Situ Pojun returned quickly, accompanied by Shang Jing. The two were in a hurry, clearly having work to finish. So Shang Lin simply smiled at them without saying a word.
However, Situ Pojun didn't give Shang Lin a chance to speak. As soon as he saw him, he said, "You can talk to Shang Jing about how much money is needed for alchemy. I have to go to a meeting now and I probably won't be back for a few days."
Wow, what a domineering CEO vibe! All that rich and powerful stuff, I'm not envious at all, okay? But after inwardly feeling envious, Shang Lin asked with a straight face, "A meeting? Is it about your transfer?"
"They might mention it, I don't know." Situ Pojun's attitude was quite casual at the moment, probably because he had already struggled with it beforehand. "But the year-end meeting always has to be held."
"Okay, then you go ahead with your work, I'll talk to Shang Jing."
"Oh, right, besides pills, I also want talismans, especially teleportation talismans."
Shang Lin looked at Situ Pojun with some confusion, "You're not thinking of spending all the money you've earned recently on me, are you? Are you that generous? You gave me ten million when we went to the Northwest, not a thousand dollars. How powerful is your money-making ability? Teach me a thing or two."
"The money I gave you when we went to the Northwest wasn't all paid by me. Besides, you were the one who initially taught me how to make money. You also recruited Lan Xuan and Shang Jing. You still want me to teach them? Alright, I have to go now. You two can talk."
Situ Pojun left without a second thought, clearly in a real hurry. Shang Lin subconsciously looked at Shang Jing, "He just left like that? Such an important place as the office, can just anyone come here?"
Shang Jing immediately laughed, "How could that be? Apart from you and the people you brought, and Lan Xuan and me, no one else can get to the eighteenth floor."
Shang Lin looked puzzled. "But when I first came here, the nurse brought me directly here."
“I don’t know about that, but it’s been like this ever since I arrived.” Shang Jing immediately got to the point. “But I don’t know anything about pills or talismans either. Anyway, the director told me that he has ten million yuan to buy pills and talismans.”
Shang Lin, "..."
Another day of envying Situ Pojun, what to do?
However, Situ Pojun had been very frank with Shang Lin beforehand, telling him that he didn't need it and could sell it, practically implying that he could make a profit and do someone a favor.
So Shang Lin told Shang Jing which type of pills he could refine and which type of talismans he could draw, each with a different price. He then calculated how many pills and talismans he could get in return, according to Situ Pojun's requirements.
At first, Shang Jing listened with curiosity and even did the conversions with Shang Lin, but gradually his expression became more and more serious. Finally, he looked at Shang Lin directly and asked, "Are you my brother? Although I don't understand these things, this is definitely not something a sixteen-year-old boy can do, right?"
Shang Lin chuckled, "Haven't you heard of extraordinary talent?"
"Of course I've heard of it, but..."
Shang Jing was at a loss for words, feeling as if her younger brother had gotten her into a mess. But that wasn't the point; the point was the work the section chief had assigned her.
There's another point that Shang Jing has to admit, whether he wants to or not: he and Shang Lin have absolutely no connection now, and are even separated by death.
After Shang Lin finished talking with Shang Jing, he returned to Xing Tian's place with She Jinxing. Only then did he realize his phone had run out of battery and shut down automatically. He figured Yu Qingfeng and Yao Mingyue hadn't been able to contact him since they came back today!
Sigh, as expected, I'm getting old, and my memory isn't what it used to be.
Shang Lin hurriedly used Xing Tian's phone charger to charge his own phone, which was still in his hotel room. He didn't know if Yu Qingfeng could bring it back for him.
As soon as he turned on his phone, he saw messages and calls from Yu Qingfeng, as well as messages from the Daoist group, class group, and friends group. Shang Lin couldn't help but facepalm. It really is a holiday; everyone is on their phones.
However, Shang Lin opened Yu Qingfeng's message first. They had added each other as friends, so it wasn't sent in the group chat. The first message was sent at 1 p.m.
Yu Qingfeng: Shang Lin, we'll arrive around three o'clock. Where should we look for you?
The second message was sent at 2 PM. Yu Qingfeng: Why is your phone off? Is it out of battery?
There's a third message from Yu Qingfeng: We're staying in City C tonight. Don't forget to reply to my messages when you turn your phone on.
Shang Lin hurriedly replied: Sorry, sorry, my phone really died. I just saw it now. Are you already resting? (Sorry emoji)
Yu Qingfeng: You replied to my message very promptly. I was just about to go to sleep. So, where shall we meet tomorrow?
Shang Lin: What time are you leaving tomorrow? Or are you going to stay in City C for a few more days?
Yu Qingfeng: We have to go back tomorrow, but we'll drive ourselves, so we'll have more flexibility in our schedule.
Shang Lin: Then I'll come to the hotel to find you at 8:30 tomorrow morning.
Yu Qingfeng: OK
After exiting the chat with Yu Qingfeng, Shang Lin opened the fellow Daoists' group. There was nothing important, or rather, nothing to do with him; it was just about the auction.
However, Shang Lin could tell from the words that everyone's evaluation of the auction was getting worse and worse. They said that the auction had long since changed its original meaning and had lost its original purpose. With this incident, they might as well not go to it in the future.
Shang Lin touched his nose somewhat embarrassedly. He was the one who started what happened after the auction, but there really wasn't anything good at the auction. And it was quite possible that what started as an auction for sects to exchange supplies would slowly turn into a place for selling rare wild animals.
Their encounter with the little white dragon ruined the auction. Who knows if there will be any other rare wild animals? It was their first time there, and they had absolutely no experience. They should have let the little snake go and check it out.
However, if that's the case, I'll still have to go in the future, but not alone. I'll have to be prepared. I just don't know if the various hidden families or sects will abide by the law!
At this moment, Shang Lin felt that he was influenced by Situ Pojun and Lan Xuan, especially Lan Xuan, who was determined to fight evil to the death, regardless of life or death. However, thinking about himself now, he didn't have that kind of strength yet, and he could only wait and see.
Shang Lin exited the webpage and reopened the class group chat. The group message said students should return to school at 9:00 AM on January 12th and not be late. Students who saw the message were asked to reply with "Received". Shang Lin quickly replied; he was probably the last one to do so.
Shang Lin's group chat is full of his junior high school classmates: Lin Shengqi, Meng Zhe, Su Jinghang, Chu Jiusheng, Luo Fanzhou, and Bi Ran. They tagged Shang Lin, suggesting they get together when they return to school on the 12th, or perhaps they could meet up with him back in the county.
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