After the two uncles left, Mother Chen sighed again and again, deeply moved.
After all, they were bound by blood. Nearly twenty years had passed, and seeing that her two younger brothers had grown old, even the deepest grudges had been resolved. All that remained was a deep affection between them.
"From now on, look after your two uncles a little more. They've had a hard time all these years," Mother Chen said to Chen Shouyi.
"Mm, I know," Chen Shouyi replied, understanding what she meant.
Still, both his uncles' families knew where to draw the line. At least today, they hadn't asked for money or help getting ahead in the slightest.
In front of his parents, he called the State Office.
"This is Chen Shouyi. I need eighteen vials of demigod blood... Not true-god blood... Mm! That's enough... Okay, thanks."
The other party didn't mention merit points at all. For Chen Shouyi, as things stood, as long as he didn't ask for too much, he could get as much divine blood as he wanted for free—let alone demigod blood.
Chen Shouyi said a few more words, then hung up. He turned to his family, who were staring at him in surprise. "Dad, Mom, you can deliver it when it arrives."
Since he was already home, he no longer felt like going to the other world. He planned to spend the day resting properly.
Unexpectedly, that evening he received a personal call from Zhonghai City's top official.
Li Yuanwu leaned against the wall and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. With practiced ease, he flicked out two, tossed one to Zhang Mingtao, then put the other between his lips and lit it. He took a deep drag, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and watched the stream of people passing along