Chapter 147: Chapter 0147: The Diao Clan’s Final Strike_1
The next day, just as dawn broke, the entrance to Wenwu Pharma was already swamped with people. They were all there to purchase the Rufei Slimming Pill, though some had also come to treat eye disorders.
So, when Zhang Bin and Liu Ruolan arrived at the company, they couldn’t even squeeze through the crowd. The two of them were completely dumbfounded. How can there be so many people?
In the end, they only managed to enter the company gates with the help of two security guards.
All the employees had already arrived. Each one was sweating profusely but looked thrilled.
Liu Xin was there as well, bringing the 5,000 weight loss pills the factory had produced yesterday. Exuding a rich, alluring fragrance, she approached Zhang Bin and said joyfully, "Xiao Bin, the Weight Loss Pills are a huge hit! Congratulations."
"Yeah, it’s a huge hit! Our company is about to take off. Boss, you have to give us a bonus," Wen Shanshan chimed in.
"There will definitely be bonuses," Zhang Bin said, "but unfortunately, I’m not in charge of that. It’s up to the general manager to decide."
The employees chuckled at his remark. What a stingy boss, how could he possibly be willing to hand out large bonuses?
Liu Ruolan also smiled, shooting Zhang Bin a playful glare before generously announcing, "Bonuses will be doubled this month."
"Yay!"
A cheer erupted from all the employees.
Zhang Bin felt a twinge of pain. What a spendthrift. No, when I set up the online language school, I absolutely cannot let her spend so much on advertising. Is it easy for me to make this little bit of money?
Meanwhile, Liu Ruolan had already started giving orders.
"There are too many customers today, so we must limit purchases, or things will get out of control. The limit will be ten pills per person."
"Security guards, stay alert! Call the police and ask them to send officers to maintain order."
"Wen Shanshan, post a hiring notice online immediately. We need 20 security guards and 10 bodyguards with good combat skills."
"Sister Xin, you’ll still be in charge of sales and treatment for the Bright Eye Liquid..."
"..."
The company quickly began to operate in an orderly fashion.
Zhang Bin truly admired Liu Ruolan. The woman might be a bit of a spendthrift, but she was also incredibly competent. More importantly, she was a peerless beauty, and the memory of their passion last night was still vivid in his mind.
Of course, the only person with nothing to do was Zhang Bin. He simply wandered around, looking here and there, before finally going to his office. Standing by the window, he watched the impenetrable crowd outside. He even saw reporters conducting interviews and TV crews filming, and a radiant smile spread across his face.
However, he was unaware that someone was hiding in a chilly corner, eyeing the bustling scene at Wenwu Pharma with a ferocious smirk and muttering, "The Weight Loss Pills and the Bright Eye Liquid should have belonged to my Diao Clan. Now that the Diao Clan has collapsed, you, Zhang Bin, are reveling in your success. Just you wait. I’ll soon make sure you die without a place to be buried."
Without a doubt, this man was Diao Chenghua.
After smirking for a while, he made his way to the airport and took a flight to Bacheng. From there, he journeyed to the vicinity of the Iron Sword Sect.
In a small town, he met Turen Xiong, a renegade from the sect, who was staying in a hotel. Turen Xiong now looked lonely and aged, but his eyes flickered with resentment and venom, making him look like a vengeful ghost.
The two of them talked in detail inside the room. They had, of course, removed the batteries from their cellphones, fearing that hackers might monitor them and foil their plan.
"Speak. Why have you come looking for me?" Turen Xiong asked coldly.
He was no fool and had long known that the Diao Clan had fallen. They had become a laughingstock for being unable to defeat a mere peasant like Zhang Bin, so he could guess Diao Chenghua’s purpose in seeking him out.
"Elder Turen, Zhang Bin ruined your cultivation, turning you from a Martial World expert into an ordinary person. He also destroyed our Diao Clan with his ruthless methods. Therefore, we share a common enemy. How about we join forces against him?" Diao Chenghua said, getting straight to the point.
"I will never let Zhang Bin go. I wouldn’t forgive him even if I became a vengeful ghost," Turen Xiong said fiercely. "But your Diao Clan has fallen. What do you have left to fight Zhang Bin with? Join forces with me? How would that help me?"
"Our Diao Clan may have lost its power, but we still have hidden strength," Diao Chenghua said proudly. "We, however, doubt whether you still have the courage and strength to fight Zhang Bin."
"You doubt me? Then what are you doing here?" Turen Xiong retorted angrily.
"Then let me ask you: it’s been several months since Zhang Bin destroyed your cultivation. Why haven’t you taken any action?" Diao Chenghua asked sharply.
"I have been asking a senior from my sect to cripple Zhang Bin, but there are still some minor issues to resolve," Turen Xiong said with murderous intent. "Once my sect’s senior makes a move, Zhang Bin will certainly die."
Turen Xiong’s master was the Sect Leader of the Iron Sword Sect, Han Tie. He had cultivated to the Liquid Transformation Late Stage, making him incredibly powerful and quite famous even within China. However, as a Sect Leader, he couldn’t act rashly, as there were many factors to consider. For instance, he had to worry about what sect, if any, was backing Zhang Bin.
A renegade of the Iron Sword Sect having his cultivation destroyed by Zhang Bin had severely damaged their reputation. Despite this, and Turen Xiong’s desperate pleas for help, Han Tie had not yet agreed to act.
"I see," Diao Chenghua’s face lit up with excitement. "Then let me help you resolve this little problem."
"You have a way to make my sect act?" Turen Xiong asked, taken aback.
"Indeed," Diao Chenghua said with a grim smile. "The reason you haven’t succeeded is that you didn’t offer any benefits, like money. Your Iron Sword Sect isn’t very wealthy, is it? If you offered several tens of millions to subsidize the sect, the problem would naturally be solved."
Turen Xiong’s heart pounded with excitement, but his tone was disdainful. "You make it sound so easy. If I had that kind of money, would I need you to remind me? The problem is, I don’t."
He had indeed received a five-million-yuan reward from Teng Qianzhang, but much of it was spent treating his injuries. After using more to seek aid from his sect, he had little left.
"You don’t need to worry about that," Diao Chenghua said. "Since we’re joining forces, the Diao Clan will cover the costs. We must get rid of Zhang Bin as soon as possible—preferably kill him. Otherwise, he’ll become a wealthy magnate and be able to hire formidable bodyguards."
With that, Diao Chenghua took a package from his backpack. He opened it, revealing a beautiful jade Buddha that exuded an ancient aura. Clearly, it was a historic antique.
"This jade Buddha might not be priceless, but it would easily fetch 50 million at auction," Diao Chenghua said, his expression pained. "Offer this antique to your sect and have them eliminate Zhang Bin."
"Hahaha! Zhang Bin, this time you’re doomed for sure!" Turen Xiong immediately burst into crazed laughter.