Father

"Meng, Brother Meng, can you really heal my grandpa's injuries?" Ning Xueshi couldn't believe it, yet couldn't help but want to believe.

Ever since her grandfather was poisoned, they had sought medical help everywhere, trying every possible method.

But the Purple Crown Viper King was a newly mutated species, and most doctors, Harvesters, and alchemists had never even seen it, let alone prescribe the right medicine.

The dignified White-Haired Ghost Hand, because the snake venom had eroded his nerves, his proud "Ghost Hand" was crippled, and his "Divine Pupil" that could penetrate Super Beast organs was destroyed. Ninety percent of his skills were gone, and he was no longer the glorious figure he once was. He was even bullied by petty people in the circle, who said he should retire and enjoy his old age.

And now, this intern who popped up from the roadside…

In Meng Chao's mind, a message flashed:

[Do you want to activate the first treatment mission?]
[Mission Prompt: Resources are the fuel for civilization's progress, and resource collectors are the most important soldiers of civilization. Healing Ning Shewo will make a certain contribution to the rise of Dragon City.]
[Mission Duration and Rewards: One month later, Contribution Points ranging from 200 to 2000 will be awarded based on the degree of recovery of Ning Shewo's injuries.]

"Activate!"

Meng Chao loved elite monsters the most, and he readily said, "I can try, but treating this kind of unknown snake venom is very troublesome. There's no ready-made antidote formula at all. Maybe, I can only find a few random ideas."

"That would be great. I know a little about most antidote formulas, but the current doctors don't even have a clue," Ning Shewo said with a wry smile.

With his connections, he could get most rare medicinal materials, and he also had friendships with many senior alchemists. The key was the idea for the formula.

The old senior originally wanted to talk about the treatment fee, but firstly, he didn't have much cash on hand, and secondly, with this young man's unfathomable background, taking out three to five million would be an insult to him.

After pondering for a moment, Ning Shewo's eyes lit up: "Young friend Meng just said that he's planning to open a Resource Recycling company?"

"Yes, does Old Ning have any advice?" Meng Chao asked, half-truthfully.

Ning Shewo smiled: "I wouldn't dare to give advice, but is young friend Meng interested in signing a contract with the Thunder Battle Team to harvest monsters?"

"Thunder?" Meng Chao seemed to have heard the name before.

"The Thunder Battle Team was founded by the Five-Star Extraordinary 'Wind Thunder Saber' Lei Qianjun. In addition to him, there are also two Four-Star Extraordinary, five Three-Star Extraordinary, and dozens of One-Star Two-Star. Their strength is quite strong, and their reputation is impeccable."

Ning Shewo twirled his white beard and said, "Last year alone, they killed one hundred and twenty-five Super Beasts, and countless ordinary monsters. There's absolutely no problem with the source of corpses, and the profit sharing ratio is easy to negotiate. Thunder hired me as the Resource Planning Director, and I can negotiate general contracts."

Meng Chao thought seriously: "My company is still in the planning stage, and its technical strength is temporarily limited. Let's not talk about Super Beasts for now. Ordinary monsters are fine—not too many. Even if a big team like Thunder leaks a little bit of small orders between their fingers, it will be enough for us to live on.

"That's right, the Dragon Wolf Spider Poison Sac can't be stored for long. Why don't you find someone to process it first? I'm working near Wufu Road, and it will probably take a while. You can have someone collect the materials and come over to chat."

After gathering enough eight hundred thousand, Meng Chao transferred the money with his mobile phone and returned fully loaded.

The two of them watched his departing figure, both feeling emotional.

"Xueshi, this young friend Meng is not simple. You should take the opportunity to get to know him well," Ning Shewo said.

Ning Xueshi didn't know what she was thinking, her face flushed slightly, and she whispered, "Grandpa, even if he is really powerful, I don't necessarily have to get to know him!"

"Of course, there are as many young people with deep backgrounds and unique skills in Dragon City as there are hairs on a cow. Would I make my own granddaughter try to curry favor with everyone?"

Ning Shewo glared, "Technology and background are secondary. The main reason I want you to get to know young friend Meng is because of one sentence he said."

"Which sentence?"

"He has no interest in money, he only wants to contribute to society."

"Grandpa, no way, you believe this kind of nonsense?"

"Hehe, when your grandpa was young, he was known as 'Divine Pupil Ghost Hand'. My Jade Testing Method can not only see through the hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys of monsters, but also see from the subtle muscle changes on people's faces whether they are lying. Although my eyes are mostly useless now, I'm still old enough to see through the depths of a young man, right?"

Ning Shewo stroked his beard and said, "I don't know if the first half, 'has no interest in money,' is true or false, but when Little Friend Meng said he was determined to contribute to society, the light in his eyes was shining, absolutely sincere."

"Huh?" Ning Xueshi was dumbfounded for the nth time.

