121: Chapter 121 Money is the Courage of Heroes

Chapter 121: Money Is a Hero's Courage

Seeing Fang Cheng's gaze was somewhat puzzled.

Ma Donghe then slowly explained the specific situation:

" We retrieved a total of thirty rifles, seventeen submachine guns, two light machine guns, and four night-vision devices from the warehouse. "

" We can't offload all this cargo at once because the target is too big, which easily attracts informants and would also lead to those black-hearted guys forcing down the price. "

" Currently, Yingjun and I have used reliable channels to dispose of half of the rifles and seven submachine guns, generating a total income of 640,000 yuan. The more valuable light machine guns and night-vision devices are still being kept as bottom-of-the-cargo goods. "

" Also, regarding the two items you took from Wu Shihao's office, that pure gold Maitreya Buddha, I plan to melt it into gold bars before selling it. "

" The other piece is an antique, which is hard to dispose of temporarily; we have to wait a while to find a buyer and appraise its value... "

Watching Ma Donghe's meticulous manner of calculating accounts, he looked completely like a new generation of underground arms dealers.

Fang Cheng thought for a moment, then said:

" Ma Donghe, Yingjun, you two take this money first. Once you've sold the things I brought back for cash, you can give it to me then. "

Hearing this, Ma Donghe's brows instantly raised, feeling a bit Life Qi:

" A-Cheng, if you still consider me, Ma Donghe, a brother, take those words back. "

Afterwards, he took a deep breath and said with solemn righteousness:

" Leaving aside these firearms and equipment, you got them all by risking your life and killing people from the Red Tiger Gang. "

" If we really calculate carefully, all the trouble with the Red Tiger Gang was caused by me alone, yet you saved my life twice in a row. "

" Your big brother puts his words here: from now on, you are my, Ma Donghe's, closest brother. If you tell me to go east, I wouldn't dare go west; if you tell me to slaughter a chicken, I wouldn't dare butcher a sheep... "

Hearing him express his inner thoughts with such heroic pride, Fang Cheng couldn't help but open his mouth, trying to offer a word of persuasion.

However, Ma Donghe immediately extended both hands and neatly raked in the money on the seat.

" How about this, you take eighty percent, and Yingjun and I will each take ten percent, which is enough as an errand-running hardship fee. "

Seeing this, Fang Cheng didn't continue saying anything.

This was originally an unexpected windfall, so dividing it too clearly would be inappropriate instead.

" Alright. "

Fang Cheng then nodded, unceremoniously taking his share of the money and putting it into his cross-body bag.

Fifty stacks of hundred-yuan bills instantly made the bag bulge outward.

With this huge sum of money coming in, Fang Cheng's whole person instantly felt much more confident.

Suddenly, an old saying of the Jianghu came to mind:

" Money gives a hero courage, and wealth and honor are sought through danger! "

However, as soon as the thought surfaced, he immediately cast this mood-killing phrase out of his mind.

To avoid making himself really look like a fierce bandit who had just robbed a wealthy family and was splitting the loot with accomplices.

Fang Cheng put away the money and feigned calmness as he looked at Ma Donghe:

" Ma Donghe, your reputation is so big now, hasn't the Red Tiger Gang continued to look for trouble with you these past few days? "

Ma Donghe's excited emotions gradually calmed down at this time, and he shook his head:

" I asked around for news everywhere on the Dao; they seem to have concluded that the police handled the case and attacked the warehouse. It is said that some Special Investigation Team participated, and they probably treat me as an informant working undercover for the police as well. "

" Therefore, they don't dare to act rashly right now and are just busy clearing their relationship with Wu Shihao. "

Hearing this, Fang Cheng couldn't help recalling those two mysterious guys wearing combat uniforms and masked faces.

" Since they chose to let the matter rest, we shouldn't stir up trouble either; it's best to keep a low profile during this period. "

Listening to Fang Cheng's instructions, Ma Donghe repeatedly nodded and said yes.

His attitude toward Fang Cheng right now could be described as completely obedient and convinced from the bottom of his heart.

The yellow-haired youth turned his head in some surprise to glance at his own boss.

He only felt that in front of Fang Cheng, he was like an Incarnation of a loyal underling, well-behaved and obedient.

The two chatted about this matter in the car for a long time.

