393: Chapter 393 Not Easily

Han Jingyang picked up the phone. "Secretary Yang, is something up?"

Yang Bo chuckled. "I wouldn't dare disturb you easily if it weren't for something."

"Then speak plainly."

"First, I'm relaying a few words for my boss. He says you've done a good job, and your actions these past few days can be considered ridding the people of an evil. However, your methods are a bit excessive, and if you're not careful, things could easily spiral out of control. The boss's meaning is that it's best to keep things under control if possible."

Han Jingyang remained noncommittal. "And the second thing?"

"The second is a private matter of the boss's. He wants to meet you and asks when you might be free."

"What kind of private matter?"

"I don't know, and even if I did, I wouldn't dare say. But it's definitely within your capabilities."

"Alright, but I'm not sure when I'll be free. Let's stay in touch."

"Okay, Mr. Han. Goodbye. Call me directly if anything comes up."

He hung up the phone.

Han Jingyang pursed his lips, sensing that whatever Li Jianjun, Yang Bo's boss, was asking for might not be a small matter.

At Li Jianjun's level, there were almost no difficulties in life. Even if there were, plenty of people would be willing to help solve them, and the resources and power he could mobilize were terrifying—the kind of terror ordinary people couldn't even imagine.

Therefore, such a person does not easily ask for help.

When they truly reached the point of needing to ask, the problem encountered must be extremely thorny.

Of course, whether it was thorny or not also depended on the person. Some things are very difficult for ordinary people but a piece of cake for others.

Forget it, he wouldn't worry about it for now.

Judging by Yang Bo's attitude, it wasn't an urgent matter like a fire singeing one's eyebrows.

He needed to organize the spoils of war first and deal with the mess left behind from the past two days.

From Dou Dou to Lyu Zhiqiang, from Wu Zhiyang to Zhang Dahai, and from Yang Zhizhong to Yang Zhixiao, a series of events had left him with almost no room to breathe. He and those around him had been operating under high pressure.

The victories seemed easy, but the process was quite tense because the slightest mistake could lead to an irreparable disaster—a terrible catastrophe for society, the public, himself, those around him, and his friends and family.

Fortunately, his strength was indeed great enough.

Otherwise... the consequences would be unimaginable.

Of course, strength was one factor, but more important was his decisive and ruthless mindset.

After realizing his family would become his weakness, he directly moved to eliminate Zhang Dahai, using methods no one could have imagined to uproot and burn down Zhang Dahai's forces. His ruthlessness, decisiveness, and superb abilities were all displayed without reservation, making almost everyone realize that his weakness was not to be touched.

Having a weakness wasn't scary.

You just had to put a terrifying set of 'Thorn Mail' on that weakness—the kind where whoever touched it would die.

It was just that the power of this 'Thorn Mail' was too great; after the thrill, one had to clean up the aftermath, or it would make people resentful.

Because his methods were truly cruel, if he didn't show some restraint and kept letting others clean up after him, he would sooner or later become a pariah hated by both humans and ghosts, with enemies everywhere.

His goal was to protect his weakness, not to become a bloodthirsty serial killer.

Five o'clock in the morning.

Jiguang Zhai.

Han Jingyang, Shi Xiaoya, Yang Jinyuan, Liu Jing, and the Zou Sisters gathered together to start taking stock of the gains from this great battle.

How should he put it?

The harvest was quite bountiful.

But it was mainly concentrated in wealth. Gold, silver, and jewelry were too numerous to count. There was a large chest of gold bars issued by ICBC alone, worth over ten million. Counting other jewelry, jade, and hard currencies, the total value was at least fifty million.

With this fifty million, Yang Zhixiao could have lived a prosperous life anywhere, including abroad in places like the United States or England.

Furthermore, besides these gold and silver jewels, there was a large batch of antiques and several dharma instruments.

After he appraised them one by one, he gained fourteen new items, all of very good quality.

He unceremoniously kept the gold bars.

The other jewelry and jade were split evenly among the four of them: himself, Yang Jinyuan, Shi Xiaoya, and Liu Jing.

On average, each person received nearly ten million worth of jewelry and jade.

Yang Jinyuan loved emeralds and picked out a high-ice grade 'Fu Lu Shou' tri-color bracelet, plus some miscellaneous items.

Besides gold and silver, Shi Xiaoya took a pink diamond the size of a pigeon egg. The market price for that pink diamond alone exceeded twelve million, and that was just for the loose stone. If she found a brand to set it or sent it to auction, the price would rise significantly.

Although people said diamonds had a large supply and low value retention—a 'tax on IQ'—that referred to common small or fragmented diamonds.

Large diamonds over one carat and colored diamonds were still very valuable and had quite high value retention.

In this regard, emeralds and Hetian jade were similar. Low-end raw materials and finished products faced fierce competition and prices were getting lower, but the higher the grade, the higher the price. Low-end items depreciated every day, while high-end items appreciated every day.

The five or six-carat pink diamond Shi Xiaoya got would never depreciate.

Liu Jing was much more simple, choosing only precious metals. She took a large pile of miscellaneous gold and silver items. Any single piece seemed inexpensive, but the total quantity was quite considerable, and the overall value wasn't much different.

Yang Jinyuan was the last to pick, and there weren't many good things left, so Han Jingyang directly stuffed two gold bars into her hands.

This moved Yang Jinyuan deeply, and she was even a bit panicked. "Boss, this... this is too valuable, I..."

Han Jingyang said with a smile, "If I tell you to take it, take it. Here, if you work, you get paid. Besides, I took the most valuable dharma instruments, so it's only right to give you all some extra compensation."

He paused and added, "Let me tell you something else. To me, money really isn't much. After a big battle, there are as many spoils as I want. These things aren't money in my eyes, understand? So, work hard with me. You can retire after five years. By then, buying a small island to spend your golden years won't be a problem."

Shi Xiaoya chuckled. "In theory, that's no problem. It's just that, with the examples of Zhang Dahai and Yang Zhixiao, will anyone still dare to provoke you?"

Well, that was indeed a problem.

But not a big one.

If there were no enemies, then there were no enemies. He'd just get fewer spoils of war.

At worst, he'd continue selling dharma instruments to make money; he couldn't just stay idle anyway.

Moreover, he wished he could lead a stable life sooner—selling some dharma instruments, chasing girls, and having harmony wherever he went. Although it would lack the intensity and ups and downs of blood and fire, it would have many more harmonious and warm daily moments, which would also be quite good.

After all, he wasn't some bloodthirsty maniac.

Being a dharma instrument dealer was also quite good.

However, his beautiful wish was quickly shattered.

He had just finished a nap when he was awakened by Wang Zhiwei's phone call. "Brother, help! Something huge has happened!"

"What now?"

"Your... your sister-in-law has been kidnapped."

"Sister-in-law? Which sister-in-law?"

"Dou Dou, Zhou Fangfei."

"Hmm? What about the Lin Sisters?" Han Jingyang immediately became alert. He had been a bit worried when he left and specifically left the Lin Sisters there to help out. He hadn't expected something to still go wrong.

It would be one thing if others were in trouble.

But the Lin Sisters could not be in trouble.

They were his people, his subordinates. Since they followed him, they were his, and as their boss, he had to look out for their safety.

If anything happened to the Lin Sisters, he would definitely not show the culprit any mercy.