Chapter 166 Digging Another Hole (Third Update)
The next day, just as the little snow hawk finished spitting out its food pellets, Namuzha arrived.
He came to feed the Little Ha; he takes this step very seriously.
He also brought with him the permit documents for the Red Pine.
The Martial Academy has authorized Wu Youren to build greenhouses in the surrounding area, with the area limited to no more than 10,000 square meters!
That's right, Hong Da is back, and we've applied for a vegetable garden for him.
She had previously considered letting the boy farm under her nose to see what kind of tricks he could come up with.
However, Wu Youren politely declined that time, and the matter was dropped.
This time, the old topic was brought up again, and several instructors supported it. The young girl didn't object either. She made a call to the Martial Academy, and the matter was settled.
As for the specific area, she didn't decide. Anyway, it's under 10,000 square meters. Once the boundaries are determined, it just needs to be reported.
Namuzha said, " Hong Da worried you might be too busy. If the area isn't enough, you can apply for additional space."
"That's enough, that's enough," Wu Youren nodded hurriedly. He knew the Chief Instructor Hong's abilities, and these words were definitely not just polite talk.
For projects like greenhouses, it's not cost-effective to build them too small, but building them too large would make the structure much more complex and also somewhat uneconomical.
What he was thinking was that around 500 square meters would be just right; if it exceeded one acre, the daily work would be too tedious.
Ten thousand square meters is definitely not enough.
What he was more concerned about was, "Has the money from Hong Da arrived yet?"
"It shouldn't be," Namuzha wasn't entirely sure either.
He and Manna both followed Instructor Hong, but their statuses differed greatly; he was neither a woman nor an apprentice.
When he first met the boy, he was just a bodyguard.
In fact, it's pretty much the same; the head instructor of Red Pine always needs to have some kind of pomp and circumstance.
But this answer only fueled his anger: Why do you deserve such Hong Da?
"That's good," Wu Youren nodded subconsciously.
In his previous exchanges with Instructor Hong, the other party had already prepared himself mentally, and didn't care whether he got it or not.
While such a strange object is certainly very valuable, given the current situation, not being able to collect the money for the time being is not necessarily a bad thing.
At least in the short term, the Chief Instructor Hong, and even Red Pine, will not be drawn into the vortex.
"What?" The Namuzha frowned, his face darkening. "What... what do you mean by this?"
Clearly, upon hearing such incorrect statements, his immediate instinct was to give them a hard time.
However, considering that they still needed the other party's pet, they had no choice but to endure it.
"Then you'll just have to keep it to yourself!" The boy looked at him calmly. "It was Hong Da himself who said it."
Namuzha instinctively asked, "What does she mean?"
Wu Youren rolled his eyes at him, pointed to his mouth, and didn't answer—"My mouth is very tight."
The subtext is: If you want to know, why don't you ask him yourself?
Namuzha paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, " Hong Da doesn't seem to be in good condition."
He sensed the atmosphere was a bit off and tried to ease it; otherwise, he wouldn't have even said that.
The boy remained calm, showing no emotional fluctuation. "We have no right to worry about her."
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After the other party left, Wu Youren thought for a moment and then contacted the middle-aged Knight Kenpa.
He said he wanted to build a large shed and hoped the other party could recommend some construction workers.
He also specifically emphasized that he did not want the other party to personally intervene, so as not to attract the attention of others.
Wu Youren could build it himself, but the project would be too large and would affect his cultivation.
The key issue is that a wave of promotional offers could come at any time, so it's really... better to just spend some money to solve the problem.
Kenpa had a wide network of connections and agreed without hesitation.
He also mentioned that there wouldn't be many people, and you wouldn't need to talk to them much; just make your requests and negotiate the price.
Clearly, he didn't want the young man to be high-profile—that's the tacit understanding between seasoned veterans.
The people in charge of the construction arrived the next day: an old man, a middle-aged man, and two teenagers.
