Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 436 Killing the Chicken to Warn the Monkey

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Lin Chen glanced at the old man in black kneeling on the ground and smiled faintly:

"A half-step Celestial Immortal, quite impressive cultivation."

Then he looked at Zhou Xihai, "President Zhou, who is this?"

Zhou Xihai's voice trembled: "This, this is a retainer sent by the Chamber of Commerce to protect me, his name is... his name is Old Hei. He, he has no ill intentions, he really has no ill intentions, it's just..."

"What is it?"

"I just...want to hear what Your Highness and I are discussing..."

Lin Chen chuckled, a laugh that made Zhou Xihai's hair stand on end.

"Listen?" Lin Chen squatted down, looked at the old man in black, and said slowly:

"When I came here last time, you scanned me with your divine sense, didn't you?"

The old man in black's pupils suddenly contracted.

Lin Chen smiled and said, "You think I didn't notice?"

The old man in black moved his lips, and finally spoke, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper:

"You...your cultivation level..."

"What happened to my cultivation level?"

The old man in black looked at Lin Chen with shock in his eyes.

I couldn't see through it last time, and I still can't see through it this time.

Lin Chen standing in front of him was like a bottomless well, or a boundless sea.

His divine sense probed out, but he couldn't find the bottom at all. It was like a pebble thrown into an abyss, leaving no echo.

The old man in black shut his mouth and said no more.

Lin Chen stood up and patted his robe.

"President Zhou."

"Yes, yes!"

"When Songshan City was established, I said that on my territory, if you are a dragon, you have to coil up, and if you are a tiger, you have to lie down."

Does your Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce look down on me so much that you consider my words as nothing?

Sweat streamed down Zhou Xihai's forehead, dripping onto the ground from the tip of his nose.

"Your Highness, please forgive me! Your Highness, please forgive me! I will certainly discipline you strictly and never do it again!"

Lin Chen gave Zhou Xihai a deep look. "Fine! I'll let it go this time."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Tiangang loosened his grip.

The five pillars of wind scattered with a "bang," turning into a gentle breeze that made the papers on the table rustle.

The old man in black collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Lin Chen walked up to him and looked down at him.

"You are a half-step Celestial Immortal, your cultivation is not bad, but let me remind you, a half-step Celestial Immortal is not enough for me."

The old man in black looked up at Lin Chen, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.

Lin Chen ignored him, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, flicked it casually, and the paper flew straight and landed on the table in front of Zhou Xihai.

"The items on this plate are provided by your Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce. The annual quantity must be sufficient and delivered to Dongshan Villa on time. Not even a single ounce less is acceptable."

Zhou Xihai looked down and his face turned completely pale.

Star Iron, 2,000 catties per year.

Cold marrow copper, 1,000 catties per year.

Blood-patterned steel, 1,000 jin per year.

Xuanbing Jade, 300 pieces per year.

Dragon blood stone, 200 pieces per year.

There were also various rare medicinal herbs and minerals, listed in a long, dense string, which gave Zhou Xihai a headache.

"This... Your Highness, some of these things are even hard to obtain in Zhongzhou."

"The annual production of Star Iron is only eight thousand catties, and it is all controlled by the major sects. You want two thousand catties at once..."

Zhou Xihai's voice was trembling, like a leaf turning in the wind.

Lin Chen looked at Zhou Xihai without saying a word.

Zhou Xihai gritted his teeth: "Your Highness, could you lower the price a bit? Would a thousand catties be alright?"

Lin Chen remained silent, only staring at Zhou Xihai.

Zhou Xihai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and gritted his teeth:

"1,500 jin! 1,500 jin at most! Any more than that, there's really no way!"

Lin Chen looked at Zhou Xihai for three seconds, then nodded.

"Okay, 1,500 catties, and everything else, not a single thing can be missing."

Zhou Xihai took a deep breath, as if he had made a major decision: "I... am requesting instructions from headquarters."

Lin Chen nodded: "Okay, three days."

After saying that, he turned and left.

