Chapter 3159 — An Electric Hot Pot?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"I can only try. There's no problem getting the process and data for my own line, but for the others I'd have to collect them slowly," Foreman Su said after a moment's hesitation. "That will mean expenses—treating people to meals and drinks, you understand. To learn these secrets, unless a foreman from another line lets something slip after a few drinks, or carries those files on him and, being drunk, leaves them somewhere easy to snatch, so I can copy and duplicate them on the sly—without that, it would be very hard to meet your requirements."
"You mean the five hundred thousand isn't enough?" Kang Jingming had caught his meaning.
"The five hundred thousand is my fee. Beyond that, I need another hundred thousand for operating expenses—meals and entertainment," Foreman Su said after a pause.
"Fine, no problem!" Kang Jingming nodded and beckoned to a Five Luminaries Sect disciple beside him. "Go fetch another hundred thousand, and give it all to Foreman Su together."
"Yes!" The disciple nodded and went off to see to it, while Foreman Su smiled with satisfaction. Once this job was done, he would take his old mother and flee far away. The surgery would cost two hundred thousand; the rest would be enough for him to live under an assumed name and open a small business.
After handing over six hundred and ten thousand yuan to Foreman Su, Kang Jingming left his contact information and slipped quietly away. He did not want to linger too long in the secular world; if Wei Zhao's people discovered him, it would only mean trouble.
With Foreman Su working for him without anyone the wiser, Kang Jingming could spare himself a great deal of trouble. All he had to do was wait in the shadows and watch how things unfolded.
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These past days, Wei Zhao had been living very comfortably. Every day, Xu Shilan and Cheng Yiyi practiced their singing upstairs, while Shen Yushu sat in the living room watching television or went upstairs to watch the two of them perform. She seemed happy enough, and yet Wei Zhao could see, deep within her smile, a trace of sorrow.
Wei Zhao could guess that Shen Yushu was anxious about her own future—and that Gu Mengyao's departure had robbed her of her old mischief and high spirits. Her daily cheer was merely a disguise.
But Wei Zhao said nothing. These were matters beyond his power to change; he could not stop them. All he could do was cultivate with every ounce of his strength and throw himself into his study of artificing.