The person discussing the plan with Wu Youren was a middle-aged man, a rather honest man who didn't ask many other questions.
The plan was quickly finalized, covering an area of approximately 900 square meters, mainly determined by the terrain, with the other party handling both labor and materials.
Wu Youren didn't mind; a larger greenhouse meant he didn't necessarily need to grow that many vegetables, it depended on the situation.
These four individuals are very efficient; they made an agreement on the same day and started construction the very next day.
On the third day after construction began, the supervisor arrived.
He had noticed earlier that several people were digging and clearing the grass, but he assumed it was arranged by the Martial Academy and didn't pay any attention to it.
If no one is willing to invest money, who will bother with this wasteland?
He came to pick up the wine, his attitude was lukewarm, and he was clearly in a bad mood.
He received four jars of wine this time, but said he was still short two jars, and would settle the payment later.
Wu Youren nodded silently, knowing that his relationship with the other party ended there.
Ninety-nine percent of the money owed for wine will never be recovered. People from Liang are known for their lack of integrity and greed for easy money; this is a common belief among the people of Jin.
If even Great Knight Jeff can go back on his word, then it's even more true for a nobody like the administrator.
Wu Youren wasn't interested in pursuing the matter further. As long as the other party didn't go too far, he didn't want to let such a small thing affect his plans.
Some people drift apart as time goes by, let alone two people who can't even be considered friends.
More and more people are drifting away from him; is this the life a proton is destined for?
Seeing that he didn't react, the administrator simply walked over to the four people who were working, "What... are you doing?"
None of the four spoke, but a middle-aged woman who was helping out answered, "Set up a shed."
"Hmm?" The administrator turned to look at the boy, his gaze instantly turning icy cold.
He was still carrying four jars of wine, but his temper flared up incredibly quickly.
He asked fiercely, "Didn't I make myself clear to you?"
"I was just too lazy to pay attention to you, and you're asking for trouble?" Wu Youren smiled slightly, in a very innocent way.
"Let's clear this out first, it'll be easier to plant vegetables later."
"Don't give me that!" the administrator said coldly, "You're not allowed to plant any more next summer!"
He had witnessed the other party's methods before—first seizing land to create a fait accompli—but this time, he would absolutely not agree.
Wu Youren blinked twice and said sincerely, "The instructors at the Martial Academy have agreed."
"No one's permission is acceptable!" The administrator was utterly enraged. He pointed to the ground beneath his feet, "Here, I'm in charge!"
Wu Youren can produce the documents, but this matter... cannot be handled this way.
He did want to keep a low profile, but simply treating the symptoms without addressing the root cause is not the right way to get things done.
He glanced down at his communication wristwatch. "Can I have the instructor tell you?"
"No need!" the administrator said firmly, knowing that the other party knew several instructors.
But here, he's in charge. "The instructors are responsible for theirs, and I'm responsible for mine. We won't interfere with each other."
Now that things have turned ugly, he will absolutely not show any mercy.
Not to mention there were four men and one woman working nearby; didn't he have any pride?
His cultivation level is indeed not high, but he does have superiors!
Wu Youren looked helpless and raised his hand to call for the instructor.
The administrator ignored him and instead looked at the workers, saying, "Get out of here, or I'll have someone chase you away!"
The workers didn't stop, but the middle-aged man replied, "We've already been paid, we have to finish today's work."
The administrator's face was ashen, and he spoke through gritted teeth, "You're forcing me to call for help, aren't you?"
He also raised his wristwatch and called out.
Three minutes later, a motorcycle arrived, and upon seeing them, he quickly called out, " Instructor Burning Blood, these people are disturbing the peace!"
He knew that this man was in charge of patrolling the area to maintain order, so the responsibility was somewhat appropriate.
But if someone like this was sent in by the higher-ups, isn't this someone directly under their supervision?
Instructor Burning Blood got off his motorcycle, walked to the land that was being cleared, and glanced around.
