This Madman

Li Banfeng was amused by Pan Dehai's words. "Old Pan, if I give you the prescription today, can you guarantee it will cure the Insect Plague?"

Pan Dehai sighed and said, "How to use this prescription and where to use it still needs to be carefully considered."

"No way!" Li Banfeng knew this old man still had some tricks up his sleeve. "There's no time for long-term planning. Find the medicinal herbs, prepare the medicine, kill the insects—as quickly as possible."

"Now that the conflict at First Ridge is raging, the allocation of medicinal materials may be inconvenient. We must wait until the turmoil at First Ridge subsides before making further plans."

First Ridge is the transportation hub of Sea Eat Ridge. Under normal circumstances, the allocation of medicinal materials must indeed pass through First Ridge.

But Pan Dehai has special methods, so why doesn't he use them?

"Why don't you get the medicinal herbs from the new land? The local Local Earth God should be able to help you."

Pan Dehai shook his head and said, "This is a matter within Sea Eat Ridge, and should not be troubled by others."

What kind of talk is that?

"Didn't you just say we were united against a common enemy? Didn't you previously want to divert the Insect Plague elsewhere? Why don't you want to trouble others now?"

Pan Dehai shook his head again. "In the beginning, this was a last resort to get everyone to work together. Now that we have a solution, we should discuss it carefully."

In fact, Pan Dehai's thinking is very clear and not contradictory at all.

He was very willing to spread the Insect Plague and drag everyone into the water with him.

He was unwilling to let other Local Earth God interfere in Sea Eat Ridge.

The Insect Plague needs to be addressed, but only if it doesn't threaten his position in Sea Eat Ridge.

Li Banfeng understood his thoughts. "If you care about yourself so much, then I can't give you the prescription."

Pan Dehai's face darkened. "Young man, I didn't hear what you said just now."

Li Banfeng repeated, "I'm not giving you this prescription."

"If you don't give me a prescription, how will you provide disaster relief?"

"I'll go find the Peddler. Peddler 'll definitely have a way to transport medicinal herbs. If you don't want to treat the Insect Plague, I'll find someone to help you."

Pan Dehai stared at Li Banfeng and slowly said, "Believe it or not, I'll make sure you can't leave Sea Eat Ridge, believe it or not, I'll leave you in Pancake Village!"

Li Banfeng said expressionlessly, "I believe you. Come on."

"You're so arrogant!" Pan Dehai said angrily.

The Wine Gourd was also very nervous.

What's wrong with this little guy?

Why do they keep provoking the Local Earth God?

She kept rubbing against Li Banfeng, but Li Banfeng completely ignored her.

He's really gone mad.

The opponent is the strongest in Sea Eat Ridge, even if Li Banfeng says a single conciliatory word...

If he had actually said something conciliatory, he would have been doomed.

Pan Dehai was most adept at exploiting other people's humility, guilt, and cowardice.

Suddenly realizing this, the Wine Gourd stopped rubbing against Li Banfeng.

This is the correct way to negotiate with Pan Dehai.

This young man may be crazy, but he didn't do anything wrong.

Pan Dehai gradually calmed down.

Although he was angry, he did not lose his temper.

Since his cultivation level was invisible, he had no idea what level this young man was at.

He could have tested him; in fact, he could have made Li Banfeng lose consciousness with just a glance, but he didn't.

This man was sent by Yao Lao, and judging from his tone, he seems to have a close relationship with the Peddler.

It's not worth offending Yao Lao for his sake, and it's even less worth offending the Peddler.

After careful consideration, Pan Dehai nodded and said, "Alright, I will transport the medicinal herbs from the new location and begin treating the insects immediately."

"Write a written agreement." Li Banfeng took out paper and pen.

Old Pan glanced at the blank paper on the table, unable to contain his anger, and roared, "This is Contract Paper!"

"It's Contract Paper," Li Banfeng nodded. "What, are you trying to back out?"

This Contract Paper was forged using Liu Liangyi's contract. Although it originated from the Red Lotus, its quality may not be high enough.

Whether it's enough or not, we'll use it first and then talk about it later.

Pan Dehai remained silent, signed the contract, pressed his fingerprint, and then asked Li Banfeng, "You've come all this way, it's not easy for you, so I'm planning to give you a magic weapon as a reward."

Li Banfeng didn't want the magic weapon, but before he could speak, Pan Dehai took it out first.

