Li Banfeng shook his head. "You can’t do it alone. This isn’t just a simple matter of losing face, either. If we don’t handle this well, we’ll lose both our reputation and our integrity. We should go together. Let’s round up all the people we trust and even ask for a few more hands to co along. Everyone who goes with us must have backbone. They absolutely cannot be lowlifes."
Ma Wu was shocked. "Old Qi, you don’t understand the Strict Law Society! We’re not going there to brawl. We need to find a way to clarify things."
Li Banfeng laughed. "I think I should understand the Strict Law Society. I just lost to a bunch of lowlifes, and I can’t afford to lose again!"
...
On the train, Li Banfeng, Ma Wu, and a group of more than thirty people headed to Black Stone Slope.
Ma Wu chartered a train carriage and paid a hefty sum in hush money to the Border Defense Envoy, train conductor, station master, train attendants, and other station staff to ensure the trip was kept secret.
In the carriage, several writers were sitting together, discussing their strategy.
A writer nad Yu Wenqi spoke first, "There are many newspapers in Black Stone Slope. I’ve had several articles published in newspapers before, but only in lesser-known ones."
Another writer, Bai Qiusheng, said, "Not only are there many newspapers in Black Stone Slope, but there are also many magazines. I’ve worked as a magazine writer too. I’ve even brought two issues with , though I was embarrassed to show them..."
Li Banfeng was puzzled, "What’s there to be embarrassed about?"
Bai Qiusheng hesitated for a mont before taking out the magazines.
Everyone crowded around to see, realizing that this magazine’s selling point wasn’t its articles, but its photos.
Bai Qiusheng said, "Seventh Master, look at the lighting in these photos. It’s not bad, right?"
Li Banfeng nodded. "Yes, the lighting isn’t bad; they’re all in the buff."
Why are there so many newspapers and magazines in Black Stone Slope?
Ma Wu said, "Black Stone Slope is a special place. The publishing industry is even more developed than in Greenwater City, and the reason is..."
Before he could finish, an old woman who saw the magazine couldn’t help but start cursing, "Shaless won, sticking their peaches out for photos!"
Ah Qin sneered, "What, are you getting jealous? Their peaches look good because they are in their pri!"
"Bah! You’re shaless too. Why don’t you stick yours out for everyone to see..."
The Swearing Woman and Ah Qin looked ready to fight, so Ma Wu hurried over to diate.
Bringing these two won out took quite a bit of effort from Li Banfeng.
They were subordinates of Qiu Luoye, and he had to first get Qiu Luoye’s agreent. Qiu Luoye was a bit grumpy due to the land reclamation matters and only agreed after much persuasion.
Moreover, these two were Strange Monsters. Strictly speaking, they shouldn’t leave New Land, or else it would be like provoking the Local Deity of Proper Land.
Thankfully, Shui Yongquan found an expert who disguised them, hiding all traces of their strange aura. They appeared just like ordinary people, which allowed them to leave New Land.
For this, Li Banfeng even signed a Contract Book with Shui Yongquan, agreeing to build a cinema in Zhengjing Village two months later.
The Swearing Woman and Ah Qin’s quarrel grew fiercer, and it looked like they were about to co to blows, but then they suddenly quieted down.
Xiao Genzi, carrying a ladle and a bucket, passed between them.
Both won covered their noses and sat back down in their seats.
Xiao Genzi approached Li Banfeng. "Seventh Master, this train is so strange. The toilet goes straight onto the railroad tracks. How am I supposed to practice my cultivation!"
Li Banfeng, looking appreciative, nodded. "Root, put down the bucket first. Brothers and sisters, when we get to Black Stone Slope, we need to win the first battle."
PS: I looked at the mirror quietly, a confident smile on my face. "With this Chapter updated, let’s see who dares to laugh at us for being short now!"
The reflection in the mirror replied, even more confidently, "They’re laughing at *you* for being short. I’ve always been very long."
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