Half an hour later, the car had arrived in front of Ma Donghe's house.

" Old man, have you prepared all the chicken, duck, fish, and meat for me? "

Ma Donghe got out of the car, took the lead in pushing the door open to go in, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

" Brat, I told you to treat guests, yet you still made me go to the vegetable market to buy groceries myself. "

Ma Jianguo's voice came out from inside the courtyard.

He was squatting in the patio, wielding a kitchen knife preparing to kill a chicken, gesturing back and forth at its neck, but could never bring himself to make the cut.

Seeing Fang Cheng follow his son inside, he immediately stood up, not even caring about the lively, jumping rooster, and greeted him with a beaming smile:

" A-Cheng, you've come. Quick, quick, sit down and rest a bit, drink a cup of tea first! "

Ma Donghe glanced at the flustered old man, shook his head, and sighed.

Then he grabbed the escaping rooster in one go, lifted its wings, and said to Fang Cheng:

" A-Cheng, you sit for a while first; I'll go to the kitchen to cook a few dishes. Today we're going to have a good drink together. "

Fang Cheng asked with a slight sense of surprise:

" You actually understand Culinary Arts? "

Ma Donghe bared his teeth in a smile, not without pride:

" Haven't you heard a saying? Big head and thick neck, if not a boss then a cook. My ideal in the past was to be a chef, so just wait to taste the delicious dishes cooked personally for you by your big brother! "

" No mistakes, first release, inner content, check one by one! "

" I'll help you prep. "

Fang Cheng immediately rolled up his sleeves, showing an eager and ready look.

" How can that do? You are the distinguished guest invited by our family; going to the kitchen to work goes against etiquette! "

Hearing this, Ma Jianguo quickly tried to dissuade him.

Ma Donghe likewise shook his head and refused.

Seeing that this father-son pair had a resolute attitude, Fang Cheng had no choice but to give up crestfallenly, putting away the thought of practicing his skills.

Ma Donghe and Chen Yingjun ran off to the back kitchen to get busy.

Fang Cheng sat in the courtyard, accompanying Ma Jianguo to drink tea and bask in the sun.

It's just that the old man's gaze when looking at people was overly enthusiastic, making Fang Cheng inevitably feel somewhat constrained.

This couldn't be blamed on Ma Jianguo acting this way.

Ever since Ma Donghe assisted the police in solving an extraordinarily large human trafficking case and appeared on the television news,

the government specially sent people to their homes to ceremoniously award a banner of " Good Citizen Award for Acts of Righteousness ".

Ma Donghe's family status had thus rapidly risen, and his words and actions at home became arrogant.

At the same time, it also made Ma Jianguo, the old man who complained all day about his son not living up to expectations, feel immensely gratified.

Usually when walking in the village and chatting with neighbors and folks, his back was straightened much more.

That was why he thought of setting up a family banquet, having his son invite Fang Cheng over to specifically express his gratitude.

Seeing the old man stare at him with warm inquiries, Fang Cheng proposed letting Ma Jianguo inspect his recent martial arts practice achievements.

Hearing this, Ma Jianguo naturally readily agreed.

Fang Cheng then stood in the center of the courtyard and set his stance.

Then he raised his hands and swung his palms, lifted his knees and stepped forward, performing a set of Twenty-Four Style Ma Family Tai Chi with a stretched and Xiaosa posture.

Ma Jianguo, as the Sect Head, watched this in his eyes, slightly nodding in satisfaction.

But he also pointed out and corrected some minor problems in the transition of Fang Cheng's Move.

Afterwards, Fang Cheng set his horse stance again, taking the opportunity to consult him on some doubts he encountered when practicing Stance Training and Breathing Technique.

After a round of practice and discussion, he benefited greatly.

Fang Cheng put away his practice stance.

Seeing that the kitchen side was still busy, his gaze flickered slightly, and then he raised a question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time:

" Uncle Ma, is the Visualization Technique you Cultivate after entering the door of Qigong similar to ordinary seated Zen Meditation? "

Hearing this, Ma Jianguo was slightly startled and asked in return:

" Do you know why I didn't let you contact the Visualization Technique first? "

Fang Cheng shook his head.

Ma Jianguo took a deep breath and then said:

" Because the Visualization Technique is a hundred times more perilous than ordinary Meditation cultivation! "