The elderly and middle-aged people working stopped and looked at him, feeling somewhat uneasy—it wasn't Instructor Kenpa had come.
The two boys ignored everything and continued working diligently.
Instructor Burning Blood nodded slightly. "Yes, you can continue..."
Then he turned to look at the administrator and asked casually, "Is there a problem working here?"
"Huh?" The administrator looked at him in surprise. "I didn't receive any notification."
Didn't receive it? Ranxue gave him a deep look, already understanding what had happened.
It's not that he's particularly quick-witted; it's just that he's been through far too much of this kind of mess.
Little Wu the documents, but he didn't produce them... He nodded slightly, "I agree, do you have any objections?"
The administrator was taken aback. He knew the young man from Jin knew Luo Xi and Ke Li, but how did he know this one too?
However, given how things have developed, he has nowhere to retreat—his superiors already know.
He said in a deep voice, " Instructor Burning Blood, I meant no offense, but this doesn't seem to be within your scope of responsibility."
"It can beautify the environment," Ranxue indifferently, looking at him. "This isn't your home, it's the Martial Academy!"
Some nobody from the miscellaneous affairs department dares to challenge me, a formal instructor? Who gave you the guts?
"He's going to grow them to sell for money," the administrator said, desperate. "Instructor, you can't be fooled!"
"You mean you're smarter than me?" The disciplinary inspector raised an eyebrow, seizing on someone's weaknesses—that was his forte.
Then his face darkened slightly. "Whether I've been deceived or not is none of your business!"
"You..." The administrator was taken aback at first, then turned and left; he simply couldn't stay any longer.
Even so, he was still carrying those four jars of wine.
Ranxue then glanced at the boy, and, mindful of the other workers nearby, asked casually, "What's going on?"
He knew the other party wanted to keep a low profile, but was it really necessary to let someone like that ride roughshod over him?
"He wants something in return," Wu Youren replied calmly. "He said he'd owe us the money for those four jars of wine."
"Holy crap," the disciplinary inspector realized, this kid... he's really good at holding back.
Then his eyes darted around, and he asked in a low voice, "Why don't you show me the documents?"
Wu Youren replied softly in return, "Today it's him, tomorrow it might be someone else."
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Chapter 167 Slap (Fourth Update)
His Ranxue eyes darted around, and he realized what was going on. "You want to solve this once and for all?"
Wu Youren calmly replied, "We can't... keep getting entangled with this kind of person."
"That's true," the discipline inspector nodded, agreeing with the logic, "Finding a big guy like him is beneficial for maintaining a low profile in the long run."
Then he looked around and said, "I'm not leaving. I'll wait for him to send someone over!"
He didn't think this was being high-profile—was it too much to insist on taking it seriously when he was unhappy with someone who dared to talk back to him?
Unfortunately, he didn't get to see anyone come; he left as dusk fell.
The next morning, just as the construction workers arrived, two construction vehicles drove up, and five or six people were standing on the steps.
"Make way! Make way!" they shouted. "Construction is underway here!"
The middle-aged woman went up to them, "We're clearing the land, what are you doing here?"
"No need to loosen the soil anymore, this is going to be a landfill," the other side replied matter-of-factly, "To bury battlefield debris, get out of the way!"
The visitors were Red Pine's official logistics team. The battlefield outside was in complete disarray, and many things needed to be tidied up.
For example, broken swords can be melted down and reshaped, but what happens to the slag left after that?
Previously, the amount of this waste was small, and there was a set process for handling it.
But now that the numbers have increased dramatically, it's perfectly normal to find a place to build a landfill.
The visitor said that although the place was not very remote and was next to a martial arts training ground, there was a toilet not far away and hardly anyone lived there.
During the argument, one of the older members of the group of five walked up to Wu Youren and whispered, "Quickly call the instructor."
Anyone can see that this kind of operation cannot be solved in just a few words.
Shortly after, Instructor Burning Blood arrived and stopped them, stating that a landfill was not allowed to be built here!
