301: Only fools are greedy for cheap things

Du Ziteng strode out of the school gate.

Qi Chuanyu and the others followed behind him.

As they walked on the campus road, the surrounding students looked as if they had seen a ghost, with a strong sense of living people making way.

They all hid far away, looking at the four devils with fearful expressions.

The word 'devil' was not enough to describe the students' evaluation of them.

Compared to Zha Tian Gang, devils could be considered good people.

They were truly terrifying!

Zha Tian Gang even dared to kill the principal!

If they couldn't be controlled, wouldn't they go kill the governor tomorrow?

What a scourge!

"Damn it!"

Niu Yanben's two small, pea-sized eyes darted around, and he roared angrily at the surrounding students: "We didn't kill him! Don't look at us with colored glasses, hey!"

At that shout, the students took off running, leaving not a single one behind.

Meanwhile, Du Ziteng cursed in front: "I'm not even concerned about my image, and you're worrying about it. What we should be thinking about now is the driver! Is that even human? No need to think too much, he's definitely gone!"

Qi Chuanyu's face was grim: "What's the use of cursing? Let's hurry to Hao Ren's house and see what's going on."

The group stood at the school gate, waiting for the bus.

Liao Zhongyang looked speechless: "What time is it? And we're still taking the bus?"

Qi Chuanyu pulled out a few coins: "Nonsense. Riding a bicycle to a bar, save where you can, spend where you must."

Niu Yanben shrugged: "Hao Ren is definitely gone anyway, no need to be so anxious."

Qi Chuanyu almost vomited blood.

Zha Tian Gang truly lived up to its name; every single one of them was a damn oddball.

Just as they were waiting for the car, Jian Tong ran out of the school gate, her face anxious.

"Sister-in-law!" Qi Chuanyu called out.

Jian Tong ignored him.

"Sister-in-law?"

Jian Tong stopped.

Qi Chuanyu: "..."

"Where are you going?" Qi Chuanyu asked.

Jian Tong's face was not good: "First to the capital."

Just a few simple words, and everyone understood what she meant.

Qi Chuanyu sighed: "Don't go. We're helping."

"Someone can pull strings?" Jian Tong asked suspiciously.

Qi Chuanyu waved his hand: "For something like this, who can pull strings? Bai Wei wouldn't even dare to boast that Shen Bei will be fine."

"Then what should I do?!" Jian Tong's eyes were filled with tears, extremely anxious.

"Leave it to us. Go back and wait peacefully. If we can't get Shen Bei out, we'll break him out of jail, damn it!" Qi Chuanyu boasted.

Jian Tong's small mouth parted slightly: "I'll pay for your travel expenses!"

Qi Chuanyu: "..."

Qi Chuanyu turned to look at the others, as if he had chewed on something, choking for a long time before saying: "Look, truly, if you're not one family, you don't enter one family. They've even prepared our travel expenses..."

Niu Yanben: "A six for a single."

Du Ziteng: "Sister-in-law is really rich."

Liao Zhongyang: "Is there anyone reliable left?"

Soon, the bus arrived.

Qi Chuanyu comforted Jian Tong, then led the group onto the bus and departed.

Hao Ren's home was not far.

About half an hour later, the bus rattled to a stop at Xingfuli Community.

The community name sounded nice, but it had been built many years ago.

If Shen Bei stood at the community entrance, he would have a sense of déjà vu, like returning to his old home in Changtu.

Following the address, Qi Chuanyu knocked on a door.

After a while, a slovenly young man, wearing a white vest, floral shorts, and Crocs, appeared at the door, yawning.

"Who is it!"

The young man was not old, in his twenties, but he exuded an inappropriate laziness.

Qi Chuanyu grinned: "Community warmth delivery."

The young man half-raised his eyelids, scoffed, and said: "What's with the act? I knew someone would come. Come in."

Qi Chuanyu and the others exchanged glances, surprised.

Until someone returned?

What did that mean? Was he clairvoyant?

The group poured into the house.

The interior was simply furnished, with a strong sense of daily life.

However, due to infrequent cleaning, there was trash everywhere.

Clumps of toilet paper, instant noodle boxes, flies and cockroaches fighting over food scraps.

The few people didn't mind.

They had even stayed in Third Master's basement; this was a small scene.

"We're looking for Hao Ren," Qi Chuanyu said bluntly, getting straight to the point.

The young man lay on the bed, yawning constantly: "Looking for what? He hasn't been seen for days."

"Where is he?"

"He must be dead, of course," the young man said lightly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Qi Chuanyu tilted his head: "Then who are you?"

"The prodigal son in Hao Ren's eyes, I am Hao Jian."

Qi Chuanyu's mouth twitched: "Your father is dead, and you're not even looking for him?"

Hao Jian laughed: "You Martial Artists can turn ordinary people to dust with a single punch. How can I look for him? Can you show me a clear path?"

Qi Chuanyu: "..."

Du Ziteng coughed: "It seems you're very calm. Then tell me, why did you know we would come?"

Hao Jian pulled out a few photos from the bedside table and shook them: "My father said that if he didn't come home one day, he was surely dead, and that I shouldn't bother looking for him. These few photos are enough for me not to worry about my future life."

Niu Yanben's eyes lit up.

Hao Ren had such foresight.

These photos should contain scenes beneficial to Shen Bei!

Niu Yanben reached out to grab them.

But Hao Jian pulled them back, saying with a cynical expression: "Although you are Martial Artists and can take things by force, did I say I would give them to you?"

Niu Yanben smiled, then slapped him.

