"Mingming, I seem to have heard of Master Jin. That idiot Sima Baiwei hired several weapon masters before. This guy looks familiar. He seems to be one of them." Hu Bao stared at Master Jin for a while and whispered in Song Mingming's ear.

"Oh, so Yuan Chenlin didn't cheat me and really invited the best weapon maker in Qing City." Song Mingming nodded with satisfaction.

Hu Bao sneered, "How dare he forge this? Unless he doesn't want to stay in Qing City, let alone go to the Imperial Capital, he will have to run errands for us and be humble."

Song Mingming's eyes moved to Master Jin, and he crossed his legs. "I heard from Yuan Chenlin that you are very good at repairing magic weapons. I have a broken magic weapon here. Can you help me fix it? But first, I want to make it clear that if I am not satisfied, you know the consequences."

"Mr. Yuan is just flattering me. I can repair most magic weapons, but I can't guarantee that I can repair all of them, such as spiritual weapons," Master Jin smiled calmly, "But since Mr. Song has asked, I will do my best."

"What spiritual weapon? I don't believe Yuan Chenlin didn't tell you in advance. What I want to repair is a high-level magical weapon. What spiritual weapon? It would be great if you really have the ability. If you don't have the ability and still dare to boast in front of me, don't blame me for being angry." Song Mingming rolled his eyes. Although he was young, he had seen the world. He saw through Jin Hong's tricks at a glance.

Master Jin's expression froze. Every big shot in Qing City was polite to him, even the mayor. But Qing City was only a second-tier city after all. The truly powerful people were all in the imperial capital, where many hidden talents were. This Young Master Song was his stepping stone to the upper circle of the imperial capital. No matter how prestigious and influential he was in Qing City, he would never dare to offend Song Mingming. After all, behind him stood not only the Song family, but also that formidable and powerful family.

"Mr. Song is right. I appreciate your advice. I wonder which magic weapon Mr. Song wants to practice?" Master Jin noticed Song Mingming's impatience and immediately changed his strategy. It seemed that he had to play it straight to deal with a child.

Song Mingming gestured to Hu Bao.

"Be careful, this thing is very precious. If you can't handle it well, I will chop off your head first without having to do it openly." Hu Bao threatened rudely while placing the magic weapon on the table.

Master Jin suppressed his unhappiness and input his spiritual energy into the magic weapon. While checking it, he observed it secretly. It was indeed a high-level magic weapon, but the degree of damage was too great.

Not only was the inside of the magic weapon riddled with holes, but the outside was also completely unrecognizable.

He was not panicked but happy. No wonder Song Mingming did not dare to repair it for others at will. Such a magical instrument, not to mention whether it could be restored exactly the same, would probably not be repaired by an ordinary instrument master. His chance had indeed come.

"Mr. Song, do you have the original picture of the magic weapon? It would be best if we could get it from every angle." Master Jin asked, suppressing his excitement.

Hu Bao gave him the original pictures, more than a dozen of them.

Master Jin looked at each picture in detail and said, "This magic weapon has a serious problem. The materials for repairing it need to be found again. It cannot be repaired in a short time. If Song Shao believes in me, please give me three days. I promise that I will return you an identical magic weapon by then."

"Okay, I'll give you three days." Song Mingming agreed as he stood up. "Come back here with the repaired magic weapon in three days. I don't like waiting for people."

Hearing his intention to drive them away, Yuan Chenlin and Master Jin did not stay and left Song Mingming's residence together.

"Congratulations, Master Jin. You have succeeded this time. It will be just a matter of time before you enter the circle of the imperial capital. Don't forget me then." After getting in the car, Yuan Chenlin congratulated Master Jin.

Master Jin smiled brightly, "The matter has not yet been concluded, so I will borrow Young Master Yuan's good words. If it is really as Young Master Yuan said, I will definitely not forget Young Master Yuan."

Yuan Chenlin was delighted. It really worked. Not only could he gain Song Mingming's appreciation, but he could also get Master Jin's promise. It was like killing two birds with one stone. "Chenlin would like to thank Master Jin first."

After Yuan Chenlin separated from Master Jin, he drove back home in a good mood. The housekeeper told him that the company's manager Gao had arrived an hour ago and was waiting for him in the living room.

"How is the thing I asked you to do going?" Yuan Chenlin threw the keys on the table, threw himself into the sofa, and asked arrogantly.

Manager Gao wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Second Young Master, the Su family doesn't seem to be willing to compromise. Under our suppression, they actually started to resist. What do you think we should do next?"

When Yuan Chenlin heard that he couldn't even handle the Su family, he said unhappily, "Do you still need me to teach you about this? The Su family dared to resist. They don't take the Yuan Group seriously. Just kill them. I'll take the blame if anything goes wrong."

"But, after all, the Su family is not an ordinary small business or company. If we kill them, it will inevitably cause a big fight. In this way, the chairman may not be able to hide it." Manager Gao said with concern.

"I will talk to the chairman. Just do as I say. If you can really take over the Su family's company, the chairman will praise us so much, and I will not miss out on any benefits for you." Yuan Chenlin was full of confidence. If he couldn't even take over the Su family, he would lose face if he told others about it, and he would also be ridiculed by his family.

Manager Gao was a little tempted, and thought that since he had already done it, he might as well go all the way. Anyway, he was listening to the second young master, and if the chairman wanted to blame someone, it wouldn't be his fault, and the most he could do was deduct some of his salary.

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Gao Han closed his stall and went home. Zhong Li Tingzhou followed behind him not too far away, with the pace of a leisurely stroll in a garden, but the distance between them did not shorten or extend by more than half a meter.

Gao Han knew that even if he was asked not to follow him, he could still say that they were going the same way. With his thick skin, he always felt that he might say more words that would leave him speechless, so he simply turned a blind eye.

Zhongli Tingzhou did not stop him from going home. After he closed the door, he also went back to his room.

The communicator that he had casually thrown at the door during the day lit up again, and there were apparently hundreds of incoming calls on it, all from different people, as well as text messages from several people.

Zhongli Tingzhou picked up the communicator and took a look. The latest message was sent by a woman with the note name Ji Muyun.