Among the people who came, some recognized him and knew that this was a discipline inspection team. They could only say that they had also received orders.
These people didn't dare to act recklessly, but there's no doubt that the overall layout and planning of Red Pine had little to do with disciplinary inspections.
Ranxue, however, adopted a defiant stance, "I said, no building allowed! Who gave the order? Let them come find me!"
The person who arrived immediately realized there was more to the story, so he stopped what he was doing and called for help.
Not long after, a motorcycle arrived, and a pale-faced, chubby man got off.
As soon as he got out of the car, he frowned and said, " Ranxue, what are you doing? Go inspect discipline, it's none of your business to interfere in hospital affairs!"
" Karl, you've got some nerve today," the disciplinary inspector said with a half-smile, "Daring to talk to me like that?"
The one who arrived was also Knight, but he was a fake; he had consumed at least four or five Cloud-Surging Pill to barely succeed in his attempt to advance.
This kind of person could never become an instructor, but he has connections and is the head of a subordinate organization of Red Pine Academy.
Yesterday's administrator was one of his assistants.
Ranxue and this guy have always kept to themselves; the former's combat strength is among the best of the Knight, while Karl takes the upper-class route.
The disciplinary inspectors' past politeness was simply because they didn't want to cause trouble—being too serious in this position could easily lead to disaster.
But today he was annoyed, so naturally he was angry.
Karl wasn't intimidated by him, but people who cultivate relationships with the upper echelons tend to be more tactful in their speech.
" Ranxue, you've just returned and don't know the situation. The hospital already has a plan, so don't cause trouble... Just go do what you're supposed to do."
At this moment, the administrator arrived, looking very aggrieved, and said, "Lord Karl, I explained it yesterday, really!"
"Planning?" Ranxue completely ignored the newcomer.
He sneered and held out his hand to the fat man, "Give me the documents!"
"Verbal!" Karl replied casually, "The situation is urgent, don't you know? Many things are done in a very urgent manner!"
This style of doing things is very characteristic of the Martial Academy and is also common in Red Pine, so he said it was justified.
"That won't do," said Ranxue, equally cunning. He'd disliked this guy for a long time. "This place needs greenery."
"Am I being too polite?" The chubby man's face darkened.
He also wanted to deflate the disciplinary inspector's arrogance—so what if he's not good at fighting? He'll make a name for himself in Red Pine!
"Go do your patrol duties properly. You don't have the authority to say anything here. Show me the paperwork if you dare!"
"The paperwork..." Seeing the atmosphere was right and not wanting to attract attention, Ranxue glanced at the boy, "Is it done?"
"It's done," Wu Youren replied meekly, taking out the document from his pocket and handing it to the discipline inspector.
"What?" Karl was dumbfounded. "Where did this document come from? I don't know anything about it. Could it be fake?"
"Come on, let's talk over there," Ranxue said, grabbing the other man by the collar. "This isn't over!"
"Don't you dare lay a hand on me!" the chubby man shouted, twisting his body. "Speak properly!"
With a loud "smack," the disciplinary inspector raised his hand and slapped the other person across the face, the sound as resounding as could be.
Then he sneered, "Do you fucking want to die?"
Karl was stunned by the slap; he had always taken the upper echelons of society and rarely got involved in fighting.
This time, he acted under the guise of hospital affairs, and he did so with complete confidence and without any fear.
The discipline inspection is the opposite; they check discipline not only on trainees but also on instructors.
Ranxue wasn't very serious. When he investigated Wu Youren, he turned a blind eye and let him go easily.
But he's serious and will show absolutely no mercy when he does something.
Karl received a slap, his forehead buzzing, and instinctively shouted, " Ranxue, let's talk this out!"
Another "smack!" and my forehead started buzzing... x2!
"I was about to have a proper talk with you, and you had to embarrass yourself like that?"
The chubby guy dared not speak again, and was dragged along, stumbling and falling, into the grove behind the toilet.