"Never been beaten by society, have you?" Niu Yanben raised his head: "You're pretty damn arrogant! Not making you stand at attention is being polite to you, got it, hey?"

Hao Jian rolled on the bed, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, laughing wildly with an arrogant expression: "Yes, you Martial Artists are so amazing, why don't you just kill me directly? Everything would be simpler, wouldn't it?"

Qi Chuanyu pulled Niu Yanben away, pushing him aside.

The original hooligan plan didn't seem to be working.

The other party was a true hooligan.

Of course, if Shen Bei were here, seeing Hao Jian so arrogant, he would surely smash his head with a punch.

But Qi Chuanyu and the others didn't have that thought.

Killing was fine, but a reason was needed.

This was the difference between them and Shen Bei.

Qi Chuanyu believed this was human nature.

In terms of being human, he was miles ahead of Shen Bei.

It was something to be proud of.

At this moment, Qi Chuanyu said in a gentle tone: "There are differences between Martial Artists as well. Putting aside your prejudiced ideas, let's talk. Tell me, how much money do you need to give us the photos?"

Hao Jian licked his blood-filled teeth: "I like your attitude. According to my father, these photos are worth at least five million, because you Martial Artists have far more ways to make money than us ordinary people. Society's resources have all been siphoned off by you."

Qi Chuanyu tilted his head.

More?

Yes, more.

But for his brother Shen Bei, it wasn't much.

A few of them could chip in and easily come up with it.

"Can we still negotiate?" Qi Chuanyu asked.

"Yes."

"Three million, I'll take the package, provided the photos we need are there."

"I'll sell them to you for three yuan," Hao Ren said unexpectedly.

Qi Chuanyu frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Owe me a favor."

"Five million, we'll take them," Qi Chuanyu flatly refused.

A favor?

Heh.

Priceless.

Whoever takes advantage, loses!

Not only was Qi Chuanyu clear about this, but the others also understood it.

Think about who owed a favor last time.

Oh, poor Bai Wei.

Look at how Shen Bei had tormented her...

For anything that could be solved with money, Qi Chuanyu was determined not to owe a favor.

"No..."

Hao Jian panicked a little: "I'm giving them to you for free, and you don't want them? You insist on paying?"

Qi Chuanyu glanced at him, no longer concealing the chilling coldness in his tone: "I'm giving you a fair trade, which is my absolute bottom line. Giving you money means we're being reasonable. Don't push your luck."

At this moment, Du Ziteng picked up Hao Jian's phone, used facial recognition to unlock it, and opened the QR code for payment.

Du Ziteng scanned two million.

Qi Chuanyu and the others each scanned one million.

Five million was deposited.

Niu Yanben grabbed the photos, looking at them one by one.

Hao Jian licked his cracked lips, cleared his throat, and after a long while, softly said: "I thought all Martial Artists were misers; otherwise, why are all the rich people in this society Martial Artists?"

Qi Chuanyu corrected him: "That's a biased view. Why don't you learn from Zhao Long?"

"Although I don't know who Zhao Long is, it must be the survivor bias."

Hao Jian looked at the five million deposited in his phone, feeling nothing.

This didn't match his expectations; he felt a little lost.

Money...

Can be earned.

But a Martial Artist's favor was not so easily obtained.

Just then, Niu Yanben threw out a photo: "Found it, hey!"

Qi Chuanyu and the others looked over.

It was a coffee shop opened in a dark alley.

The photo showed Qiu Bu Ye and Wu Jue appearing at the entrance, whispering something to each other.

"That's enough."

Qi Chuanyu pocketed the photos, ready to leave.

But at this moment, Du Ziteng walked towards Hao Jian and slapped him twice.

Smack, smack...

Hao Jian was stunned.

"Wh-why are you hitting me?!" Hao Jian's crooked nose looked a bit comical, and also a bit ferocious.

Du Ziteng's face was calm, he just slowly explained: "My money isn't that easy to take. One slap, one million, is to make you remember. Next time you encounter a Martial Artist, stand at attention, otherwise, you'll be the one who dies."

"See how good I am to you? Am I making sense?"

Hao Jian made a few 'ah' sounds, unable to speak.

Qi Chuanyu glanced at him: "Give him my lesson too."

Smack...

Du Ziteng slapped Hao Jian again.

"I'll do yours too," Liao Zhongyang said, shrugging.

Smack...

Another slap.

Du Ziteng turned to Niu Yanben: "What about yours?"

Niu Yanben said kindly: "I've already slapped him, hey."

Du Ziteng laughed heartily, giving a thumbs up: "You should be his father."

Hao Ren, a good person!

The group came quickly and left quickly.

After getting the evidence, Du Ziteng sent the photos to Bai Wei.

Last time, Du Ziteng eagerly asked for Bai Wei's WeChat, and although Bai Wei gave him a hard time, he still added her.

"Done. Let's go for hotpot," Du Ziteng suggested, putting away his phone.

Qi Chuanyu rolled his eyes: "Eat what? We're out of money."

"Damn it!"

Du Ziteng snorted: "Shen Bei is indeed a scourge!"

"We're really Hao Jian... spending money to save Shen Bei, and ending up with no food, hey!"

Liao Zhongyang scratched his head: "How about I steal some Materials from the warehouse and sell them to the black market, then we go eat hotpot?"

Qi Chuanyu: "..."

Can't you have some ambition?

...In the capital, Bai Wei looked at her phone and immediately walked out of the room.

She went to a small meeting room.

Only two people were inside.

One was the big boss, the other was Vice Minister Qin Tian.

Bai Wei pushed her phone with the photos over, smiling as she said: "Boss, you can release him now."