Zhao Sifang handed the backpack to Qin Siyang. "Back to its rightful owner. This was a chance to temper my character, too."
Qin Siyang said, "Little Zhao, I don't know anyone or anything in Area No. 9. I've got nowhere to put the things in this backpack. Hold on to it for me for now."
"Huh? You want me to hold on to it?"
"You're so helpful. Might as well see it through."
"But you're leaving something this valuable with me..."
"It's fine, Little Zhao. We know each other pretty well by now. I can rest easy leaving it with you."
Zhao Sifang gave him a disdainful look. "You've already bound every last one with a contract. What do you have to worry about? I'm the one who's worried. If I lose one or two, I couldn't afford to compensate you even if I sold everything I owned."
Qin Siyang clicked his tongue. "Surely not. I've got this feeling that the one or two you lose will probably be the very ones I was planning to give you. Wouldn't that be a coincidence?"
Zhao Sifang immediately stuffed Qin Siyang's backpack back into his own bag. "Brother Qin, don't worry. I'll keep these safe!"
Qin Siyang grinned, too. "I trust you. That full beard of yours puts me at ease just looking at it."
Zhao Sifang asked again, "What are you planning to do with these Crimson Crystals?"
"Haven't decided yet. I'll probably give some to Old Li for research and use the rest for trading."
"You're not going to tell Professor Li and the others?"
Qin Siyang glanced at Li Tianming, who was deep in an animated discussion with Zhang Kuang and Zhao Longfei, and said, "Old Li isn't some god. There's only so much he can do. Putting this