He took out a Folding Fan, red-ribbed and white-faced, over a foot long, carrying a faint scent of ink.

Pan Dehai said to Li Banfeng, "This fan has been with me for many years and has been imbued with the Sacred Virtue Qi. When I hold it in my hand, it is a good weapon that can be used for both offense and defense."

After exchanging three blows, the enemy will be subdued by the Sacred Virtue Qi, and their fighting strength will be greatly reduced.

To put it bluntly, it's a tactic that Dexiu often uses to make his opponents feel guilty and remorseful, thus making them more hesitant to attack.

It's quite an interesting magical artifact.

"How much is 'sharp reduction'?"

"It depends on the enemy's level, your own cultivation, and most importantly, the depth of your virtue. It cannot be explained in a few words; you must understand it yourself."

The depth of one's virtue is determined by the level of one's moral standing.

"What is the price of this magic weapon?" Li Banfeng hadn't forgotten this.

"You must practice with this precious fan, meditating on the thoughts of sainthood for at least three hours every day."

Meditation?

Staring blankly at a fan for three hours every day?

The cost wasn't too high, and it didn't conflict with House Cultivator, but Li Banfeng was somewhat resistant to it, though that wasn't the main point.

After handing over the magic weapon, Pan Dehai took his leave, saying, "Go back and tell Yao Lao that I appreciate this favor."

Li Banfeng did not leave Sea Eat Ridge; he still did not trust Pan Dehai.

He returned to Portable Abode and took ten doses of insect medicine.

The record player sensed something unfamiliar and asked, "Hey~ husband, what did you bring back?"

He unfolded the Folding Fan fan, bowed to the record player, and said, "I am the fan of the sage, greetings, madam."

Judging from the voice, it belonged to a young man. The record player scoffed, "Looks like he knows the rules, but his voice is a bit muffled."

Folding Fan, he cleared his throat and said, "It's been cold these past few days; you must have caught a cold."

"A cold? It seems you really do have a cold, your voice is so nasal." The Wife smiled.

She was reminding Li Banfeng that the sound of the Folding Fan echoed.

Why is there an echo?

Because there is a hidden secret within the fan ribs.

Just as Yao Lao said, Pan Dehai's magic weapon might have a recording function. There were other things embedded in this Folding Fan that Li Banfeng couldn't tell, but they couldn't escape his Wife's ears.

Fanzi was nervous and quickly changed the subject, saying, "The lord's residence is quite a hidden paradise."

"Not bad, right?" Li Banfeng said with a smile. "Let me show you around."

"Very good." Fanzi quickly agreed, as he wanted to gather more information.

The record player chided, "Husband, why are you taking him to look elsewhere?"

She was worried that Li Banfeng wouldn't understand her hints.

Li Banfeng seemed genuinely not to understand.

He took the fan and went to the outer room. "What do you think?"

"How wondrous! How exquisite the layout is! I wonder what the name of this mansion is, my lord?"

"Don't ask my name, just quickly greet the Second Wife."

Li Banfeng held the fan close to Red Lotus slowly opened her petals.

"What level of magic weapon is this?" The Folding Fan was very surprised, wishing he could record every detail of the Red Lotus.

Li Banfeng laughed and said, "You'll find out soon enough, A-Lian, refine him."

Refined?

Before Shanzi could figure out what Li Banfeng meant, Lotus Heart had already stirred up a whirlwind.

"Refined" means to be reforged and remade.

By the time Shanzi realized what was happening, it was too late. "My lord, why are you treating me like this? I wholeheartedly wanted to serve you, why are you treating me like this!"

The fan was put into the Lotus Heart, and the wailing stopped abruptly.

A layer of white mist emanated from the gourd, more than the sweat from before.

This madman, he's really insane...

Sizzle~

The record player chuckled, "Girl, don't be afraid. That's just how my man is. Sometimes I can't figure him out either."

Li Banfeng touched the gourd, wiped away her sweat, and left Portable Abode with the medicine powder.

He handed the medicine powder to Niu Fuzhi was extremely grateful.

"My benefactor, what do you want? Just ask if you have it!"

Li Banfeng said, "There is something I'd like to ask you for help with. You mentioned before that there's a Mitang Village that still sells wine, and I'd like to go and take a look."

He didn't want to buy alcohol; he didn't lack alcohol to drink.

He wanted to see if the village could survive.

