Secret Buyer-Chapter 35: If You’re Going to Cheat, Cheat Big

Chapter 35: Chapter 35: If You’re Going to Cheat, Cheat Big

An old man and a young boy crouched at the corner, watching from a distance.

A red sports car with its trunk wide open, stuffed with flowers. Beside it, a burly boy was scratching his bald head,

while Zhong Yue looked bewildered, and Lu Yao was covering her face.

Zhang Fusheng also covered his face, wondering if Old Zhu was just a fool.

"You know them?" Hong Tianbao asked with interest.

"Yeah, the guy is my best buddy, and the other two are also friends," Zhang Fusheng replied weakly, not really wanting to admit it.

’Bang!’

With a dull thud, the two of them looked over eagerly and saw the bald guy went ’bang’ and knelt on one knee.

He had such a deep expression of affection.

"Idiot," the chubby old man commented.

"Right on point," Zhang Fusheng quipped, "Old Zhu is getting dumber and dumber."

"I like you, can you be my girlfriend!"

Zhu Xiaoming’s loud voice rang out, startling everyone.

Lu Yao became flustered, clearly losing her ability to think:

"You... you... what are you saying!"

Her face turned red, all the way to the tips of her ears, as she stumbled back a few steps and fled in a panic.

As she ran, she fell face down, then got up and continued to run away.

Zhu Xiaoming, that idiot, didn’t help her up or chase after her, just sat there scratching his bald head in confusion.

The chubby old man was amazed:

"This fool is even more foolish than your senior brother was back then!"

Zhang Fusheng covered his face again, noticing that Lu Yao was running in their direction, so he emerged from behind the trees, pretending to have just seen her, and exclaimed:

"Lu Yao? Why are you covered in dirt?"

Blushing and with her mind in a fog, Lu Yao was taken aback:

"Zhang Fusheng?"

Not knowing how to explain, she stomped her foot and wanted to run again, but Zhang Fusheng blocked her path and said with a wry smile:

"Alright, alright, I saw everything... but you can’t get a cab around here, are you really going to walk back?"

After a pause, he added seriously:

"I suspect Old Zhu chose this place on purpose, so you couldn’t run anywhere."

Lu Yao was both angry and embarrassed: 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"It would be strange if he was that clever! He didn’t even bother chasing me..."

After taking a couple of deep breaths, she reluctantly calmed herself and looked at the round and chubby old man beside her:

"Who is this elderly gentleman?"

"My master, his surname is Hong."

"Hello, Grandpa Hong," Lu Yao greeted grumpily, and the chubby old man walked over happily.

Zhang Fusheng added a few more words of comfort:

"That guy is just a blockhead....."

The chubby old man nodded in agreement:

"These days, such simple-minded fools are rare."

Lu Yao was silent for a moment and then muttered resentfully:

"He’s a total idiot!"

She stopped running and followed Zhang Fusheng and Hong Tianbao back.

"Hey? Lu Yao, you came back..... Old Zhang?" Zhu Xiaoming, sitting on the ground, said sadly as he was pulled up with a look of despair.

He glanced at the trunk full of flowers and gasped:

"Who taught you to confess with white chrysanthemums?!?"

It was only then that Lu Yao noticed the large clusters of white chrysanthemums in the trunk and couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

With anger.

Zhu Xiaoming was puzzled:

"These are chrysanthemums? The seller told me they were White Immortal Flowers, symbolizing purity and eternity..."

Zhang Fusheng fell silent.

After a while, he introduced wearily:

"This is Zhu Xiaoming, this is Lu Yao and Zhong Yue..... This is my master, surname Hong."

"Hello, Grandpa Hong," Zhong Yue greeted politely, but Zhu Xiaoming was shocked: "Hey? Old Zhang, when did you get a master..... Hello, Grandpa Hong!"

The chubby old man nodded with a smile.

Zhang Fusheng closed the trunk, ending the farce, and the group of five strolled down the path, with Zhu Xiaoming on the far right and Lu Yao on the far left.

The former didn’t dare to get close, while the latter was still simmering with anger.

