Why did you provoke me?

Fake Fairy sat in his spacious office. He couldn't change his mind once he'd made up his mind, but he wasn't in a hurry at all now.

He gathered all his underground businesses together and then quietly moved them to another city.

Jia Daoyi didn't cause him any more trouble; he simply sent someone to say, "It's a bit too little, it looks fake!"

Fake Fairy gritted her teeth and increased the total assets by another third.

As a result of this, the fake fairy's quality of life plummeted.

The Zhou family's affair became common knowledge, but in reality, they didn't suffer any losses. However, the Zhou family's bone painter also received the same treatment. This time, the hair was delivered by a special person sent by Secretary Wu. On the surface, the result was the same, but in fact, the Zhou family's bone painter woke up two hours later, but did not appear in front of others.

Zhou Jinyan secretly admired his third uncle; after this performance, the Jia family was likely to be demoted. He admired both his uncle's strategy and his connections.

Nangong Tianshou, however, was far from happy. This wasn't his script. He hadn't become the hero who saved people; instead, he owed Yu Meng a huge favor. What was most infuriating was that he hadn't gained anything in return.

Jingchuan Hall.

Yu Meng was at her wit's end. Secretary Wu looked at her expectantly. "Teacher Yu, please say something!"

"What did you say? You think the reclusive families are a box of aliens? You think I can peel off their skin and they'll behave, stop causing trouble, and cooperate with Aunt Qing in her research?"

"Now that things are like this, you have to make a decision, right?" Secretary Wu looked at Yu Meng pitifully.

"Sigh, just tell me, how am I, a bone painter, supposed to arrange for a reclusive family to reside? Where am I supposed to place them? We're just a handful of people. If they figure out our background, do you think they'll wipe us out?" Yu Meng had already disregarded her image and blurted out a lot of things in one breath.

Secretary Wu said weakly, "When they came to ask what to do, you even gave them a solution. Now that they've gotten it done, you can't just ignore it."

Yu Meng choked for a moment.

"Who knew they would wipe out the entire family?"

"Since they've brought back resources for our sect, we can't just turn them away, can we?" Secretary Wu said cautiously.

Yu Meng twirled the pen in her hand. "Is their contract ready?"

"Ready, right here? But I'm a little unsure, I don't know if they've dug any pits inside." Secretary Wu really didn't know anything about this kind of thing. After all, a reclusive family with a history of hundreds of years is involved in too many aspects, and there are some things he had never heard of before, so of course he didn't know where to start.

Yu Meng took the folder over. "We're using a small boat. This huge thing might capsize if we're not careful."

"I told them to be careful next time. They don't even know how to be strategic; they just act recklessly." Secretary Wu responded quickly.

Yu Meng looked up from the contract. "Is that what I meant? Don't think I don't know you're secretly pleased."

"Teacher Yu, I'm poor. Whoever can get me resources, I'll treat them like a god of wealth."

Yu Meng snorted and continued looking at the contract.

"There are many conditions here that seem very favorable to us, but once we cross the line, we'll have to clean up their mess. I suggest we leave these benefits to them." Yu Meng pointed out the various pitfalls with her pen as she looked around.

Secretary Wu was sweating profusely. This was a really close call. If he had signed the contract out of arrogance, he would have dragged the entire sect into the mess and made the family clean up the mess.

"This is outrageous!" Secretary Wu slammed his hand on the table. "Teacher Yu, could you take a look at these points? Would it be unreasonable for me to raise the price a little?"

"Doubling it wouldn't be a problem," Yu Meng replied affirmatively.

"That's fine then. We're so kind, we can't treat them like our blood donation bags. We can't interfere with their development, but we can't abandon the responsibility of their existence. Let's just ask for some money or silver. To them, that's filthy stuff. They should be happy if we help them get rid of it."

Yu Meng touched the contract with the tip of her pen, "Add a clause: the tasks we assign must be completed, otherwise the direct subordinates will be severely punished."

"Only direct descendants?"

"Yes, families like theirs are very particular about the purity of their bloodline."

Secretary Wu left with the freshly printed contract; he wanted to rewrite it.

Jing San stood in the corner, watching Secretary Wu hurriedly return to his office, and then followed him into the room.

Secretary Wu paused for a moment as she reached to close the door, then said softly, "Close the door."

"What's wrong? Have we gotten ourselves into big trouble?"

"It's alright, our Ms. Yu, you never know what she's got up to." She held up the documents in her hand. "She scrapped everything and redid it all. Can you believe she still knows these things? She just does!"

Jing San stepped forward, flipped through a few pages, and frowned. "This is too polarized! Can this even work?"

"Can you offer a better solution?" Secretary Wu is the kind of person who will consider anything as long as it's reasonable.

Seeing that Jing San stopped talking, Secretary Wu began to do her own thing. "After I've tidied it up, I'll have to trouble you to send it to the Jia family."

"What if they don't sign?"

Secretary Wu glanced at him and said, "I don't think this is a problem at all."

Jing understood in three seconds: Secretary Wu only cared about the result; as for the process, what did that have to do with him?

"Whether the Zhou family needs to come or not, they should still make a trip."

Secretary Wu almost fell to the ground while sitting in the chair.

"No, please don't. Don't bite off more than you can chew. We have to take it slow." After saying that, Secretary Wu was stunned for a moment. Was he really that strong now? He could even handle something like this with such composure.

Jing San stood aside, smiling and nodding. "We can't rush it. Once this is done, we'll have a model. Then we can just follow suit."

Secretary Wu stared blankly at Jing San, "Do you have some misunderstanding about aristocratic families? They're not like cabbages, and we're not just cooking a simple home-style dish."

Jing San pointed to the contract on the table. "This doesn't seem too difficult."

Secretary-General Wu sighed, "Take it easy, I'm getting old and can't handle too much stress."

He handed him another document on the table, saying, "Your third batch of trainees isn't full yet. Go pick the people yourself. These are the assessment standards. You can add rules, but you can't cut any."

Jing San glanced at it; the contents were familiar to him. Looking at Secretary Wu, he asked, "Can I really add my own rules?"

"You'll be in charge of the third batch of trainees. You can train them whatever kind you want, but there's one thing: they must know how to peel off the alien's skin. That's an ironclad rule."

Jing San left satisfied. There were a few people he had disliked for a long time, and this time he could give them a taste of their own medicine, and with a perfectly legitimate reason. Life was becoming more and more to his liking.