The administrator watched this scene, then turned to look at the boy, and after a long pause, finally said, "There's paperwork, how come you..."
Wu Youren calmly met his gaze, his clear eyes slightly cold. "You didn't ask, but I told you, the instructor agreed."
Damn it... The administrator's facial muscles twitched violently a few times, and he gritted his teeth, squeezing out three words, "You tricked me?"
In the rush, he couldn't quite adjust to his new role: You're just a hostage from another country, how dare you?
Wu Youren stared at him for more than ten seconds before looking away—not out of fear, but out of disdain.
He casually remarked, "I've never cheated you!"
If we don't count strong liquor.
But he also reminded the other person to drink less, so he really has a clear conscience!
A little over a minute later, Ranxue and Karl emerged from the grove.
The chubby man waved at the construction vehicle first, "Let's go, it was all a misunderstanding."
Because his cheeks were swollen, his speech was somewhat slurred, but the general meaning was still understandable.
Then he glanced at Ranxue, his eyes still filled with resentment—"You embarrassed me in front of so many people, just you wait and see."
"You guys are busy, I won't bother you any longer."
The discipline inspector wore a smile, a smile that was rarely seen on him, but today was an exception.
He was in a good mood; his lips didn't move, but he uttered a few words softly through his teeth, "Did I let you leave?"
This isn't over yet!
Upon hearing this, the chubby man's eyes flashed with anger, then he snapped back to reality and his gaze instantly cleared.
As time went by, his eyes became clearer and clearer.
Setting up greenhouses, with no area limit up to 10,000 square meters... The most terrifying part is those last four words.
But isn't the boy a hostage from the State of Jin? Could it be that I've stumbled upon something terrible?
The construction vehicle drove away, and the five-man construction team continued working. Wu Youren sat beside them, watching silently.
The administrator said a few more words, such as that he was short of money at the moment and would repay the money as soon as possible.
Seeing that the other party did not respond, he felt a little embarrassed, but he did not dare to leave. He could only move away from the boy and sit on the other side.
The two of them stood like statues.
Ranxue and Fatty sat in Wu Youren's room for about ten minutes before coming out and riding their motorcycles straight away.
Seven or eight minutes later, the boy's wristwatch vibrated, displaying three words: " Salim ".
"I knew it," Wu Youren sighed softly. Where in this world is there hatred without a cause?
Clearly, Life and Death Knot had suffered a setback and was unwilling to give up easily.
But they probably found out something, but it's inconvenient for them to show their faces, so they can only resort to this method to annoy themselves.
It's not even revenge; it's like a toad crawling on your foot—it doesn't bite, but it's still annoying!
However, this style is exactly like the Jin Garden guards' tactics: they can't openly confront you, but they're always up to some dirty tricks behind your back.
That's why, even though the chubby guy was facing the Ranxue, he showed no signs of backing down.
That day, Salim was chased away by the disciplinary inspector, so Karl would certainly be prepared!
However, the chubby man clearly did not expect that he actually had Red Pine's documents, so he hid them and did not show them.
Those who act cunningly will always be treated cunningly, so will things be peaceful for a while from now on?
The administrator, still sitting in the distance, saw the boy looking at his watch and, clearly having received the message, stood up to approach.
Wu Youren ignored him, raising his hand to reply, "Received. You don't need to pay him any attention."
The Instructor Burning Blood could help weather this storm is already the limit; it's not just about the stakes, but also about Chief Instructor Hong's reputation.
If he still expects others to help him deal with the Life and Death Knot, then he's being unreasonable.
He'll have to deal with the aftermath of this sooner or later; replying with even a single extra word now would be disrespectful.
At the edge of the training ground, Instructor Burning Blood looked at this line of words, gave a soft snort, and muttered under his breath, "At least they're sensible..."
He paused, then recalled another assessment of himself, "Capable of enduring?"
After thinking for a few seconds, he typed another line. " Karl, relevant administrator, make some adjustments..."
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