If Lao Pan refuses to provide disaster relief, he will find a way to do it himself.

If Lu Dongjun's side really makes progress, that would be even better. Whoever it is, we must end this disaster as soon as possible.

Lu Dongjun arrived at Jiangyuan Leather Factory, which was originally owned by the Ma family but went bankrupt due to Insect Plague. Now it belongs to Lu Dongjun.

Lu Dongjun, still disguised as a servant, entered the leather factory manager's office.

The manager sat behind his desk, a clockwork record playing the song "Spring of Great Peace".

"The night was as bright as day, the crescent moon hung like a hook, and joyous celebrations resounded throughout the land..."

It was a very auspicious piece of music, but the manager showed no sign of joy.

The leather factory had only been open for two days when the Insect Plague returned, and the manager was considering whether to shut down operations.

Seeing someone push the door open and walk in, the manager was very displeased and asked, "Who is it? What do you do? How can you be so rude?"

Lu Dongjun approached the manager and said, "I am one of the Second Master's men. The Second Master sent me to collect the debts."

"Collecting debts?" The manager was stunned for a long time.

Lu Dongjun was also prepared, knowing that he couldn't collect money just by talking, so he took out a document and handed it to the manager. "This is our Second Master's warrant."

It was indeed written in Lu Dongjun's own handwriting. The manager took it, glanced at it casually, and returned the warrant to Lu Dongjun.

"I don't know where you got this warrant, but I don't think the Second Master of the Lu Family would write something like this."

Lu Dongjun glared at him and said, "You're saying my warrant is fake?"

The manager laughed, "So what if it's true? This factory already belongs to the Shen family. What are you doing here collecting debts with Lu Dongjun's warrant?"

"It went to the Shen family? Which Shen family?"

The manager frowned and said, "Is this something you should be asking? You're here to scam money, and you didn't even bother to find out the proper channels beforehand. You could at least read the newspapers a bit."

After saying that, the manager casually tossed a newspaper to Lu Dongjun.

There was a news item on the second page of the newspaper that Lu Dongjun had sold Jiangyuan Leather Factory to Shen Rongqing, along with a photo of the two shaking hands.

Shen Rongqing was a woman in her twenties with a very pretty appearance, but Lu Dongjun had never seen her before.

Where did this photo come from?

When did I shake hands with this woman?

When did I sell the factory to her?

I gave the order: only shares will be sold, not the factory!

"Where's the contract? Where's the contract you signed to buy the factory?" Lu Dongjun glared at the leather factory manager.

The manager's face darkened. "If you're trying to make a living, you need to know your limits. You've already been caught, what are you doing throwing a tantrum? Before I call someone to beat you up, get the hell out of here..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Dongjun stepped forward and grabbed the manager by the neck. "I asked you where the contract is?"

The manager was speechless; he was an uncultured person.

Lu Dongjun tried his best to control himself, but he still couldn't control his strength and strangled the manager to death.

"Thousands of mountains vie in beauty, hundreds of rivers rush forth, colorful candles burn high, and peaceful music plays..."

Without listening to the record player, Lu Dongjun tossed the manager aside and pondered where he had put the contract.

The contract isn't even in the factory.

In the manager's office, there was a hidden compartment where Lu Dongjun found more than 160 silver dollars.

This is all that Lu Dongjun gained from this trip.

Lu Dongjun threw the silver dollars on the ground, scattering them everywhere.

After a while, he lowered his head and picked it up again.

Lu Dongjun didn't have much cash on him, and he couldn't withdraw his bank checks, so he never expected to be short of money.

He took the silver dollars and left Jiangyuan Leather Shop.

Half an hour later, He Jiaqing, who was lying in the hospital bed, received the news that the manager of Jiangyuan Leather Factory had died.

Hearing the sounds of fighting at the scene, He Jiaqing determined the identity of the other party.

The caregiver sat by the bed the whole time, which made He Jiaqing feel a little awkward.

Why is this aunt staring at me all day?

I almost forgot, she's supposed to wipe my body down in a bit; she seems to really enjoy the process.

He Jiaqing suddenly opened his eyes, and the caregiver suddenly fainted.

He sat up and whispered, "Tell my father that we've found Lu Dongjun."

"What about the other Lineage?"

"Ignore them. The only one who truly wants Lu Dongjun dead is my father."

P. S.: That's just how Ban Feng is; sometimes I can't figure him out either.