I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 120 The Lumber Mill (26)

Master Gong Jin's mood became extremely excited.

At that moment, he understood Chen Yu's thoughts and resonated with him on a deeper level, letting him know what Chen Yu was thinking.

However, Chen Yu did not state this directly, indicating that it was also part of the plan.

Success is achieved through secrecy, while failure is caused by leaks. Many things cannot be spoken aloud, otherwise they might be overheard by lurking day-roaming spirits, which would be disastrous.

Therefore, it is necessary to act discreetly and get things done quietly.

Those who understand this will understand, and those who don't will have no way to understand.

Giving Chen Yu a reassuring look, Gong Jin said, "Don't worry, Mr. Chen, I have connections for this kind of thing, I'll help you solve it."

"Oh. Wait a minute, Master Gong! I felt there was something wrong with the look in your eyes just now. Please listen to me first. There's no plan. I just want to barter, nothing more. Can you think about it too much?"

"Don't worry, I understand," Gong Jin replied earnestly.

"...I feel like you don't understand. Never mind, it shouldn't cause any trouble anyway, so let's leave it at that. By the way, don't be too calculating when doing business with them. Our costs aren't high, so let's give them some concessions."

"Don't worry, I understand. There was a batch of goods that the factory needed to ship out, so I went with them."

"Okay, take care, and be careful. Remember, no plans!"

"understood!"

Watching Master Gong Jin jump onto the truck and follow the truck driver towards Sangmu City in the north, Chen Yu felt somewhat relieved, but even more so, he was nervous.

I feel at ease because Master Gong Jin is an upright and reliable person with his own network among the workers, so I feel very reassured entrusting this kind of thing to him.

But I was nervous because Master Gong Jin seemed a bit too hot-blooded, and I was really afraid that he would do something that would backfire on me.

But then he thought about it again and realized that he was being a bit neurotic.

The previous times were due to bad luck and a lack of understanding of the world.

However, as one's cultivation level increases, this kind of thing should not be so common.

Besides, I didn't do anything that would give people any reason to speculate, so I should be fine, right?
Thinking about this, Chen Yu also felt a little insecure.

All I can do is pray that Master Gong Jin truly understands my meaning and that there are no more plans.

In half a day, the truck drove into Sangmu.

In the world of cultivation, each region can purchase the services of different star deities to alter the climate of that region.

Sangmu City specially invited the temple keeper of the Star Lord of Wood Virtue to build a temple for the Star Lord of Wood Virtue here. Through sacrifices, they invoked the Star Lord's divine power and improved the local climate.

The herbs here grow faster and have better medicinal effects; the trees mature in a shorter period and grow at a faster pace.

In addition, one can ask the temple priest of the Wood Star Lord to perform divine magic, causing the trees to undergo some mutations as they grow, thus producing talismans suitable for drawing spells, which are quite popular among Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The local cultivators are mostly body cultivators and skill cultivators. Their daily work consists of logging and searching for spiritual herbs. They also find places to drink and chat. The amount of alcohol they drink in a year can reach twenty times their body weight.

As soon as he entered, Gong Jin felt a strong wood-elemental spiritual energy coming towards him.

Spiritual energy is originally without attributes, but because of the Wood Virtue Star Lord, the spiritual energy here has shifted and transformed into wood spiritual energy, one of the five types of spiritual energy, which in turn makes plants grow faster.

As the air gradually cooled, the moisture in the air also gradually increased. The moisture, rich in wood elemental energy, soothed Gong Jin's throat and lungs, making his decades-old hoarse voice much more comfortable.

Before long, the truck arrived at its destination: the mulberry wood processing plant.

After jumping out of the truck, Gong Jin patted the cargo compartment, and the screws inside made a sound like hail hitting the ground when he patted them hard.

"Did you hear that? Top-quality screws, incredibly precise. Once you get the activation code, you can start using them." The person in charge of Gong Jin was a master craftsman about his age.

He was not tall, had a tangled beard, and his hands were surprisingly large, so people forgot his real name and called him Master Big Hands.

Later, as the story spread, people thought he was thin, and so he became known as "Skinny Master".

Looking at the million screws inside, the skinny driver walked to the back of the truck, grabbed the tail with both hands, and exerted force. His strong arms immediately became engorged with blood, making his arms appear larger.

He lifted the truck from the rear, gritted his teeth, and carefully weighed the weight of the screws inside the truck before putting it down, a process that took him more than ten seconds.

The impact of the truck landing kicked up a cloud of dust, while the thin driver wiped the sweat from his brow and said with a smile, "No problem, four and a half tons, that's one million pieces."

He ordered the others to unload the goods, and the skinny driver flicked his cigarette case. A cigarette jumped out automatically, and he caught it in mid-air.

Then, he rubbed his hands together, vigorously rubbing the particles attached to them, and a bright flame suddenly leaped out and quietly burned on his cut-resistant gloves.

Every experienced smoker has their own unique way of lighting a cigarette. When smokers meet, showing off their skills to each other is a common way to enhance their relationship and a tacit code among old acquaintances.

Gong Jin also took a cigarette, lit it on the other person's glove, and watched the young men unload the goods not far away.

After the cigarette had burned halfway, the skinny man said, "One million. When we were young, it only cost five thousand. Now it's five million."

“It has high added value,” Gong Jin said.

"What a load of rubbish. You charged us five million for a single activation code. Tianyuan is really ruthless."

"Come on! Don't think I don't know. With this stuff, fewer people drink, fewer fight, and fewer husbands causing trouble at night. You still want to buy another million?"

Even after being exposed, the skinny driver wasn't embarrassed and continued, "That won't do either. Suddenly jumping from one million to five million, I've never seen a price increase like that."

"If you're not satisfied, go find the God of Wealth; that's the warning he gave you."

"...Forget it, that Star Lord is a scoundrel. He demands money every time we meet, every time we talk, every time we queue. It's always about money, money, money. When will the next batch of goods arrive? I heard you've expanded your production capacity?"

"Yes."

"Impressive! You can still expand production capacity despite trade restrictions. Tianyuan has some talented people."

"Yes."

"Then, will we be able to ship more to Sangmu?"

The skinny man waited for a while, but didn't hear the second half of the sentence.

Turning his head, he saw Gong Jin smiling at him, a cigarette with only one puff left between his fingers.

Seeing that Gong Jin's cigarettes were almost gone, the skinny master took out his own spruce cigarettes from his pocket. Finding that there was still half a pack left, he reluctantly took one out and tucked it behind his ear, then stuffed the remaining half pack into Gong Jin's hand.

Gong Jin then took out a cigarette with satisfaction and put it in his mouth, giving a signal with his eyes.

The skinny chef sighed helplessly and rubbed his hands together to light a cigarette for Gong Jin.

After taking a deep breath, Gong Jin said, "Production capacity has expanded, but the cost of screws is still one million."

"Give me back my cigarettes! Half a pack cost three yuan!"

"Don't rush, that's why I came here. Look what this is."

Seeing the external display device that Gong Jin took out, the skinny master stared at the Bai Ze on it for a while, and asked in confusion, "You're a great-grandfather now?"

(End of this chapter)