Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 183 - 70: Banquet (Part 3)

"I believe my choice is correct, so many people support you."

"Yes," Zhao Jiaxin said:

"I certainly won't disappoint the people's expectations, and also little Jin..."

He glanced at Zhao Jin, who had a cold expression, sighed lightly, reached out to pat Fang Zheng's shoulder, leaned in, and said softly:

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Fang Zheng shook his head.

That night, when Zhao Jin was kidnapped by Su Weijun, Pan Zi, and others, it was he who rescued her. This matter couldn't be spoken of openly, but everyone knew it well.

This was also the reason.

Zhao Jin's attitude had changed drastically recently, gradually becoming closer to Fang Zheng, and even stopped seeing her disreputable friends.

"Boss Fang."

After Zhao Jiaxin left, Secretary Qian Xiao didn't follow but instead smiled and shook hands with Fang Zheng:

"Square Porcelain's business is getting better and better, and Thunder Walking Red Porcelain is a premium piece among ceramics. My father-in-law has always wanted to buy one but hasn't been able to."

"Is that so," Fang Zheng said:

"Next time the kiln is opened, I'll set one aside and gift it to Secretary Qian."

"Really?" Qian Xiao's eyes lit up:

"Thank you so much. I'll pay for it, Boss Fang, don't forget."

"Forget about the money," Fang Zheng waved his hand:

"I'll gift it to Secretary Qian."

"No, no," Qian Xiao shook his hands repeatedly:

"If you do that, I won't dare to take it. If Mr. Zhao hears, my position as secretary might be at risk. The price should remain as usual."

"Well then..." Fang Zheng didn't insist:

"Alright."

"One more thing," Qian Xiao said:

"The mining permit Boss Fang wants should be available soon. Then you can mine jade yourself."

"But the output there might not be high, so be prepared."

"No problem," Fang Zheng's eyes brightened:

"Thank you!"

With a mining permit, he could produce jade himself, since too much of it had flowed into the market through his hands recently.

It had already aroused suspicions among some people.

With the permit, he could cover it up somewhat.

This was one of the reasons merchants invest in politicians; as long as their status rises, the merchants can reap sufficient benefits.

"It's my duty," Qian Xiao continued:

"And about the Fugui Porcelain Factory's mining range, since Yuan Family Village has no objections, it can definitely be approved, but some areas need to be blasted open."

"Boss Fang should know about this?"

"I understand," Fang Zheng nodded, smiling:

"Don't worry, I've already contacted a qualified blasting company, ensuring it won't disturb the residents or damage the original terrain."

"It's not that..." Qian Xiao leaned in, speaking softly:

"Someone said Boss Fang, you're secretly stockpiling high-risk explosives. This is serious, and Mr. Zhao asked me to remind you."

"With your capabilities, you probably won't need explosives, right?"

"Yes," Fang Zheng's eyes moved slightly:

"I understand."

It might not be necessary here, but in the Otherworld, it might be.

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Otherworld.

Fang Mansion.

Wu Hai walked out from the storeroom, looked at the sky, and sighed helplessly.

"How is it?"

Old Liu, who was guarding the door, asked:

"How much food is left in the mansion?"

"Enough for seven or eight days," Wu Hai said:

"Don't worry about food; the Master never mistreated us. Before leaving, he specifically said that if food runs out, we can buy more."

"No matter how expensive, we can afford it."

The Fang Mansion didn't have many people, and with the few hundred taels of silver left by Fang Zheng, it was enough to buy a month's worth of food at current prices.

"I know," Old Liu chuckled dryly:

"It's just... I'm a bit worried. The weather is getting worse, and who knows when it'll clear up, and the city is getting more chaotic."

"Indeed!" Wu Hai was worried about the same thing, shook his head, and said:

"But don't worry too much. There's a patrol of nurses outside, and two Three Blood martial artists are stationed there. Not all the refugees are foolish. Nothing will happen."

"There was an incident at the Zhang Family last night," Old Liu sighed:

"Over twenty people, only a few women survived, and they were all abused."

"..." Wu Hai's eyes darkened:

"The Zhang Family didn't pay up, so the patrol didn't cover them. We're fine here."

"Let's hope so." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Old Liu could only convince himself that way; otherwise, living in constant fear wasn't a solution.

"Bang!"

"Bang Bang!"

"Open the door!"

"Open up quickly!"

At this moment, an urgent knocking sounded, creating a chaotic scene.

"What's going on?" Old Liu was taken aback:

"It's Huo the Third!"

Huo the Third was from the Beggar Gang, always by Hall Master Jiao Gu's side, leading a team of nurses to patrol the area every night.

"Go and open the door," Wu Hai thought for a moment and said:

"I'll go get the others."

"This..." Old Liu hesitated for a moment, then nodded:

"Alright."

The outer door of the Fang Mansion wasn't repaired yet; they just propped up the fallen door and blocked it with heavy objects to prevent outsiders from intruding.

When the door opened,

a group of beggars surged in, numbering at least twenty.

"Huo,"

Old Liu's expression changed, and he said anxiously:

"What's going on?"

"It's nothing," Huo the Third, holding a Cyan Bamboo Stick, tapped the ground and said:

"Our brothers are guarding your mansion. Staying outside without a roof over our heads isn't feasible. Doesn't the Fang Mansion have many empty rooms?"

"Clear some out so the brothers can stay, rest well, and do their jobs."