Qingshan glanced at Lang Wenzhe and said:
"Mr. Lang, have you forgotten Master Ye's reward and compensation?"
Lang Wenzhe slapped his forehead hypocritically, took out a check for five million and handed it to Zhan Feng.
The price Master Ye had agreed with Jiuzun was to take two million if he lost, plus the pension, so five million was not bad.
Just as Lang Wenzhe was about to say goodbye, Qingshan spoke again:
"Young Master Lang, when you were piercing the acupuncture points with the golden needles, didn't you say there were gifts from me and Afeng as a thank-you? Alas, Young Master Lang, I see you've just turned thirty, how come you're so forgetful? You should eat some pig brains as soon as possible to replenish your body!"
Lang Wenzhe's mouth twitched a few times, and he wanted to slap himself a few times. If he had known that this girl was a stubborn person, he would never show his acupuncture skills in front of them, and just cause trouble!
"Senior is right, I might have been too busy lately and my brain is not enough!"
Lang Wenzhe took out his checkbook again, gritted his teeth, and with trembling hands, wrote a number on the check and handed it to Qingshan. Qingshan finally felt relieved when he saw Lang Wenzhe looking like he was about to faint.
Lang Wenzhe was afraid that Qingshan would make things difficult for him again and would try to catch a toad and squeeze out a ball of flour, so he quickly found an excuse to slip away.
Lang Wenzhe was planning to go back to the lounge upstairs to have sex with the young model he liked and vent his anger when the phone rang.
"Hey! What? I'll be right back!"
Lang Wenzhe hung up the phone and rushed to the Jiuzun parking lot in a hurry. The waiters at Jiuzun were frightened by Lang Wenzhe's ghostly expression. They didn't know what had made Young Master Lang so panicked, and they gathered together whispering.
Qingshan and Zhanfeng did not plan to attend the next banquet and prepared to return to the mountaintop villa.
"Ah Feng, what should we do with Master Ye's body?"
"Jiu Zun has already sent someone to return the body to Master Ye's home. I've sent a few trusted men over to help the Ye brothers and sisters with the funeral arrangements. I'll go over there myself tonight. Master Ye's siblings are only seventeen, and they must be heartbroken and scared after encountering something like this. I'll go and keep them company."
Qingshan nodded. It was a blessing for Ye Qun to have a friend like Zhan Feng.
"If there's anything the Master can help me with, just ask!"
Zhan Feng's eyes lit up. "Master, if you hadn't asked me, I would have forgotten! Ye Zhi—Master Ye's younger sister—has aplastic anemia. Can you cure her?"
Aplastic anemia, in layman's terms, means that the bone marrow cannot produce normal blood cells, and the patient's red, white and three-line blood counts are reduced, which is a blood disease.
"You can only know if it can be cured after you see the patient! I'll go and take a look after Master Ye's funeral!"
Zhan Feng was overjoyed and once again believed that he was extremely lucky to have met a master like Qingshan.
The master and the disciple drove back to the Zhan family villa on the top of the mountain. Yin'er saw the scenery outside Jiuzun for the first time and was so curious that he couldn't keep his eyes busy along the way.
When they arrived at the Zhan family's house, it was already past seven o'clock. Zhan Kunpeng received a call from his son and had asked Sister Tao to prepare a table full of delicious food, waiting for Qingshan and the others to come back and eat together.
When Qingshan led Yin'er, who was half a man's height, into the house, the servants of the Zhan family were startled:
How could my little aunt go out and bring back such a big wolf! And it's a lame wolf with a bamboo board! The Zhan family's feng shui needs to be checked out. Why are there so many lame people? Just one, and then another!
When Zhan Kunpeng saw Yin'er, his eyes lit up. He rubbed the golden nan beads in his hand, strode up to Yin'er, looked her up and down, and kept exclaiming in admiration.
"Beautiful! Girl, did you buy this from Lang Wenzhe's fighting arena? I heard there's a mixed-breed wolfdog in his arena, is that it?"
Yin'er was standing at a height on the ground that allowed Qingshan to touch his head without bending over. Qingshan's hand was stroking Yin'er's head, and the shiny black hair made Qingshan's skin look even more like cream.
Qingshan nodded to Zhan Kunpeng.
"That's it, but it belongs to me now. It's called Silver Ear!"
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