His usually calm mind was incongruously interrupted by the memory of the girl's fragrant, soft body pressing against him...
For the first time, his usually clear eyes became dark and deep.
Gu Linchao had insomnia.
The next day.
After a good night's sleep, Wen Nongnong felt refreshed and in excellent spirits.
She got up a little earlier today, found a stick that suited her, practiced a set of stick techniques in the yard, and then took a bucket to water the flowering trees under the corner of the wall.
After finishing her work, she went to have breakfast.
But not long after, Wen Tingyun arrived.
"Second brother, where have you been these past few days? I didn't see you when I went back the other day," Wen Nongnong frowned. "Have you taken care of everything I told you about?"
Wen Tingyun's leg trembled, her face full of profound mystery. "Guess?"
Wen Nongnong rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "How am I supposed to guess? Hey, did you even listen to what I said?"
Wen Tingyun's legs stopped shaking, her face fell, and she said unhappily, "I've been running around like an ox these past few days, so tired that I haven't even had a sip of hot tea. And when I get back, I still have to put up with your scornful looks. You heartless brat!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Nongnong immediately fawned over him, pouring him a cup of hot tea and giving him a shoulder massage. "I was just too impatient, Second Brother, please be magnanimous and don't hold it against me."
Wen Tingyun picked up her teacup, took a sip, and glanced at her sideways. "That's more like it."
"So what's the situation now? What have you been busy with these past few days, Second Brother?" Wen Nongnong asked while massaging his shoulders.
Wen Tingyun put down his teacup, then suddenly pulled out a pure gold token from his pocket and handed it to her. "Here, this is what I've accomplished in the last few days."
Wen Nongnong reached out and took it, and saw that the word "red" was engraved on the pure gold token in a flamboyant style.
"What's this?" She held the token in her hand, weighed it in her hand, and found it quite heavy. Her eyes lit up. "Could this be made of pure gold? It must be worth a lot of money, right?"
Wen Tingyun's lips twitched, and she snatched the token back. "Are you so obsessed with money that you can only see gold? Can't you see such a huge deficit?"
Wen Nongnong said sullenly, "Of course I saw it, but the question is, what does this deficit mean?"
Wen Tingyun sighed, "Indeed, you're just a sheltered woman, forever confined to your own little world. How could you possibly understand the outside world?"
Wen Nong Nong rolled her eyes, but she didn't argue with him in a good-natured way. Oh well, let her be a stay-at-home wife then.
"Please enlighten me, Second Brother." She looked at him sincerely, with an eager expression.
Wen Tingyun then said, "You may not have heard of the Crimson Feather Tower, but many years ago, the Crimson Feather Tower was a killer organization that made people tremble with fear. They acted eccentrically and ruthlessly, and they never failed in any mission they took on. They even had a terrifying nickname in the martial arts world: 'When locusts pass through, not a blade of grass grows,' which made people in the world very wary."
In recent years, however, their internal strife has intensified. No one is willing to submit to anyone else, and their strength has been used to fight against their own people. Even the largest organization cannot withstand such attrition. As a result, the once feared Crimson Feather Tower quickly declined and never regained its former glory. Today, it is nothing more than a pile of loose sand.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, they set aside their prejudices and were eager to elect a leader who could lead them back to their former glory. Therefore, two days ago, they held an election conference in Tunzhou, inviting talented individuals from all over the world to participate. The winner would become the new leader of their Crimson Feather Tower.
Akabane-ro is a yakuza organization, and respectable people disdain associating with them. However, many forces want to recruit them, making the election conference the previous two days a lively and bustling gathering of talented individuals.
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