After waiting for a while, a young man with a strange face opened the door a crack.
"I'm looking for Senior Brother Fang." Chen Cheng said.
The young man was stunned and lowered his voice. "Senior Brother Fang... he is getting angry. How about you come back later?"
"Who!?"
Fatty Fang's iconic loud voice really burst out from inside, with an undisguised anger that scared the boy at the door to tremble.
"Senior Brother Fang, it's me." Chen Cheng responded.
There was silence behind the door for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, a fat palm as big as a cattail fan directly pushed aside the young man who opened the door.
The wooden door is completely open.
Fatty Fang's fat, tall and strong mountain-like body immediately squeezed out.
"Junior brother A-Cheng! It's really you!"
His fat, round face was immediately filled with a warm smile, and his eyes were slitted by fat.
Seeing this, the young man beside him was stunned.
In the more than half a month since he came to the Lower Academy, he has been beaten and scolded by Fatty Fang, but he has never seen Fatty Fang smile so happily... Just now, Fatty Fang was still furious.
Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but look at Chen Cheng twice more. In addition to curiosity, his eyes showed a bit of cautious awe.
The person who can make King Yama Fang change his face instantly is definitely an extraordinary person!
"What are you looking at? Go back and practice your Zhuang Kung Fu! If you don't practice well again, I'll slap you!"
Fatty Fang turned his head and scolded, turned his face, and said with a smile again.
"Junior brother! I've heard it all! You're such a quiet guy, you actually became Second-Incense Blood Qi! When I first got the letter, I was really shocked!"
"It was just a fluke."
Chen Cheng smiled and explained along the lines.
"Today, a Mr. Constable Chief looked at it for me and said that it was due to good luck and an accidental physical awakening. That's how it happened."
"You can achieve success! No matter what! What happened to good luck? Luck is a part of strength! There are so many unreasonable things in this world..."
Fatty Fang curled his lips, feeling quite emotional.
"Let's talk about that girl Qiao Qiao, Root Bone, understanding, what is not superior? Yesterday, I tried to pass the level for the third time, but failed..."
"On the contrary, Shi Lei's bastard, Root Bone's understanding is only a little above average, hey, he rushed past him in one go! Isn't this good luck?"
As Fatty Fang spoke, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. There was regret for Qiao Qiao in his tone, but more of it was helplessness at the unpredictable changes in martial arts.
"Come on, come in and chat slowly." Fatty Fang turned sideways, trying to let Chen Cheng in.
"Let's wait for another day. The caravan returns to the city today and I have to rush to the trading house to help."
Chen Cheng said, took out a small cloth bag that had been prepared long ago and handed it over.
"Here are ten taels of silver, senior brother, please count..."
"Take it back, take it back!"
Before Chen Cheng could finish speaking, Fatty Fang had already interrupted him.
"To tell you the truth, if you condense Second-Incense Blood Qi, the museum will reward me... more than ten taels!"
"Oh? Is there such a thing?"
Chen Cheng was a little startled. No wonder Fatty Fang was willing to invest in Qiao Qiao. Later, seeing that he had some signs of success, he decisively reached out to help.
Chen Cheng Although he was a little surprised, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Fatty Fang originally taught Lower Academy. Selecting and cultivating talents can be regarded as his part-time job.
If you do a good job, you will naturally be rewarded by the museum.
He is quick-thinking and invests in some potential stocks in advance to benefit others and himself without making any mistakes!
"Senior brother, one code equals one code!"
Chen Cheng Zhengse Road.
"What the museum gives you is a reward! What I owe you is friendship! If I don't repay you despite my conscience, who will I be?"
"Hey! I really saw the right person!"
Fatty Fang raised his eyebrows and looked serious.
"A-Cheng, junior brother, I just said these words to you, senior brother, I will tell you how to feel my heart out!"
"Right now, your most important thing is to get through Three-Incense Blood Qi!"
Fatty Fang said solemnly.
"This is the watershed for all Martial Artists. Only when you cross it and enter Inner Hall can you truly touch the threshold of Martial Selection! If you can't cross it, you will miss Martial Selection in your life! You can see it at a glance!"
Fatty Fang paused, and his tone became more sincere.
"You can take this money back and buy it, whether it's decoctions, medicines, or meat from wild beasts. In short, you have to do everything you can to replenish your body..."
"In the final analysis, you Root Bone are born with deficiencies. Since your physique has advantages that are different from ordinary people, then you should do everything you can to maximize it!"
"This may be your only chance..."
At this point, Fatty Fang paused again and lowered his voice very low.
"If you succeed, senior brother, I can get more rewards! Maybe, Master Ye will ask me to reply Inner Hall as soon as he is happy!"
"By then, you will be my Fang Wenhou benefactor! It's time for me to repay your kindness!"
"... In this case, I will just listen to my senior brother."
Chen Cheng nodded silently and took the small cloth bag back.
He understood that Fatty Fang was right.
But he knew even more clearly that although he had just made a large fortune and had stable income from the business bank, so he was not short of these ten taels of silver, but if he insisted on paying back the money immediately, it would inevitably appear that he had too much money and aroused suspicion.
Don't show your wealth in vain!
Even if you are facing Fatty Fang or your mother Madam Li, you must hide everything that should be hidden!
It's not that I can't trust them, but there's absolutely no need to let them know.
They are not afraid of ten thousand, but they are afraid that if they reveal something inadvertently and someone finds out about it, trouble will ensue.
In this world, in this current situation... hiding it is actually protecting them.
Yongsheng Trading Firm, on the street in front of the warehouse.
A rough smell mixed with dust, horse heat, and distant wind and frost filled the air.
Dozens of Peak Horse carrying goods, with dull coats and tired foam on their lips, were being driven by dozens of horsemen, lining up to unload the goods into the warehouse.
The so-called horse foot refers to the horse driver of the caravan.
Each of them is responsible for the care and management of a stable, usually three to five horses.
When runners are away, their jobs include driving horses, loading and unloading goods, veterinarians, shoeing, and saddle repairs.
After returning to the trading house, they could relax a little faster. The work of unloading the goods into the warehouse was done by handymen.
At this moment, Chen Cheng has rushed over and is personally watching the inventory, warehousing, bookkeeping and settlement.
This caravan brought back a lot of goods from the north.
On both sides of the pack frame on the back of each Peak Horse, a mountain-like load of goods is firmly tied with Mountain-Load Knot.
More than two dozen handymen were constantly carrying bundles of Northern Territory medicinal materials and carefully packed animal skins.
far away.
Head Caravan Master Zhao Hai stood in the sun. He looked about fifty years old. His face was worn black and red by Northern Territory's wind and sand, and his eyes were astonishingly bright.
He kept staring at Chen Cheng intentionally or unintentionally, and from time to time, he would yell at the handyman moving the goods.
"Take care of that box of leather! The scraps are worth more than you bastards!"