Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

"Mr. Nie... Mr. Nie..."

In the corner, the subordinate who had previously mocked the people from the outer city for being desperately poor now wished he could shrink into a crack in the wall, his voice trembling:

"Should we...keep taking them? Those peasants outside are lining up to deliver goods to us, saying...saying the prices we offer are really good..."

"Screw you! Get lost!!"

Nie Chenyuan kicked the lab table, causing the test tube rack on it to wobble precariously and emit a crisp, mournful sound.

"Buy my ass! Do you think I haven't embarrassed myself enough, or that I haven't lost enough money? Tell everyone outside, refuse to accept them! Not a single one! Tell those peasants to get lost!"

His men, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, scrambled away to escape.

I was terrified that if I hesitated even a moment, this furious pervert would pin me to the dissection table and cut me up.

The laboratory finally quieted down.

Only Nie Chenyuan's heavy breathing echoed in the empty room.

He gripped the lab bench, his fingers straining until his knuckles turned white.

But he was, after all, a second-tier alchemist, and his superior intelligence allowed him to forcefully suppress the urge to kill.

calm.

Impotent rage solves nothing.

Nie Chenyuan took a deep breath and began to frantically review the events in his mind.

From the initial launch of the low-priced Spirit-Breaking Bullet to the bait of offering alternative materials, to his foolish rush to buy it, and finally the other party cashing out at a high price, causing the low-price collapse...

Each step is meticulously planned and executed, as precise as a stage play with a pre-written script.

The other party not only understands alchemy, but also human nature, the market, and how to slaughter him like a pig.

"Who is it...?"

Nie Chenyuan bit his thumb nail so hard that blood seeped out.

The alchemy circle in Blackrock City is only this big.

Those old scholars, each and every one of them, consider themselves superior and would never do something like turning business into a massacre.

Ji Yun? That kid is shrewd, but he's too conservative; he wouldn't come up with such a ruthless scheme.

So, who exactly is the mastermind behind Ji Yun?

Blackrock City, and alchemists I don't recognize?

A name suddenly jumped into Nie Chenyuan's mind.

That mythical figure who was wanted by the Spiral Tower for over a decade, making the entire Blackrock City alchemy world both hate and fear him.

"Gu Canglan?"

Nie Chenyuan's movements suddenly froze.

"Ji Yun... have you gotten in touch with Gu Canglan?"

If it's that person, then all of this makes sense.

"Heh...hehe..."

Nie Chenyuan loosened his grip on his bitten finger, which was bleeding, and a neurotic smile appeared on his face.

If it really is Gu Canglan, then this isn't just about losing money; it's about becoming incredibly wealthy!

As long as we find that wanted criminal.

The bounty and status offered by the Spiral Tower are enough to make up for all his losses in this wave, and may even allow him to rise to the top in one step!

"Someone come here!"

Nie Chenyuan straightened his disheveled tie, once again reverting to his refined yet roguish elite demeanor.

Go check on Ji Yun.

"Don't alert Sky Bank. Start by investigating his servants, drivers, and even his cronies in the outer city."

"I need to know the details of everyone he's been in contact with lately, even a dog!"

......

Old Jack's Grocery Store.

Old Jack held the black gold card in both hands, trembling like a late-stage Parkinson's patient.

But his face showed no signs of illness, only the piety of someone seeing their own father.

The card reader kept beeping.

The "buzzing" sound was more beautiful to him than any symphony in the world.

"Five...five thousand gold coins..."

Old Jack swallowed hard, looking at the empty shelves, feeling like he was dreaming.

He spent his whole life in the outer city, using every trick in the book to cheat and swindle. What kind of people hadn't he seen?

But today's deal broke his record from 30 years of running the shop.

"The money's been paid, so you don't have to worry about me running away now, right?"

Lin Bai sat on the counter, toying with a tattered mask in his hand, his tone languid:

"Are all one thousand alchemical masks I requested here?"

"Yes! They're all here! They're all right here, my lord!"

Old Jack nodded vigorously, pointing to the several huge sacks on the ground, his wrinkled face beaming like an old chrysanthemum:

"Sir, could you please check? Half of them are gas masks, and the other half are those ceremonial wooden masks. Although they look a bit worn, the spiritual pathways on them are absolutely authentic!"

Lin Bai glanced at him and gestured with his chin towards Aya, who was standing at the door like a gatekeeper.

Without saying a word, Ah Ya stepped forward, grabbed the sacks that weighed several hundred pounds in total, and carried them on his shoulder.

Looking at Aya's burly figure, which resembled a bear, Lin Bai seemed to be deep in thought.

I still have 50,000 gold coins left.

This trip to the Ghostly Realm of Cloud City was truly life-threatening; not only were there eerie sights, but we also had to be wary of people.

This money is just a string of numbers in the card; it's better to convert it all into combat power.

"Old Jack."

Lin Bai jumped off the counter, dusted off his hands, and said, "I want to ask you something."

"Go ahead and tell me! I'll tell you everything I know! If you ask me where I hide my secret stash of money, I'll take you to dig it up!"

Given Old Jack's current attitude, even if Lin Bai asked him to acknowledge his ancestors on the spot, he would immediately kneel down and kowtow.

"Are there any skilled mechanics in this outer city?" Lin Bai pointed at Aya. "I want to upgrade my brother and get him some really tough stuff."

Old Jack paused for a moment, then slapped his thigh.

"You've come to the right person!"

He pried a dirty business card out of the greasy cracks at the counter.

"If you're looking for something cheap, turn left and find Old Wang at the blacksmith's shop; he can make it work. But for someone of your status, if you want something truly high-quality..."

Old Jack lowered his voice, his face mysterious:

"Go to the scrap metal recycling station in the south of the city and find a crazy old man called Wrench."

"That old guy used to be a mechanic in the inner city. He had a temper as foul as a rock in a latrine, but his skills were absolutely top-notch!"

"A wrench? That's interesting."

Lin Bai took the business card, glanced at the messy handwriting, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Okay, thanks."

Lin Bai waved his hand, then turned and walked out of the shop with Aya.

Shortly after they left.

In the shadows opposite the grocery store, the air seemed to distort slightly.

Two figures, one tall and one short, wearing gray hoodies, appeared silently.

They exchanged a glance, said nothing, and silently followed.

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