He stopped abruptly at the door, turned back and glanced at the old man in black who was still sprawled on the ground.

"By the way, Chairman Zhou."

"Please speak, Your Highness."

"Don't let anyone try to test me again next time. I'm timid and easily frightened."

When startled, my hands tend to shake, and when my hands shake—”

Lin Chen glanced at the old man in black, "It's easy for someone to die."

Zhou Xihai's face was as white as paper, and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I'll remember that, there won't be a next time!"

Lin Chen smiled and walked out the door, with Yuan Tiangang following closely behind.

Li Bai leaned against a stone pillar by the door, holding a wine jug in his hand, and was drinking from it.

Seeing Lin Chen come out, he put down the wine pot, wiped his mouth, and grinned.

"My lord, have you finished talking?"

Lin Chen nodded.

"How did the talks go?"

Lin Chen smiled and said, "It's alright."

Li Bai didn't ask any more questions; he had just asked casually, and he didn't care about such things.

As soon as the three of them stepped out of the shop, they saw several people walking towards them from across the street.

Bai Mei walked at the very front.

Behind him were Chen, Jian Wusheng, Yun Zhongge, Zhou Lie, and Yun Yao.

Bai Mei walked up to Lin Chen, cupped his hands in greeting, and said with a smile, "Your Highness, it's been a long time."

Lin Chen nodded: "Senior White Eyebrows."

Bai Mei took out a brocade box from his sleeve and handed it over with both hands:

"I heard that Your Highness has had a son and a daughter. I have prepared a small gift for you, but it is not much."

Lin Chen took it, opened it, and glanced at it.

They are a pair of jade pendants, crystal clear, with a faint glow, of excellent quality, and obviously very valuable.

Lin Chen smiled: "Senior White Eyebrows, you're too kind."

He carefully put the brocade box away and casually placed it into his spatial ring.

Zhou Lie, Yun Yao, and Liao Chen also handed them over one by one.

Lin Chen accepted them one by one, smiling broadly: "You're all too kind."

Bai Mei stroked his beard and looked at Lin Chen with a smile:

"Your Highness, I heard you're here today to discuss business with the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce?"

Lin Chen nodded: "Yes, let's talk about some small business."

Bai Mei's eyes darted around: "How did the talks go?"

Lin Chen smiled and said, "It's alright."

Bai Mei wanted to ask more, but Lin Chen waved his hand:

"Senior White Eyebrows, I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now. Let's talk another day."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Bai Mei watched Lin Chen's retreating figure, then his gaze fell on Yuan Tiangang, lingering on him for a few more moments.

This Yuan Tiangang has a completely different aura than when we last met.

He turned to look at Liao Chen, who was also looking at Yuan Tiangang, and stopped holding the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand.

The two looked at each other but said nothing.

Lin Chen took a few steps, then suddenly stopped and turned to look at the restaurant across the street.

Two people were sitting by the window on the third floor.

An old man, wearing a gray Taoist robe and straw sandals, held a gourd of wine in his hand.

A young man, dressed in white robes and with a long sword at his waist, sat upright.

Lin Chen's gaze lingered on the old man for a second.

The old man's body stiffened slightly, and his fingers tightened around the wine gourd.

Then he smiled at Lin Chen and raised his wine gourd.

Lin Chen smiled, looked away, and continued walking forward.

The old man put down his gourd, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

The young man next to him asked in a low voice, "Master, what's wrong?"

The old man paused for a moment, then said, "He glanced at me."

The young man paused for a moment, then asked, "Who?"

The old man said, "Lin Chen."

The young man frowned: "So what?"

The old man looked at his apprentice with a serious expression: "He glanced at me, and I almost couldn't sit still."

The young man's expression changed.

He knew the old man's cultivation level; he was a genuine Celestial Immortal.

If Lin Chen could get so restless after just one glance, then his cultivation level must be...

The old man picked up his gourd, took a swig, wiped his mouth, and took a deep breath:

"The Tianyuan Continent is about to change."