Fifteen Zhang: Just a few sheets of blank paper worth a million!?

"Finally took the bait!"

Hearing the other party call out to him, Ning Wangshu chuckled inwardly.

He stopped in his tracks, turned around to look at the man, and put on a skeptical expression as he asked, "Manager Zhang, is there something you need?"

At this, Manager Zhang gave an awkward smile and quickly said, "Young Brother, just now... I really must apologize. It was all due to my shallow knowledge that I spoke rashly and offended you, Young Brother. Please don't take it to heart."

"Also, my name is Zhang Yong. May I ask how I should address you, Young Brother?"

Watching the man's humble and deferential demeanor, Ning Wangshu smiled faintly and replied, "Manager Zhang is too kind. This Humble One's surname is Ning, Ning Wangshu!"

"If there's nothing else, Manager Zhang, I'll be on my way..."

"Wait, wait!"

Zhang Yong hurriedly called out to Ning Wangshu, then put on a placating smile and said, "Brother Ning, you just mentioned that if this construction site's problem isn't resolved, it'll eventually lead to casualties."

"I wonder if I could trouble Brother Ning to lend a hand and fix this issue?"

He paused, then flattered, "Brother Ning handled that evil spirit so effortlessly just now. I'm confident that with your abilities, solving my construction site's problem will be a piece of cake!"

Ning Wangshu smiled and said calmly, "It's certainly not difficult for me. But why should I help you?"

With that, Ning Wangshu looked at him with a half-smile.

Zhang Yong looked a bit embarrassed, but he understood Ning Wangshu's meaning—there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

So he quickly chuckled and said, "Brother Ning, rest assured. As long as you can solve this problem for me, I'll reward you handsomely!"

Ning Wangshu couldn't be bothered to beat around the bush with him and directly held up one finger. "One million. One million, and I'll eliminate your troubles for good!"

"One million?"

Zhang Yong was startled. He hadn't expected that Ning Wangshu, who looked to be only in his early twenties, would demand a million at the outset. His expression wavered with hesitation.

Although Ning Wangshu's physical age on Earth was only eighteen, he had actually lived for over nine thousand years, and his appearance naturally remained that of his youth.

But overall, he gave off the impression of someone in his early twenties rather than eighteen or nineteen.

"What, too expensive? If so, then forget it..."

Ning Wangshu lifted his foot as if to leave.

Seeing this, Zhang Yong quickly called out, "Wait, Brother Ning, don't be so hasty! One million it is!"

Zhang Yong let out a bitter laugh. One million was no small sum—it stung a bit—but compared to his construction site... it was nothing.

Besides, at this point, he had no choice but to agree to Ning Wangshu's terms!

Ning Wangshu glanced at him and said with a faint smile, "Manager Zhang, don't think I'm overcharging. If I weren't in need of some money right now, a mere million to get me to act... Heh, even if you added one or two more zeros, I might not even bother to look."

"Yes, yes."

Zhang Yong could only nod along. "Then... Brother Ning, please go ahead and solve the problem at my construction site. I'll transfer the money to your account shortly. Could you tell me your card number?"

Ning Wangshu waved his hand. "Just have someone bring the cash to me. I don't have a bank card at the moment."

"Alright! Then please wait a moment, Brother Ning. I'll have the company's finance department fetch the cash right away..."

Zhang Yong didn't hesitate and immediately made a call to the finance department.

After putting down his phone, he looked at Ning Wangshu again and said, "Brother Ning, so... can you start dealing with the construction site's problem now?"

Ning Wangshu smiled and nodded slightly. "I can!"

With that, he instinctively thought of finding a piece of Spirit Jade from his storage ring to refine a Jade Talisman on the spot for Zhang Yong.

But then he reconsidered. With Earth's spiritual energy so thin, various cultivation resources were likely very scarce. A piece of Spirit Jade wasn't a big deal to him.

However, adhering to the principle of not wasting what could be saved, and since the problem here didn't require such trouble, he decided against it.

Besides, a mere million wasn't even worth the Spirit Jade itself. If he sold the jade as ordinary Jade Stone, he could probably get more than that.

So Ning Wangshu glanced around and asked, "Is there any paper here?"

"Paper? Wangshu, what kind of paper do you need?"

He Mingyuan, standing nearby, asked.

"Any kind will do. It doesn't matter."

Ning Wangshu replied.

"Alright, wait a moment. I'll get it for you..."

He Mingyuan responded and quickly fetched a notebook from a nearby cabinet. "Wangshu, will this work?"

Ning Wangshu glanced at it and smiled, nodding. "It'll do!"

With that, he took the notebook, opened it, found a blank page, and extended a finger. A faint spiritual light flickered at his fingertip as he used it like a brush, swiftly drawing a talisman on the paper.

Then he repeated the process, drawing four talismans in total.

Afterward, he tore them all out and handed them to Zhang Yong, saying, "Manager Zhang, take these four talismans and stick them at the four cardinal directions—east, west, south, and north—wherever you like."

"Leave the rest to them. Within three days at most, the problem here will be completely resolved, and it won't happen again."

Zhang Yong watched Ning Wangshu's series of actions, utterly bewildered. He couldn't understand how simply swiping a finger over paper, without using a brush or ink, could mean the talismans were done.

Still, he quickly took the sheets and examined them.

But the paper remained blank, nothing at all, not even a trace of a talisman. Zhang Yong frowned, glancing hesitantly at Ning Wangshu, his expression even turning somewhat sour.

"Brother Ning, this... there's nothing on it! Where's the talisman you mentioned? It still looks like plain white paper..." His tone had shifted noticeably.

Ning Wangshu naturally knew what he was thinking—nothing more than suspicion that he was being fooled.

So Ning Wangshu said calmly, "If you trust me, do as I say. Paste these four talismans at the four cardinal directions—east, west, south, and north."

"If you don't trust me, that's fine too. Just give these talismans back to me."

"But let me be clear. I happen to need some money right now, so when you asked for my help, these four talismans cost one million."

"If you don't believe me, and someone ends up dead on your construction site, or if you change your mind later and come looking for me again... hehe, I might not be interested in helping."

"Or the price won't be a mere one million anymore. Even if you add another zero or two, it'll depend on my mood..."

It was only because his younger sister Ning Ruoxuan was still a mortal, and the two of them would need money for university soon, that wealth held any use or meaning for Ning Wangshu at all.

Zhang Yong, however, hesitated once more.

He genuinely doubted whether Ning Wangshu was just stringing him along—after all, the sheets in his hand really did look like plain white paper, with no talisman on them.

But Ning Wangshu's words made him afraid to actually hand those sheets back.

Especially recalling the incredible methods Ning Wangshu had shown before—a single snap of his fingers had destroyed that paper figure evil spirit.

And he had indeed seen a faint, mysterious glow at Ning Wangshu's fingertips as he drew on the paper. Thinking it over, with skills like that, Ning Wangshu probably wouldn't bother to cheat him over this.

So Zhang Yong gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! Brother Ning, I'll trust you this once!"

"Hmm."

Ning Wangshu nodded, then added, "When will your money arrive?"

"Probably still a while. A million in cash isn't a small amount—it'll take some time to withdraw from the bank," Zhang Yong said.

"Alright, tell your people to hurry it up. I have things to do at noon..."

Ning Wangshu glanced at the gold watch on the other man's wrist—it was already past eleven in the morning.