"When will the production method be given to you, Shopkeeper Liu?" Chen Ling turned to look at Liu He aside and asked.
"There's no rush. After the headquarters responds and the contract is set, it won't be too late if you think it's okay." Liu He said with a smile.
He deceived others without blinking an eye, but he couldn't be too casual with the person in front of him. He had to wait for a reply from the headquarters, otherwise if there was an accident, the oil on his body would be scraped off by the people from the headquarters.
If he gets a bigger share by then, it means that the person in front of him is an insignificant little person, and it won’t be too late to let him squeeze it, but if the other party gets a lot of share...
Then he will continue to pretend to be his grandson and kneel down to lick. The more he divides, the more he will lick. Otherwise, it won't be his turn to lick when the time comes.
Liu He's fat eyes shone with a cunning light, and he would know everything by tomorrow.
"That's fine." Chen Chen glanced at Liu He who was smiling and said with a chuckle.
No matter what Liu He's idea was, it was destined to fail. If he came to cause trouble, he was not afraid of Liu He. After all, he was just a shopkeeper in the county.
There are nine states in the world, namely Wu, Liu, Jiang, Liang, Ping, Jing, Lu, Jin, and Lan. Each state is divided into two prefectures, each prefecture is divided into four counties, and each county is divided into twelve counties. There are countless villages under each county.
Some counties may manage a few, some may manage a dozen, dozens, or even hundreds. I am afraid only the officials know how many villages there are in total.
In other words, there are 864 shopkeepers similar to Liu He in the world, and Liu He is definitely not the one with the highest authority among them.
If Liu He is really clever, he will be killed if he is killed. Maybe Liu He's people will thank him and help him cover up the truth.
Thinking of this, Chen Chen looked at Liu He with softer eyes. After all, who would care too much about someone who almost stepped into the coffin?
"Shopkeeper Liu, do you want to stay for a bite to eat before leaving?" Ling Chen asked with a smile.
Liu He was stunned when he heard this, and turned to look at his subordinates who were stopping work one after another, knowing that they were going to drive people away early in the morning.
"Hehehe, thank you Master Zhou Cheng for your kindness. I still have something to deal with in the shop, so I won't stay any longer. Master Zhou Cheng will stay." Liu He smiled as usual and cupped his hands. After saying that, he turned around and said hello and walked down the mountain.
"Next time, just call me Monk San Burian, Burial Burian." Ling Chen smiled and waved his hand at Liu He.
Liu He's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he suddenly asked him to change his name. He also said that his name was San Yin, or An Yin Yin. Did this point him in the right direction?
Thinking of this, Liu He smiled and waved his hands like in the early morning, but his pace quickened.
I secretly swore in my heart that I would have to bring some good people with me when I come back tomorrow, otherwise it would be really easy to get out.
Chen Chen didn't know that Liu He interpreted his self-introduction as a threat. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. After all, he just wanted to threaten Liu He, but he just didn't have time.
"Hahaha, you almost scared that little fat guy." Old monk Wude said while stroking his beard on the recliner.
"Businessmen are not necessarily bad people, but good people certainly can't do business. Threatening him can make him reveal his flaws as soon as possible." Ling Chen explained nonchalantly.
"When the time comes, you can kill or scrape him, so you don't have to let him do small tricks."
After hearing those murderous words in the early morning, old monk Wude stroked his beard and then shook his head helplessly.
"Master, what do you mean by shaking your head?" Chen Chen was a little confused.
Just now, he spoke quickly and said what was in his heart smoothly. Logically speaking, Old Monk Wude would either say a few words to him or hit him a few times. Why didn't he say a word this time?
"You have grown up, and you have to know in your mind what kind of person you want to be. As a teacher, I cannot control you for the rest of your life." Old monk Wude sighed softly and said.
"As long as you have no regrets and a clear conscience, it's up to you to decide which path you want to take."
"Disciple, I... I want to be a person who wipes out all the injustice in the world. Being compassionate can't save the world. Good people don't live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years. Only by killing can there be a glimmer of light!" Ling Chen clenched his fists and said.
"This road will be very difficult, and it can even be said that the whole world is an enemy. Do you think you can do it?" Old monk Wude asked with a normal expression.
Hearing this, Ling Chen scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Hehehehe, Master, what I was bragging about just now, how can my disciple have such lofty ideals? My disciple's rule of life is, I will not offend others unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will destroy them all!"
"However, if this can help people clear up their injustices, that would be great." Ling Chen's face was a little red.
"If you think about it, just do it. I will have no friends, no enemies, nothing in my life. I will live in seclusion here and enjoy my old age. I am the only disciple like you." Old monk Wude looked at the sky and said.
"Come back when you get into trouble. Master will support you. Master, you must protect something in your life, so that your life in this world will not be in vain."
Listening to the pain and loss hidden in the words of the old monk Wude, his nose felt a little sore in the early morning. He didn't know what the old monk Wude had experienced.
But that incident must have caused great pain to the old monk Wude, which led a monk in the happy realm to live in seclusion in the mountains and be willing to be an ordinary monk.
"My disciple will definitely not be polite to you, Master." Chen Chen said with red eyes and gritted teeth.
"Idiot..." Old monk Wude stood up and shook his head, reached for the bag of rice noodles and salt and walked towards the makeshift kitchen.
"Go wash up and come back for dinner." Old Monk Wude ordered.
"Hey, okay." Chen Chen responded.
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I was sitting at the table in the early morning, taking a few mouthfuls of rice. I looked at the old monk Wude opposite me who was chewing slowly and was hesitant to speak.
"Whatever you want to ask, just say it." Old monk Wude didn't even raise his eyelids.
"Yes, Master, what I want to ask is, what kind of weapon should I use in the future?" Ling Chen swallowed the food in his mouth and asked while sitting upright.
"Use whatever you want." Old monk Wude said softly.
"Then Master, what did you use back then?" Chen Chen was a little dissatisfied when he heard this. Isn't it the same as not saying it? So he asked with some curiosity.
Hearing this, Old Monk Wude silently stretched out a hand, and then retracted it.
"Ah? With your hands? That Zen staff is..." Chen Qing was a little dumbfounded.
Was the old monk so wild back then? Fight the enemy with your hands? What do you do with a knife? Grit your teeth and hold on?
After all, although one is strong enough to be invulnerable to swords, it is only limited to facing ordinary people or those in the first three realms. Experts still need to use their weapons well against the enemy.
"...Gifted by an old friend." Old monk Wude said after being silent for a while.
It seemed that Old Monk Wude didn't really want to talk about the Zen staff, but out of love for his young apprentice, he was reluctant to say so.
Ling Chen naturally noticed it, so he didn't choose to ask further questions.
"If you are strong enough, you can hurt someone even with a leaf or flying flower. If you are not strong enough, it will be useless to give you a peerless magic weapon." Old monk Wude said.
"So, the most important thing is to choose what suits you. Use whatever you think you should use."
Hearing this, I fell into deep thought in the early morning, so what is suitable for me?
Old monk Wude did not urge him and ate in silence.
A long time passed like this.
boom!
Slapping the table in the early morning.
"Master! I know what I'm going to use!"