The four teenagers chatted about various topics from all over, while the chubby old man watched the scene with a smile, occasionally chiming in with a word or two,

as the sunshine bathed them, full of youthful vigor.

"Old Zhang, you still haven’t said when you got a master!" Zhu Xiaoming asked boldly, having already put the ’failed confession’ behind him, acting as if nothing had happened. Lu Yao felt even more annoyed.

"Didn’t I join the Martial Arts Dojo? My master saw potential and dedication in me, so he took me as his disciple."

"Martial Arts Dojo??" The three of them were clearly stunned, as a Martial Arts Dojo was not just a martial arts hall, it taught cultivation.

The master of a Martial Arts Dojo had to be a top expert of the Fifth or Sixth Refinement!

They looked at Hong Tianbao with a newfound respect, but found the old man amiable and approachable, so they didn’t feel too restrained.

They were still innocent teenagers with no sense of social hierarchy.

"Is Grandpa Hong’s Martial Arts Dojo in the Third District?" Zhong Yue asked curiously.

"Yes, I initially thought of setting it up in the Fourth District, but since the rent was about the same in both places, I chose the Third District," Hong Tianbao replied casually.

Zhong Yue seemed to half-understand, expressing admiration:

"The Snake Fist Hall is in the Seventh District, and the hall master pays a salary of three thousand, so the Third District must pay higher..."

Hong Tianbao laughed and said:

"I think the salary for a Martial Arts Hall handyman is five thousand... young girl, do you want to come?"

Zhong Yue thought seriously for a moment, then shook her head:

"The Snake Fist Hall is close to my house, and Hall Master Huang is kind to us, teaching us a few moves occasionally."

She demonstrated a rough stance and threw a couple of punches.

Hong Tianbao raised his eyebrows, clearly recognizing the rough stance, looked at Zhang Fusheng, who nodded slightly.

He understood now that Huang Qiuxian, that old snake, had opened a martial arts hall in the Seventh District.

The group continued walking and chatting, discussing rumors from the forest, dreams about Jiang University, occasionally asking Zhang Fusheng about Chen the Great Genius,

as the chubby old man quietly watched the scene, feeling a certain nostalgia.

Being young is great.

More precisely, this pure youthfulness is truly wonderful.

"Hey, some big news just came in," Zhu Xiaoming suddenly said, scrolling through his phone, "There was a big explosion in the Eighth District... look, it almost looks like a mushroom cloud."

He pointed his phone at a few people. Zhang Fusheng and the chubby old man looked over, their expressions turning serious.

In the image, several residential buildings were clearly destroyed by explosions, flames shooting into the sky, smoke swirling around, and in the distance, the sign of Ankang Hospital was faintly visible.

Just then, they returned to where the car was parked. Zhang Fusheng pursed his lips:

"My master and I need to head back now... see you later?"

"Sure, I’ll take Lu Yao and Zhong Yue home first. Do you want me to pick you up tonight?"

"No need."

Watching the red sports car drive away, Hong Tianbao furrowed his brow slightly and made a phone call.

After a moment, the call connected.

"The explosion in the Eighth District was?" the old man inquired; he didn’t seem too worried about Niu Dali’s safety.

An explosion of such magnitude wouldn’t easily harm a Great Martial Artist of the Twelve Refinements.

Over the phone, the voice of the eldest senior brother came through with a cough:

"I brought people just found the place, and as soon as we entered, the explosion occurred. This group of unknown punks set off a heap of powerful explosives."

"There was also another Twelve Refinements guy there. I fought him and got a few injuries, but it’s not too serious."

"Twelve Refinements?"

The chubby old man’s voice turned serious:

"Have you seen him before?"

"Never seen, he’s from the Eastern Sect... I’ve already killed him. I can confirm he was the mastermind."

"I found the No. 19 Bar’s commission receipt on him, not just for the junior brother, but also for me and the two junior sisters."

Hong Tianbao kept a straight face:

"Are you sure it’s the Eastern Sect? That doesn’t make sense."

"I’m sure, he used the Five Thunders Technique, luckily I dodged quickly... I suspect Huang Qiuxian is seeking revenge against you?"

