44: Sales Network

A limited-time contract?

Lin Yu had never heard of it before.

Since it doesn't take up a contract slot, it's worth considering.

He needed a loyal and capable tool to handle these illicit gains.

"Alright."

Lin Yu uttered two words.

Old Ghost was instantly overjoyed, as if he had been pulled from hell to heaven.

"Thank you, Boss! Thank you, Boss!"

He quickly scrambled to his feet, pulled out that old-fashioned communicator, and moved so fast that he left afterimages.

"Hello! Seventh Master? It's me, Old Ghost! Yes! Another job! A limited-time master-servant contract! Yes! Now, here at my warehouse... I'll pay double!"

After hanging up the call, he respectfully stood beside Lin Yu, his posture even more humble than Zhao Tianyang's.

Not long after.

"Knock knock knock."

The iron door of the warehouse was knocked.

Old Ghost scurried over to open the door.

Seventh Master, dressed in a Tang suit, walked in expressionlessly, carrying a wooden box.

When he saw the three mountains of potions in the warehouse, a crack appeared on his perpetually poker face.

But he quickly composed himself, pretending not to have seen anything.

He glanced at Lin Yu and Old Ghost.

"Who is the master, and who is the servant?"

Seventh Master asked hoarsely.

"I am the master," Lin Yu replied calmly.

"I am the servant!"

Old Ghost rushed to answer, his voice loud, full of pride and eagerness.

Seventh Master looked at Old Ghost and froze.

He had known Old Ghost for decades and knew how shrewd and life-preserving this guy was. Making him sign a master-servant contract was harder than killing him. What happened today?

But when his gaze swept over the three mountains of potions again, and he recalled Old Ghost's almost insane excitement on the communicator just now, he instantly understood something.

These three mountains of potions were not a backdrop.

They were real.

Seventh Master's breathing stopped at that moment.

He had been a contract master his whole life, serving countless big shots, and considered himself accustomed to storms. But this scene before him was no longer a storm; it was the sky falling.

This was not wealth.

This was power capable of overturning an industry, or even the order of a region.

And the person who possessed such power needed to sign a contract with a scruffy old man from the black market?

Why?

Lightning flashed in Seventh Master's mind, and countless thoughts raced through it.

The next second.

Under the stunned gaze of Old Ghost and Zhao Tianyang.

"Thud!"

This contract master, who held a transcendent position in the black market and was respectfully addressed as "Seventh Master" by many gang bosses, his knees buckled, and he knelt heavily before Lin Yu.

Faster and more decisively than Old Ghost.

"Boss!"

As soon as Seventh Master spoke, his address changed.

His forehead touched the ground, and he spoke in a tone that suppressed extreme excitement and reverence.

"My name is Chen Qi. People in the black market give me face by calling me Seventh Master. My whole life, I've only dealt in contracts and only believed in rules. But today, I've seen something beyond the rules."

"I... I want to sign too! I'm willing to sign a permanent master-servant imprint! Please, Boss, give me a chance. I'm willing to be your ox and horse, to die ten thousand deaths without regret!"

Old Ghost was dumbfounded beside him.

He just wanted to help an old friend, to let him get a piece of the pie, but who knew this guy was even more ruthless than himself, directly wanting to sell himself!

Lin Yu looked at the two people kneeling before him.

One an alchemist, one a contract master.

This Old Ghost certainly played his cards well, knowing he couldn't handle it alone, so he pulled his most well-connected old friend onto the boat.

That's good too.

Professionals do professional things.

"Not permanent," Lin Yu said. "You're the same as him, three years."

Seventh Master's body trembled, and a huge sense of loss welled up in his heart.

Did he not even qualify to be a permanent slave?

But the loss lasted only a second before being swept away by ecstasy.

Just getting on the boat was enough!

Three years! As long as he could stay on this boat for three years, his life would be completely different!

"Thank you, Boss! Thank you, Boss for making it happen!" Seventh Master kowtowed heavily.

Lin Yu looked at him: "You're the contract master, do it yourself."

"Yes!"

Seventh Master immediately got up and opened his ancient wooden box.

This time, he didn't move towards Lin Yu first. Instead, he picked up a silver knife, decisively cut his fingertip, and dripped the blood into a porcelain bowl.

Then, he looked at Old Ghost.

Old Ghost also immediately stepped forward, cut his finger, and dripped blood.

Throughout the process, both men had an almost sacred reverence on their faces.

Seventh Master quickly drew two complex limited-time contract runes with the vermilion liquid mixed with their blood.

"In my name, I pledge you as Master, for a term of three years, to follow you in life and death."

The talismans ignited without fire, turning into two ashes, which were imprinted on Old Ghost's and Seventh Master's foreheads respectively.

"Sizzle--"

Two soft sounds.

In Lin Yu's mind, two more invisible threads appeared.

One connected to Old Ghost's soul, which was full of greed, shrewdness, and fanaticism.

The other connected to Seventh Master's deep, calm soul, which was now also burning with ambition.

The contract was made.

"Boss."

"Boss."

Old Ghost and Seventh Master stood up, respectfully standing with their hands by their sides, alongside Zhao Tianyang, like three most loyal guardians.

They didn't even dare to think what would happen in three years, when the contract ended, if this boss no longer wanted them. That feeling of falling from the clouds was more terrifying than death.

"Let's get down to business," Lin Yu broke the silence.

"Yes!"

Old Ghost immediately got into character. He pointed at the three piles of potions and began to report.

"Boss, for this batch of goods, we'll claim that I finally cracked these three potions and achieved mass production. My name, 'Old Ghost,' still carries some weight in the black market, so this explanation will hold up."

Lin Yu was coming to the black market, and these things definitely couldn't see the light of day, so it was best to have a reason in the black market. Old Ghost took this risk!

Seventh Master also immediately added: "Boss, I have my own network of contacts in seven cities around Ninghai Province. We can work together to quickly distribute this batch of goods, covering half of Ninghai Province!"

"However..." Seventh Master's tone shifted, revealing a hint of solemnity.

"The original manufacturers of these three potions, 'Juli Group,' 'Fengxing Technology,' and 'Panshi Biology,' are all giants in Ninghai Province. Once our goods appear on a large scale, it will definitely attract their attention."

Old Ghost also nodded: "Right. So we must be careful. For these more than three thousand potions, we need to calculate carefully how much to allocate to each city, and how much to release through each channel, to both sell the goods and recoup funds as quickly as possible, yet without being too ostentatious and provoking their combined crackdown."

The two spoke one after another, quickly getting into the zone, beginning to plan a vast and meticulous underground sales network for Lin Yu.

They gestured on the ground, discussing the market capacity of each city and the risk assessment of each channel.

"Qingzhou City has the largest market; we can allocate five hundred units."

"Yun Port is strictly monitored; at most three hundred units, and they must be released in batches."

"And Xilin City..."

As he listened, Lin Yu slowly stood up.

Old Ghost and Seventh Master immediately stopped their discussion and respectfully looked at him.

"Boss, do you have any instructions?"

Lin Yu did not speak.

He just looked at the relatively empty area in the warehouse and waved his hand again.