning?" Boss Wu's face darkened considerably. He turned to the two men and demanded, "You did this? Who are you people?"
"I am Chen Zhengde, and this is my senior brother, Ye Ming," Chen Zhengde said proudly.
"Chen Zhengde, the vice president of the Imperial Medical Academy? Jiang Yongkang, the Ghost Doctor of Mount Ming, also known as Ye Ming?" Boss Wu's brows furrowed immediately.
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