"Got it, I know now."

He hung up the phone.

Zhang Fusheng said quietly:

"Master, what exactly is the Eastern Sect?"

"Among the four major evil sects targeted by the Federation, one is Taoism, which is divided into the Eastern and Western Sects. The Eastern Sect does nothing, while the Western Sect does anything."

"Is the old man Huang from the Eastern Sect? He has no reason to kill me."

"I know."

Hong Tianbao lowered his eyelids.

Zhang Fusheng shook his head, then curiously asked:

"Master, what are the four major evil sects?"

Hong Tianbao, lost in thought, responded:

"One is the Pantheon, a merger of many small sects, and the other three are the Taoist, Buddhist, and Confucian."

Zhang Fusheng was stunned, Confucian, Buddhist, Taoist.

"Alright, since your eldest senior brother has already dealt with the mastermind, the matter is settled. I’ll go to the scene to have a look."

Hong Tianbao said calmly:

"Since I’ve already approached them, No. 19 will naturally withdraw the commission. You go back first."

After pausing, he added:

"The Five Thunders Technique should be hidden in your bones. When you return, you can meditate and attempt to cultivate this technique. The Eastern Sect’s technique is a true Slaughter Technique with very high potential."

"Also, don’t wait for me, as I need to meet with people from the Investigation Bureau. I might be back in a few days."

"Yes, Master."

Watching his master leave, Zhang Fusheng returned to the Martial Arts Dojo and purchased three special nutritional supplements from the dining hall, eating them silently.

With the over ten million from Zhou Quan, he could now afford Star Beast meat in abundance for a short time.

After consuming three special nutritional supplements, the contract in the Ancestral Acupoint between his eyebrows once again emitted a radiant glow.

"Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism..." Zhang Fusheng was unaware, merely muttering to himself.

This world’s water seems deep indeed.

He stood practicing stance training in the Martial Arts Dojo the entire night, silently observing himself, and truly saw a brilliant script on his bones.

Got it.

Can’t understand.

Just like the Great Sun Illuminates the 72 Snow Mountains, it’s difficult to grasp, only roughly understanding the beginning.

Next morning.

Having researched the Five Thunders Technique all night, Zhang Fusheng felt a bit fatigued. This technique was indeed profound, involving the so-called Five Directions Five Thunders,

east, south, west, north, center, wood, fire, metal, water, earth.

But as the text stated, only by achieving the Five Viscera Realm could one initially control the Thunder Technique, or those who had mastered the Spirit Divine Realm could unleash real thunderbolts within the divine realm to kill through illusions.

"The Five Viscera Realm should be at the level of a Martial Arts Master; I’m still a long way off, but the Divine Realm... I’ve already achieved it."

"The trouble is, the Five Thunders Technique is too arcane."

Zhang Fusheng pondered, his mind racing:

"Has the assassination matter really come to an end?"

He sensed something was off.

Things concluded too hastily; most importantly, that explosion was too suspicious.

It seemed like evidence was being erased.

Moreover, it’s unclear how someone knew about the progress of his Spring Thunder Technique.

Unless...

He pressed his lips together; his just-returned eldest senior brother and two junior sisters were resting on the same floor at the moment.

"My physique limits my cultivation progress, but the Contemplation Technique can be gradually built up over time..."

Zhang Fusheng went down to the second floor and entered the cafeteria.

"How much Star Beast meat is left in stock?"

"In response, only two liang is left. The next batch is due mid-month." The head chef replied respectfully.

"Two liang, a hundred grams."

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a moment:

"Roast it all, and deduct the cost from my tab opened yesterday."

How many years of hard cultivation does it take to achieve true Perfection of the Contemplation Technique?

Zhang Fusheng didn’t know.

But however many years it takes, he could afford that many years.

Trading with martial artists requires careful planning and consideration, and the trading partners need careful selection too,

but there are plenty who have practiced the Contemplation Technique their entire lives and achieved nothing.

Master once said that a perfected Contemplation Technique is the true Heaven-Reaching Road.

If you’re going to go big, go really big!