The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 6 Don't Talk to Me About Relationships
Baozhilin, backyard.

Led by Huang Feihong, the three of them walked into the guest room in the backyard and sat down at a yellowed wooden table.

After Huang Feihong sat down, he looked at Wang Yi's expression and said with a gentle smile: "Brother Wang, it seems that you have let go of a lot of things."

Wang Yi pursed his lips and smiled, "It's not that I've let it go, it's just that I have a goal in mind and hope to make up for the regrets, so my mood has calmed down."

His heart used to be dead and dark, but the appearance of the Tree of Nothingness brought him a ray of hope, and it was this ray of light that made him see the opportunity to make up for his regrets.

Huang Feihong nodded in understanding: "It seems that you have gained a lot during this period of time, which is good. The past cannot be changed. What we can do is to live in the present, look forward to the future, and not leave any regrets in our future lives."

As soon as he finished sighing, he couldn't wait to turn the topic to Marxism-Leninism: "Last time you talked about the working class and the workers' movement, as well as the capitalism prevalent in the West..."

"Master Huang, stop!" Wang Yi raised his hand to stop him, rubbing his brows with a headache, and said in a very serious tone: "This topic is too heavy, I don't want to discuss it again in the future. Today I came to ask Master Huang for help, and by the way, solve the dilemma of the militia."

He really didn't want to drag Huang Feihong into the water. With his solidified thinking, he was not suitable for such a heavy liberation theory as Marxism-Leninism.

The Qing dynasty seemed to be on the decline, but its foundation could not be underestimated.

Those who dare to try to liberate their minds will have only one outcome.

That means it would be wiped out by the Qing army like a thunderbolt, and many people would die.

Huang Feihong opened his mouth, smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Yes, this topic is too heavy. It is indeed inappropriate to discuss this with a sixteen-year-old boy. I am being reckless."

Having said that, I still feel a little regretful.

Although he had only listened to a superficial part of it, his heart was always touched every time he flipped through the unequal treaties on the paper fan.

However, he believed that Marxism-Leninism would eventually shine with its unique brilliance on the land beneath his feet.

Yan Zhendong's gaze wandered over the two of them, curiosity flashing in his eyes. Seeing that they had ended the topic, he tactfully swallowed back his words.

Huang Feihong adjusted his mood and asked with a smile: "First, tell me what you want to talk to me about. We can talk about the militia later."

"Master, Prince Wang, and this old man, please have some wine first, the food will be here soon."

Ling Yunkai walked into the room carrying a wooden dish tray, placed two jars of wine and three bowls on the table with a smile on his face, then turned around and left in a hurry.

"Come, have some wine to moisten your throat." Huang Feihong picked up the wine jar, broke the mud seal, filled the three wine bowls on the table, put down the wine jar and asked with a smile: "Brother Wang, what is the name of this friend? Judging from his muscles and bones, he must be a martial artist who is proficient in claw skills."

Yan Zhendong cupped his hands and said in a deep voice: "My name is Yan Zhendong, I am from Shandong, and I am currently your instructor and bodyguard. I am learning the Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt Kung Fu."

Wang Yi raised his wine bowl and took a sip, then shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about these irrelevant things, let's get back to business. I want to reach a long-term medicinal material transaction with Bao Zhilin, and the older the medicinal materials, the better."

As he said this, he took out a piece of paper covered with small black words and handed it over.

"Medicinal herbs?" Huang Feihong took the paper in surprise and looked at it carefully. As time went by, his expression became more and more solemn.

He frowned and said in a concentrated voice: "This is a prescription for warriors to build their foundation. Where did Brother Wang get it from?" The prescription in his hand is of extraordinary help to warriors in building their foundation and can greatly shorten the time of foundation building.

This is the foundation of a martial arts family and will not be easily revealed to outsiders. I don’t know where this kid got it from?

If it comes from an illegal source, it may bring about a fatal disaster.

Yan Zhendong raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl, then said calmly: "This is a secret from my Yan family, don't worry about it coming from a bad source." He naturally understood the meaning of the other party's words.

Huang Feihong was stunned. This answer was completely beyond his expectations. He smiled and said with emotion, "Brother Wang, you have a good master. No wonder you are unwilling to be my disciple no matter what I say."

Wang Yi laughed and shook his head: "Master Huang misunderstood. I did not take Master Yan as my master, nor did I plan to take anyone as my master. I just gave him what he wanted, as a kind of exchange."

"Young master is extremely talented. I will achieve great success if I follow him." Yan Zhendong's words were simple and straightforward, without hiding his thoughts at all.

Huang Feihong nodded in agreement: "Master Yan is right. Brother Wang has a unique vision and extraordinary insights. His future achievements will definitely be great." As he spoke, his expression became serious and he said solemnly: "Don't worry, I will keep this prescription to myself and will never pass it on to others."

"Don't just praise me, let's talk about the medicinal materials." Wang Yi stretched out his hand and pushed the wooden box in front of Yan Zhendong to Huang Feihong: "Master Huang, let's be honest, this is the deposit for the medicinal materials transaction. Don't refuse it, and don't think about helping me for nothing, otherwise I will get up and leave."

Yan Zhendong looked at the box going away, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. He smacked his lips, picked up the jar of wine and took a big gulp.

Huang Feihong frowned, raised his hand and opened the box. When he saw a box of gold ingots, his brows knitted tightly, and he quickly closed the box and pushed it back. He shook his head with an unhappy look and said, "Brother Wang, these are just some medicinal herbs, not worth much money. It's not worth it."

Wang Yi's face suddenly darkened, and he said in a low voice: "The market price of ginseng is about one tael of silver and ten coins. This is just ordinary ginseng. The price of aged ginseng is one tael of silver and one coin, and there is even no market for it."

He raised his hand and pointed at the prescription on the table: "Most of the herbs on this prescription are precious herbs like ginseng. If Master Huang feels that this business cannot be done, I can go find another clinic."

After saying that, he stood up, picked up the box, and prepared to leave.

Huang Feihong quickly stood up and walked around the table. He took a few quick steps and grabbed Wang Yi's arm, saying with a wry smile, "Brother Wang, you... Huang didn't say we can't do it, but based on our relationship, the deposit is a bit inappropriate."

Wang Yi rolled his eyes speechlessly and said unhappily: "What's the situation with Baozhilin? What's the situation with the militia? What's the situation with you? Don't these Master Huangs know what's going on?"

As he put the box on the table, he said bluntly, "Don't talk about favors with me. You can do this business, but you must follow the rules. You have to charge what the market price is, and the deposit is what it should be."

Seeing Huang Feihong trying to refuse again, his brows furrowed, "If you dare to say anything more, I will turn around and leave immediately."

"Here comes the food..." Ling Yunkai came over with a tray filled with steaming hot food. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the tense atmosphere and instantly stopped talking. He put the food away silently, then turned around and left without hesitation, and took the confused Yacasu away.

Yan Zhendong stood up, looked at Huang Feihong and said seriously: "Young Master is not short of money, he only comes to you to buy medicinal materials out of trust. This is a long-term business, and it is too easy for outsiders to cheat."

Huang Feihong felt warm in his heart, knowing that the other party was helping him in order to relieve his financial pressure. He smiled with relief and nodded in agreement:
"Okay, let's do it according to the rules. Don't worry, I will strictly check every medicinal material. Brother Wang, please wait a moment. I will go to the study to draft a contract."

As he said that, he patted Wang Yi on the shoulder and walked out of the house.

This kid treated him so well, he couldn't just remain silent, so he could just turn the tables on this guy.

(End of this chapter)