Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 222: Grandpa, do you know Qunling Mountain?

The snake spirit fell from Qin Jiu's neck. He supported himself on the ground with his arms, knelt down, and gasped heavily.

"Ha~ha~"

"What is so evil?"

Wang Bie collected the Changbai Mountain black snake and did not answer. He just half-knelt beside the man and patted his shoulder. "Okay, let's talk about what happened before."

"All the land in those three counties will be sold to my Wang family."

Qin Jiu rubbed his throat and said, "Master Wang, what are you talking about? When did I ever say I wanted to sell the land?"

"Hehe." Wang Bing smiled and shook his head. He kicked Qin Jiu over and put his foot on his chest. "Don't you understand your position?"

"You are just a dog of my Wang family. You really think you are a partner."

After hearing this, Qin Jiu's face changed drastically. The cold and hard touch wrapped around his neck again. Although it had not yet been strengthened, the previous feeling was enough to make his hair stand on end.

"What...what is this?"

"Pathetic." Wang raised his foot and said, "Three hundred million. I want all the construction land in Xiong County, Rongcheng County, and Anxin County."

"Three hundred million?" Qin Jiu's heart sank, and he said angrily, "I have done all the dirty work and worked so hard to acquire this land, and you Wang family wants to take it for just three hundred million!?"

"You might as well just rob!"

Qin Jiu grabbed Wang Bing's trouser leg tightly.

Although he entered the industry late, Qin Jiu still has some business acumen and is sensitive to some of the country's construction strategies.

In these three counties, when the construction of the new district officially starts, countless companies will come to attract them. Regardless of whether these industries can eventually gain a foothold and soar, the first and most expensive thing to be sold at that time will be land!

Don’t even mention 300 million. Even if 3 billion is offered, someone will take over these three plots of land.

Wang Bing spread his hands and said, "Boss Qin, you have been in the business circle for a few years. Don't act like a child. I get tired of your stupidity easily. When you, Boss Qin, took over those plots of land, didn't you rob them openly?"

"We businessmen are like this. The big fish eat the small fish. If you are not big enough, you must be prepared to be eaten. Besides, my Wang family has a clean background. We don't have as much blood on our hands as you do."

"You!" Qin Jiu shook his head in disbelief. "But when I first started, it was your grandfather who hinted at me to do this!"

"Don't get me wrong, my great grandfather was just kindly advising the younger generation, but this younger generation is not smart enough and has gone astray. My grandfather is also very worried."

Qin Jiu, who was still kneeling on the ground, began to feel weak all over. He felt the world spinning around him. He suddenly collapsed to the ground, curled up like a dead insect in winter.

"For so long, you Wang family have been using me as a pawn... You are lying to me..."

"Don't be silly, Mr. Qin. You are insulting the gun." Wang Bing clapped his hands. The lawyer came over with the purchase contract. "I have drafted it for you. Mr. Qin, please take a look."

Qin Jiu gritted his teeth and flipped through the contract. The words between the lines seemed to be soaked in blood. "Okay...Okay..."

"it is good!"

He clenched his pen and signed angrily.

Wang Bing glanced at the contract and said, "Boss Qin, please be straightforward. Let's go to the management department when we have time."

After saying that, he got in the car and left.

"You son of a bitch! You damn beast! Do you really think I'm a pushover?"

"Eat me!? Be careful not to break your fucking dog teeth!" Qin Jiu yelled towards the sky, and at this time the woman came over with a confused look on her face.

"What's wrong with Mr. Qin?"

Snapped!
Qin Jiu slapped him.

"Get out of my way, bitch! Is that something you can ask?"

"Buy me the ticket now!"

The woman looked aggrieved and cried, "I don't know where you want to go, Mr. Qin?"

"Antu County, Jilin, Changbai Mountain."

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Wang family, Wang Bing’s study.

The quiet atmosphere is filled with the faint scent of ink. The layout of the study is simple and elegant. The walls are covered with various calligraphy and paintings of exotic animals. The floor is covered with elegant blue and white tiles. On the desk are inkstones, brushes, ink sticks, and several heavy books.

There is a large window in front of the desk, and the sunlight outside shines through the window lattice into the study.

Wang Bing was sitting at his desk, concentrating on painting with ink. His brush was moving lightly on the rice paper, outlining an unfinished mythical beast, which looked like Bai Ze from the Classic of Mountains and Seas. The ink had not yet completely dried, and a faint black color was smudged on the paper. The eyes and horn of the beast in the painting were still rough, and the overall painting lacked some delicate charm and artistic conception.

