Chapter 78 - 54 "Prison Suppression Platform
Chapter 54 [Prison Suppression Platform]
President Fang was truly furious this time, and his rage was extremely intense!
Honestly, although Luo Qing had tricked him before, President Fang was angry but still within the normal range.
After all, Fatty Fang had been rolling in society for many years. People in the Jianghu do Jianghu things.
In this world, there are always good and bad people. Some help you, some deceive you.
Fatty Fang had been deceived before, but those could be considered tricks of the Jianghu.
But...
This time was different!
Yesterday, it was Elder Zi who came to apologize and offered to pay the compensation.
This was a sign of acknowledging fault and reconciling.
Fatty Fang had generously accepted it, and as for the compensation... it was substantial, but Fatty Fang took it with a clear conscience!
He was tricked by Luo Qing, lost so much money in business, fell ill, and ended up in the hospital with a broken leg.
So taking that compensation was perfectly justified.
But then, after agreeing to it...
A day later, they regretted it?!
This was deliberate humiliation!!
No respect for rules, and they played him?!
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Fatty Fang’s forehead veins throbbed as he gritted his teeth, "Assistant Yan, call Elder Zi and tell her about this. Ask her what the hell does she mean! Does she really think Old Fang is a pushover?!"
Assistant Yan nodded and was about to step out to make the call when President Fang suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute!"
"Hmm? Boss, anything else?"
President Fang knocked on the table and coldly laughed, "No, forget it. Don’t call that woman! No need to waste breath on her!
She’s on the same side as Luo. They are a family, after all, in cahoots."
Hmm, did the boss mean to say "in collusion"?
Assistant Yan’s face remained unchanged, "Then, boss, what should we do?"
President Fang sighed, "In the end, we still have to find Teacher Xiao Chen... Hmm, but it’s a pity.
We just sent gifts and had dinner last night, and now we need to ask him for help today. It doesn’t look good.
It makes it seem like we were buttering him up because we needed something."
Assistant Yan thought for a moment, carefully suggesting, "Boss, isn’t this overthinking? I find Teacher Xiao Chen to be a straightforward person. If you ask him for help, he would naturally expect compensation. I don’t think he’d refuse."
"You don’t understand," President Fang shook his head, "I just don’t want my relationship with Teacher Xiao Chen to be purely transactional. I want to be friends with him, understand? But this matter can’t be solved by anyone else; we can only ask him."
President Fang squinted his eyes and thought, "Assistant Yan, can you think of a way to make Teacher Xiao Chen owe me a favor?"
Understanding President Fang’s intentions, Assistant Yan cautiously suggested, "Cater to his interests?"
"Hmm, that’s a way. The best way to make friends is to cater to their interests. Help me think of a way. Unfortunately, we don’t know Teacher Xiao Chen well enough to know what he likes."
(He likes money), Assistant Yan muttered to himself.
Chen Yan likes money, Assistant Yan had seen that clearly before. When they initially talked about a ritual task, the other party was hesitant, but once they discussed rent as compensation, he was all smiles.
Even adding months of property management fees...
This person likes money—that’s Assistant Yan’s judgment.
But... who doesn’t like money?
Liking money doesn’t mean you can give them a bag full of cash every day.
After some serious consideration, Assistant Yan suddenly remembered something.
"Boss, I just remembered something. When Teacher Xiao Chen rented that house from you, the agent handling it seemed to be an old acquaintance of his.
On the day the contract was signed, I handled it, and overheard that they were university classmates."
"Oh?", President Fang’s eyes lit up.
Assistant Yan softly suggested, "Should I... contact the agent?"
"Hmm, good idea. Be careful not to pry too much, just find out what Teacher Xiao Chen likes or cares about."
"Got it!"
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Chen Yan had been busy in the courtyard all morning after getting up.
The Spirit Gathering Array was damaged by Gu Qingyi, and Chen Yan had called that black-hearted stone supplier to reorder several carved bluestone strips.
The supplier was delighted to hear from him—Chen Yan had previously ordered a hundred White Jade Tokens. They were supposed to be finished in a few days and delivered.
However, a major incident happened, and Chen Yan’s phone was off. The stone supplier had called multiple times, unable to reach him, thinking the deal had fallen through.
Coming back, Chen Yan was busy with one thing after another, almost forgetting the jade token deal.
He only remembered to contact the stone supplier after the Spirit Gathering Array was damaged and needed materials.
The supplier was very efficient and happened to have some in stock—they always kept extras for backup. For the last order of fifty bluestone strips, they had prepared a few extra during the cutting process.
Just in case of carving errors, they had spares ready.
