Fu Quan's house is a three-story villa with large gardens in the front and back, covering an area of more than 1,000 square meters. Fu Dong was placed on the first floor.
"Master Yuan, could you please take a look at Dongdong? After I rescued him, he has been in a coma. The doctor has done a thorough examination and there are no major problems with his body, except that he is a little weak in qi and blood. He has received all the necessary IV fluids, but the child has not shown any signs of waking up. Could it be related to the Soul-Suppressing Formation that is trapping him?"
"Oh? There's a formation set up where he's trapped?" Yuan Zhuan frowned, not surprised that Fu Quan knew about formations.
"Yes, we captured one alive, but before we could do anything, he took poison and died." He never imagined that in modern society, there would still be families that used the methods of ancient royalty to train assassins. In other words, the assassins' wisdom teeth contained two poison pills that would kill them instantly if bitten.
Yuan Zhuan didn't say anything more, but instead pointed his index finger at Fu Dong's forehead.
"It's nothing, he wasn't possessed, just his qi was injured and severely depleted. He should wake up around tomorrow. Also, you won't get any sleep tonight." After saying this, Yuan Zhuan walked towards the gate.
There were more than a dozen security guards inside, all with wisps of black smoke on their faces, including Fu Quan. Clearly, a fight was about to break out tonight!
Even if he doesn't die, he'll be seriously injured!
Therefore, she took away some ominous yin energy so that they could all survive. Her 100,000 was considered fair price.
What does that mean?
Fu Quan paused for a few seconds, then immediately followed after him, "Master Yuan, how much do you charge here?"
"Two hundred thousand. Transfer it to my savings account." She has to support so many people, which is expensive and laborious; two hundred thousand is their life-saving money, a fair price, and no deception of the young or old.
Fu Quan followed the direction Yuan Zhuan had pointed, and sure enough, there was a string of numbers written on a yellow piece of paper on the coffee table.
"Thank you." Fu Quan respectfully saw him to the door, and the only response he received was a distant "Mm."
"Master Fu," a subordinate reported, "the young master's finger just moved."
"What?! Dongdong!"
He rushed excitedly to his son's room. Fu Dong was still asleep, but his index finger trembled again.
“Son…” Fu Quan never dreamed that he would be able to reunite with his son in his lifetime, and that his son would still be able to carry all four limbs.
Over the years, he has seen too many children who have been trafficked and left disabled. Those who are too young to remember anything are bought, while those who are old enough to remember anything are crippled. As time goes by, he has come to believe that his Dongdong is probably like these children, crippled and left to beg in some remote corner.
Perhaps, by the grace of God, his child returned unharmed!
"Fu Yi, spread the word: 50,000 yuan per orphanage in the city."
"yes."
Yuan Zhuan had just finished washing up and climbed into his beloved bed when the sound of simulated gold coins suddenly rang in his mind.
"Are you crazy for gold coins?" They've all started getting carried away.
"Someone received fifty-three gold coins because of your donation."
"Really?!" Upon hearing that gold coins had been deposited, Yuan Zhuan excitedly sat up, brought up the screen, and sure enough, the number of gold coins had increased by 53.
"Is it a power of attorney?" So, when she saves someone, the other person's good deed can also be counted as her good deed?
"yes."
“I… wait, they’ve contacted me.” Yuan Zhuan was just about to open the shop when Zhang Xiaoxiao from the post-apocalyptic world sent him a voice message.
Zhang Feng led his team and, following their memories, found several factories, where warehouse after warehouse was filled with supplies.
"Can all of these really be exchanged for food?" Peng Shan looked at Zhang Feng in disbelief. These steel bars and cables were useless in the apocalypse, nothing compared to food. However, if it was a central city, it would make sense. He heard that the social order there had basically returned to normal, with water, electricity, and gas available. In addition, they had been continuously increasing and strengthening infrastructure and defense projects, so it was only natural that they needed these building materials.
“These warehouses are mine, and they belong to me. As for the others, you can make your own arrangements. Once you find them, mark them, give me a list, and I will have someone come over to count and weigh them,” Zhang Feng said.
This was agreed upon before they set off; there were other cable factories nearby, enough to meet their needs for a period of time.
“Okay.” Peng Shan, Xu Tuo, and Qiao Mi had no objections and left.
Stepping out of the warehouse, the three of them went off to search for supplies in their own directions.
An hour later, when they reunited, everyone's face was filled with undisguised excitement and exhilaration.
“Three steel mills, one cement plant, one sand pit, and one lathe factory.” Based on what each had said, Zhang Feng squatted down and drew a simple map, marking the names of the owners.
The steel mill belongs to Qiaomi, Pengshan is a sand pit, and Xutuo is a cement plant and a lathe factory.
"When are they coming to pick them up? We'll come together then," Peng Shan asked excitedly. He wanted to supervise the weighing process; otherwise, if they under-calculated, wouldn't he lose a lot of money?
Zhang Feng glanced at the three of them. "They're not going to see anyone. Since I agreed to let you exchange them, I won't cheat you. Everything will be done according to their rules. Not to mention you, even when the goods I exchange here are weighed and taken away, I can't be there. We're all the same."
"That won't do. What if they undercharge us? No, I have to be there." Qiao Mi objected, her face full of refusal. Just imagining the weight that might be undercharged made Qiao Mi's heart ache.
“Yes, yes,” Peng Shan agreed.
“I’m fine with this.” Xu Tuo chose Zhang Feng.
He actually decided to take his family and follow the Zhang family from now on. He was already going all out. Besides, if it weren't for Zhang Feng, they wouldn't have even glanced at these things, and no one would have traded grain for them.
"Xu Tuo!" Peng Shan roared, "That traitor!"
"You can keep it for yourselves." Zhang Feng snorted coldly and turned to leave.
If a partnership doesn't work out, he'll find another one; he doesn't necessarily need these people.
Xu Tuo followed Zhang Feng out without saying a word, leaving the two of them standing there.
Are you just leaving like that? Not going to negotiate a price? Not going to discuss any terms?
If they're not going to follow the usual methods, how are they supposed to do it?
"Hey, Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, just kidding, just kidding, we're not coming. We all trust Brother Zhang's character, he definitely won't..." Their barrage of compliments went unanswered. Qiao Mi and Peng Shan awkwardly scratched their heads, their earlier competitive spirit completely gone.
Qiao Mi stared at Zhang Feng's cold, hard profile, and finally had a deep understanding of her current situation. Now, in front of Zhang Feng, they were no longer the undisputed heads of their respective families, but were now dependent on him for their livelihood. Therefore, they had no right to negotiate any terms.
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