"Gang Leader, I will do everything in my power to give you a satisfactory answer. Even if it means grinding my bones to dust, I will build an ocean-going steamship in the shortest time possible. I will never let down your expectations!"
Seemingly moved by Yang Ming's "aura of extravagant wealth," Lou Gao, an honest man himself, felt he could not simply take Yang Ming's thirty million Gold Soul Coins without offering some other worthwhile achievement in return.
That left the short, portly old man in quite a bind. Standing around a hundred and sixty centimeters tall, he shuffled his feet for ages, scratching his ears and head now and then until his disheveled short hair became a bird's nest, no different from Einstein's hairstyle. He looked utterly comical.
"That's it!"
Apparently remembering something, the short, portly old man suddenly struck his palm with his fist, his eyes lighting up. With a mysterious air, he turned away, walked to a corner of the office, and crouched before a safe, tapping his fingers against it as though entering the combination.
Click!
The safe door opened, and Lou Gao reached inside to rummage around.
Yang Ming waited patiently, sitting quietly where he was and picking up his teacup to sip the coffee.
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"Found it!"
After fumbling inside the safe with both hands for quite a while, Lou Gao let out a delighted cheer. Like an overgrown child, he held a strange object in his hands, so happy he nearly jumped.
"Hmm?"
Yang Ming's gaze sharpened, instantly drawn to the object in Lou Gao's hands.
It was clearly an unfinished Soul Tool, roughly the chest section of a suit of armor—a breastplate. Its entire surface was crystalline and translucent, with the icy blue hue of the Far North. It