In this era of monster appearances and rampant materialism, there really is a rare man who doesn't love money but only loves to contribute?

Looking at Meng Chao's already disappeared back, Miss Ning was in disarray.

Meng Chao, with a huge sum of money in his pocket, walked lightly, every pore exuding joy.

He thought about opening the account in front of his dad later, scaring him dumbfounded, even questioning whether he had done something bad, and then he would calmly reveal the answer. His dad's expression, ha!

Back on Wufu Road, huh, why isn't there a single person in sight?

Instead, there was a faint sound of arguing from the material refrigerated truck.

Shen Rongfa's screams were especially ear-piercing: "280,000, Old Meng, I've already given you a discount!"

Meng Chao's pupils shrank, and he rushed over.

He saw the Harvesters huddled behind his father, drooping their heads like eggplants beaten by frost.

Shen Rongfa, on the other hand, looked like a triumphant fighting cock, gesticulating and splattering saliva.

Two burly bodyguards waved electric batons behind him, the arcs crackling.

"Brother Zhou, what's wrong?"

Meng Chao suppressed his anger and grabbed a Harvester.

Zhou Qiankun's wrist was extremely thick, but Meng Chao's pull still made him cry out in pain.

"A Chao, you're here." He said with a bitter face, "Your dad was looking for Shen Rongfa to buy the Spirit Transformation Nerve Ball, but it seems Shen Rongfa asked for a high price or refused to sell it. The two of them tugged at each other, and unexpectedly, the thing broke."

"What!"

Meng Chao was shocked and looked through the crowd. Sure enough, he saw a crack in the storage device, and the stabilizing fluid was flowing all over the ground. After contacting the air, it immediately foamed.

The monster material was directly exposed to the air, and the originally crystal-clear shell, like a yellow gemstone, was faintly turning black.

The Spirit Transformation Nerve Ball is a very sensitive material, and even if it is placed in a stabilizing fluid, it cannot withstand violent bumps and vibrations.

The storage device cannot be completely sealed, otherwise the violent Spirit Energy will have nowhere to vent, and it will turn into a biochemical bomb at any time.

It is common for the quality of this material to decrease during harvesting if it is not stored properly.

A Spirit Transformation Nerve Ball in perfect condition can sell for about 300,000, but now that the quality has dropped by two or three grades, it would be good to sell it for 70,000 or 80,000.

"Wait, what is my dad buying a Spirit Transformation Nerve Ball for? Can he afford it?" Meng Chao was a little confused.

Zhou Qiankun gave him an embarrassed look.

Meng Chao instantly understood, "Dad wants to heal me and help me get into college!"

Zhou Qiankun sighed, "This is quite a mess."

Meng Yishan's eyes were as red as coals in a stove, staring blankly at the foam on the ground, not noticing his son forcing his way through.

"Old Meng, give it to me straight," Shen Rongfa said impatiently, "A Xiong and A Bao both saw you accidentally break the materials."

"This…"

Meng Yishan's mind was in chaos. The scene from moments ago spun like a kaleidoscope. He clearly remembered the materials being in Shen Rongfa's hands when they were accidentally dropped.

But there were no surveillance cameras here, and two bodyguards were backing up Shen Rongfa's story. Besides, he was still working under Shen Rongfa.

There was no way to explain it clearly.

"Dad!"

Just then, Meng Yishan heard his son's voice.

The middle-aged man's mind buzzed, and he forced a smile, "What are you doing here? Go back. This is none of your business. Go back to the camp and rest for a while, go, go!"

"What exactly happened? Did we really break it?" Meng Chao stepped forward, supporting his father.

Looking over his dad's shoulder, he stared coldly at the aggressive Shen Rongfa.

Fragments of memories from his previous life surged, and some sharp sensations stimulated his cells and nerves.

He really wanted to punch the Shen bastard's teeth out.

Shen Rongfa snorted, not bothering to pay attention to the high school dropout.

"A Chao, you can't handle this," Meng Yishan said, seeing the fierce look in his son's eyes, afraid he would act impulsively. He hurriedly pulled him back, "This is just a muddled account."

Meng Chao knew his father's character. He was extremely responsible when it came to work.

If he had really broken it, he wouldn't be vague.

Since it was a "muddled account," it was most likely not his dad's fault.

Meng Chao's gaze fell on a folding table next to the refrigerated truck, where several plates of beautifully packaged self-heating dishes and wine were laid out.

When his dad brought the materials over, the Shen guy and his two bodyguards were probably eating a midnight snack.

The front-line Harvesters worked hard for most of the night, only eating some paste-like high-energy nutrient solution. These bastards were eating so well, their hands all greasy.

Meng Chao knelt on one knee, examining the traces left on the storage device's casing.

Then, he suddenly looked up, staring into the Shen guy's eyes.

Shen Rongfa felt guilty, shuddered, and the fat on his face trembled.