"Oh my dear, why are you concentrating on learning our family's unique skills today?"

Wang Ai walked into the study, his smile filled with wrinkles all over his face, and he looked very pleased.

"I heard that Qin Jiu's problem has been resolved?"

Wang Bing nodded, exhausted and a little tired: "I got it, you ignorant bastard."

"Don't be angry, silly baby. It is because we have a group of dogs under our command that we can be successful in everything we do!"

Wang Ai touched Wang Bing's head, turned to look at the paintings on the desk, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Wang Bing, your painting has the shape, but it has lost its spirit and meaning."

"If this continues, how will you be able to put the finishing touch on this 'divine painting'?"

After saying that, Wang Ai took the pen and lightly tapped the eyes of the mythical beast Bai Ze. Suddenly, a yin energy emanated from the air. The auspicious beast with a tiger head and red hair stepped on the mist and flew into the air, then looked down.

"Shit, what kind of thing can summon me? I can't do good deeds, how sad!" Bai Ze said, and his dark body disappeared from the room.

The Southern Liang Dynasty's "Book of Song: Records of Auspicious Signs" records: "When the Yellow Emperor was on patrol, he would go to the east bank and the marsh beast would come out. It could speak, and it knew the essence of all things. It warned the people and removed the harm. When a wise ruler was virtuous and far away, he would come."

"You see, it's still a long way off." Wang Ai didn't care what the auspicious beast said. He splashed ink casually, and the ink hit the wall and scattered, turning into flying black butterflies.

"The ultimate exquisiteness is to let the heart move at will, to draw the images of all things, to arrange the city walls and soldiers, to splash ink into the spirit, and to be able to easily shake people's seven emotions and six desires. This is art."

"You should know that the two major schools of painting, 'Secret Painting' and our Wang family's 'Divine Painting', were both well-known names in the circle."

Wang nodded, somewhat irritably and impatiently.

"Where is there a magic that requires practicing painting skills?"

"My opinion is that it is not as good as 'Conquer the Spirits and Send the Generals'."

Wang Ai smiled and shook his head, "This is what cultivation is all about! The Eight Wonders are wonderful, but they are not as solid as the solid inheritance of one's own family. Everything has to be looked at from both sides. We must be on guard against hidden dangers and prepare for a rainy day."

"Have you gained anything from traveling around these days?"

Wang Bing spread out his palms, and wisps of black smoke rose.

"He ate some common ghosts, but most of them were weak. This Qin guy even offered a guardian deity, which I also took away. This guy is better than the previous one."

"But it's just a little. I'll eat it when I've had enough fun."

Wang Ai leaned on his cane and walked toward the door. "Everyone says that our 'divine painting' comes from a magical skill of nature, but those who know the way know that we practice witchcraft, which relies most on the soul."

"It's not good for your own things to be contaminated with impurities, but don't be afraid, silly baby, I can clean up these troubles for you."

"Don't forget to practice hard on your life skills. Once your life skills are fully developed, you won't be afraid of anything."

"Although I am a little proud of my family's unique skills, I have to say that the signpost you should move forward is that old man Zhang Zhiwei."

"Skill, inferior."

Wang Bing looked back and asked, "If that's the case, why do the heads of the Wang and Lu families want to keep pursuing these magic techniques?"

Wang Ai said with a smile, "So I can only be Wang Ai, not Zhang Zhiwei."

"So he is Zhang Zhiwei, and he is recognized as the 'best of the best'."

"Wang Bing, there are some things you have to understand clearly. Thinking it through and being able to do it are two completely different things."

"I understand, Grandpa." Wang Bing looked at the empty rice paper on the table, thoughtfully.

Wang Ai stopped at the door and said, "From now on, when you go out, if someone can't speak a complete sentence, pry open his mouth. If he still can't speak a complete sentence even after tearing his mouth to pieces, just assume that he has something to hide."

"For example, Feng Tianyang, he didn't say all the words. My dear, if you have any questions about cultivation, please come and ask me in time."

Wang thought for a moment, and the phone on the table vibrated, and an unimportant message popped up.

This reminded him of the previous incident with the Alien Network.

"Grandpa, do you know Qunling Mountain?"

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