These guys are all potential safety hazards.
"Okay, Minister, you send it over. I’ll ask Old ng about it when the ti cos," Wen Yan said.
Cai Qidong acted quickly. That very day, a refrigerated truck stopped by the roadside in the northern part of Wen Yan’s villa district.
The driver didn’t even remove the key. He just got out of the vehicle and walked away, abandoning the truck.
That evening, Wen Yan called Old ng.
Old ng, as usual, hung up and called back. When he saw the area code, however, he realized it was still from the Northwest.
"Old ng, why are you still over there?"
"I’m recuperating. It’s not sothing that heals easily..." Old ng’s voice was tinged with weakness.
"Ah, well, you focus on resting up then. I just got my hands on sothing good..."
"Where are you? I’m coming right over."
At the desert’s edge, Old ng, who had been lying still as a corpse under the leeward side of a low earthen wall, suddenly shot up like a carp.
He slapped the sleeping cal awake.
"Co on, get up! Ti to work."
The cal opened its eyes, looking at Old ng, sowhat speechless.
"Aren’t you even going to ask what it is? Are you that desperate?"
"You don’t understand a damn thing! Attitude! It’s all about attitude, do you get it? Even if he pulls out a pile of garbage today, I have to rush over imdiately. I’d almost prefer he gave garbage; then next ti, he’d be too embarrassed to try and palm off with it."
"And what if it’s really sothing good?"
"Are you stupid? If it’s genuinely good, then of course it’s worth making the trip myself."
Old ng rode his cal at a trot across the desert and soon disappeared into the sands.
On the road, in the quiet of the night, Old ng appeared silently, wearing a hat and riding his cal.
He arrived at the location of their last trade, where Wen Yan was already waiting.
Wen Yan didn’t waste any words and directly opened the back of the refrigerated truck.
Inside a glass coffin lay a Devil’s Body, at least two ters tall. Beside it were several glass jars: so contained a devil’s head, others held devil bones or internal organs.
Old ng’s eyes lit up. He climbed into the truck and first examined the glass jars.
"These incisions, this preservation—so clean and precise. Truly high-level work."
"Are these them?"
"All of them."
"Devil parts are rare commodities, especially this skull. Mages from the Ancient School are particularly fond of such things. They use them as Magic Amplification devices, which have an excellent enhancing effect on certain types of Magic."
"This Devil’s Body too. A friendly reminder: this is a genuine Devil’s Body, not one of those corrupted and mutated specins that appear after a descent."
Old ng was taken aback and imdiately began inspecting the Devil’s Body. After examining it for a long mont, he drew a sharp breath.
"Well, I’ll be damned! It’s the real deal. So a Demon King’s True Body really did descend. I thought the rumors were just baseless exaggerations."
Old ng’s eyes began to gleam, his mind instantly racing with a thousand sches. He was already pondering how to leverage this Devil’s Body for maximum profit.
"Let’s be clear: these items cannot appear in the Divine Land."
Old ng’s mind raced. He imdiately figured soone was secretly trying to get him a good deal but didn’t want things to go south.
Then again, what did it matter to him? In the Divine Land, these items were high-risk, low-reward, and had a small target audience. Even if he were crazy, he definitely wouldn’t sell this stuff there.
If he didn’t manage to fleece those Foreigners down to their underpants this ti, he’d consider it his loss.
He was still holding a grudge from the last ti those Foreigners had ripped him off. He rembered those Toy Magic Wands; even now, he hadn’t managed to offload all of them. That was proof enough of how badly he’d been conned.
"This stuff is indeed difficult to appraise..."
"Then I’ll na a price, and you see what you think," Wen Yan said.
"Go on."
"Nine hundred and ninety-eight Big Yellow Fish."
"Nine hundred and ninety-eight! Are you crazy? Or do you think I am?!"
Wen Yan said with a sly smile, "According to our agreent, when I’m selling sothing and na a price, as long as it’s lower than the highest price you have in mind, you can’t haggle."
Old ng suddenly looked at Wen Yan intently. He was beginning to understand why their original contract had such a clause. So, it was all leading up to this mont.
The highest price in his mind was one thousand. According to their agreent, he couldn’t refuse the price Wen Yan had nad.
"Old ng, if you think this isn’t right, then it just ans I overestimated you."
"Hmm?"
"A genuine Devil’s Body... Old ng, if you can’t make back at least five tis the profit on this—and that’s not even counting the unquantifiable benefits—if you can’t achieve that, then I truly did overestimate you."
Old ng’s mind turned, and he chuckled heartily.
As a businessman, how could one expect to profit from every single deal? Upon seeing this Devil’s Body, he’d already decided he wouldn’t profit from this particular transaction, because he could earn much more from it down the line.
He did a quick calculation. Wen Yan wasn’t wrong. Even at the highest purchase price, not counting the intangible benefits from new connections he’d make, just looking at the quantifiable returns—if he couldn’t make back more than five tis the amount, he’d consider himself too soft on those Foreigners.
"Alright, nine hundred and ninety-eight it is. That number’s quite auspicious too."
"Excellent."
The two didn’t haggle much over this acquisition. Once the goods were inspected and confird to be in order, the deal was considered done.
The paynt was left with Old ng, unwithdrawn. In the future, when purchasing intelligence, it could be directly deducted.
Once this matter was concluded, Wen Yan casually asked a question.
"Old ng, you were in the Northeast before, weren’t you?"
"Yes, I was. What about it?"
"I have sothing related to the North that I’d like you to take a look at. How would we account for this one?"
"Let see it."
Wen Yan took out his phone and opened the processed photograph.
Seeing it was just a photograph, Old ng waved his hand dismissively.
"It’s just looking at a photo, what’s there to charge for? Not everything has to be a business transaction. I’ll just take a look for you."
Old ng enlarged the photo with his finger and studied it carefully for a long mont. His expression grew sowhat peculiar.
"I’ve actually seen sothing similar to this before. It’s just a bit strange for it to appear in Nanwu County."
"What is it?"
"That Ghost is likely a Ghost Servant. Those chains are reins, and they only materialize when broken."
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