Receiving Chen Yan’s call, the supplier promised to have everything ready and delivered in two days—including the hundred White Jade Tokens.
Chen Yan spent the morning in the courtyard, directing the old turtle to clean up the damaged array stones.
Poor Gui Geng, working hard all morning—these were the same stones that had tricked the mountain’s Primordial Qi, causing him to run back and forth. He must have cursed Chen Yan countless times, "You wretched soul."
As Chen Yan directed Gui Geng, he noticed Gu Qingyi had dragged a chair onto the grass in the courtyard at some point.
The small figure lay lazily on the chair, eyes half-closed, either sleeping or practicing some mysterious cultivation technique.
For two hours, Gu Qingyi didn’t move an inch.
What a pity, Chen Yan sighed.
Such a pretty girl, and she’s lounging like a couch potato.
Curious, Chen Yan couldn’t resist walking over and lightly kicking the chair.
"...," Gu Qingyi opened her eyes and glanced at Chen Yan calmly.
"What are you doing here? You haven’t moved all morning."
Gu Qingyi considered for a moment, then softly replied, "I’m sunbathing."
Raising an eyebrow, Chen Yan instinctively looked up at the sky.
Despite it being a sunny day, it was winter, and the sun’s faint warmth was barely noticeable.
With the northwest wind blowing, an ordinary person sitting outside in this weather would be at risk of catching a cold.
"The temperature is only three degrees today," Chen Yan frowned, "What’s the point of sunbathing?"
"You wouldn’t understand," Gu Qingyi glanced at him, then looked back at the sky, softly saying, "The sunshine here... it’s very warm."
Chen Yan had intended to crack a joke, but suddenly noticed something unusual in Gu Qingyi’s eyes.
As Gu Qingyi looked up at the sun, at that faint warmth...Chen Yan thought he saw a trace of...
Enjoyment?
Chen Yan was momentarily dazed, wondering if he was seeing things.
Watching this elegant yet slightly otherworldly-looking girl, her eyes seemed to hold a fleeting, heart-wrenching vulnerability—although Chen Yan couldn’t quite pinpoint why.
He thought for a moment, then went back to the villa. After a while, he returned with two steaming cups of milk tea.
"President Fang sent two boxes of good tea leaves yesterday, and we just happen to have milk in the fridge. I made some special milk green tea. Try it."
He handed one cup to Gu Qingyi. She took it hesitantly, sipped it, and then her alluring eyes narrowed with satisfaction.
This girl likes sweet things!
Chen Yan made a mental note.
He had deliberately added an extra half spoonful of sugar to the tea.
Relaxing, Chen Yan smiled and placed a chair not far from Gu Qingyi, mimicking her reclining posture.
Not bad, a sip of milk tea, a gust of northwest wind... this feeling...
Isn’t this just torment?
Chen Yan curiously glanced at Gu Qingyi, seeing her still enjoying herself contentedly.
"Can’t you sunbathe in the Domain Realm?" Chen Yan asked softly.
"Yes, you can," Gu Qingyi replied, opening her eyes slightly before closing them again, murmuring, "Peach Blossom Mountain in spring has gentle breezes and warm sun. The sunsets at Erlong Bay are said to be beautiful. In summer on the Luochuan Plain, people would jump into the Celestial River to cool off... but I haven’t seen these for myself."
"You haven’t?", Chen Yan asked curiously.
Gu Qingyi shook her head, "I’m part of the Gu Family. Our family’s cultivation focuses on the War Path—not proficient in Spells but specializing in the Path of Attack and Destruction. I’ve trained in combat techniques since childhood. After my coming-of-age ceremony at fifteen, they sent me to the Prison Suppression Platform..."
Chen Yan felt a chill and asked, "Prison Suppression Platform? That doesn’t sound like a pleasant place."
Gu Qingyi’s eyes revealed a faint coldness, "Indeed, it’s not a pleasant place."
Her gaze turned complex as she looked at the sun, lost in thought, and softly said, "That place... it’s always gray and gloomy, with no sun and no moon.
All year round, there is no day or night.
Every moment, sharp winds slicing like knives swirl around... if you don’t stay indoors, even Cultivators must constantly use their cultivation techniques to resist, otherwise, those winds can scrape the flesh right off your bones.
I once saw someone thrown into the wind after their cultivation was crippled. A perfectly fine person, and in no time, the fierce wind turned them into a skeleton.
The air is always damp and cold. No matter how much water you drink, there’s always a bitter taste in your mouth.
There never is any warmth...
Well, that’s not entirely true...
Gu Qingyi paused, a strange, almost deranged smile appearing on her face as she murmured,
"Because, when blood splatters on your face, you can feel a bit of warmth."
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