Zhao Yunhai paid a little more attention to the Ji family where the protagonist appeared.
It just so happened that the construction of the Tiangong Group headquarters would take some time, and this period was enough to deal with the Ji family.
Under Zhao Yunhai's guidance, Wang Fan's mood also calmed down.
The Ji family was nothing but passing clouds; the Zhao family was now the most powerful.
He had the backing of the number one aristocratic family in Jiuzhou, Zhao Yunhai, the heir to the Zhao family's patriarch.
What was there to fear?
Ji Changlong was nothing special.
Let me use a little trick to make Ji Changlong run in circles.
Wang Fan's confidence soared instantly, and he said proudly, "Dealing with the Ji family is a piece of cake for me, the master fortune teller."
Seeing Wang Fan regain his confidence, Zhao Yunhai said with satisfaction, "Very good, that's the spirit."
"That's more like it. By joining my Zhao clan, you don't need to worry about whether your actions will cause trouble or offend people."
"You just need to consider if your actions are beneficial to the Zhao clan and to yourself before you do them. That's all."
"No problem," Wang Fan gave an OK gesture, picked up his chopsticks, and transformed into a food enthusiast.
"Leave some for me, I still have work to do later. Why are you eating so much?"
Wang Fan snatched the last fried grasshopper from Si Jinyan, bit into it, and it was crisp and full of protein.
"This plate is mine too. Waiter, another plate of fried grasshoppers."
Wang Fan picked up a plate of fried cicada pupae, put some into the young monk's bowl, and then ate them one by one himself, "Comfortable, so delicious."
"I want to make up for all the things I wanted to eat but couldn't before."
Seeing this, Si Jinyan snorted coldly and put down his chopsticks.
Zhao Yunhai chuckled, "Eat as much as you want, there's plenty. Just order whatever you want to eat."
He wasn't so stingy that he couldn't even let his subordinates eat comfortably.
Wang Fan, who had let himself go, ate while talking about how miserable his past life was.
He couldn't find a job, had no parents, and was an orphan.
He usually handed out flyers and did odd jobs, earning just enough to live and not starve.
He often ate instant noodles, only occasionally treating himself to a meat meal.
"You're so pathetic," Si Jinyan said, "It's different for me. I've been a genius since childhood. When I was in high school, my family valued me, and I became a member of the Zhao clan."
"I've never been troubled by material needs. My parents were well-provided for, we lived in a superior environment, and our quality of life and social status have changed dramatically."
"Now that you're valued by Young Master Yun and have joined the Zhao clan, your life will be like this from now on."
"So, you need to change some of your habits, for example, you can change your clothes. They don't have to be fancy, but the craftsmanship and materials should be good."
"Otherwise, people who don't know you might think you're still living so poorly even after joining the Zhao clan."
Yu Manlou then took out a bank card from his black leather bag. "The PIN is on the back of the card. You'll receive your salary from Tiangong Group every month."
"As for how much, you'll know next month. This card was specifically arranged for you by Young Master Yun."
Wang Fan quickly wiped the dirt from his body and took the bank card with both hands, looking at Young Master Yun with great gratitude.
"No need for thanks. You earn your living with your skills."
Zhao Yunhai popped a peanut into his mouth and downed a glass of wine.
Wu Chen, the young monk, was eating fried cicada pupae and asked Wang Fan curiously in a low voice, "Didn't you say, Benefactor Wang, that you would never work for anyone?"
"Why are you accepting the bank card so quickly?"
"Is this what they call 'pretending to refuse but accepting'?"
Wang Fan gave Wu Chen a dead-eyed stare. If you didn't speak, we'd still be friends.
"Why isn't Benefactor Wang speaking?"
Wu Chen stared at Wang Fan with innocent eyes.
"Little monk, has Young Master Yun given you a salary card too?"
Wang Fan's eyes rolled as he changed the subject.
"Yes, the little monk's salary card is here."
Wu Chen fumbled in an inner pocket inside his monk's robe and pulled out a bank card.
"Good heavens, you got one too!" Wang Fan glared at him. "Besides, I earned this with my skills, so why wouldn't I take it?"
After putting the bank card back into his robe, Wu Chen clasped his hands together.
"The boss said that from now on, this little monk will have no worries about food and clothing, and will no longer be troubled by worldly matters. My worldly worries will be reduced by half."
"Benefactor Wang has too many roots of trouble. This little monk suggests that Benefactor Wang follow me in practicing Buddhism and join my sect, and from then on, there will be no more roots of trouble."
"Stop talking nonsense. I'm going to get married and have a wife."
Wang Fan rolled his eyes, snorted, and turned back to continue eating.
There were now three protagonists who had joined Zhao Yunhai.
One was already the owner of a company, named Li Mingyi.
The other two were Wang Fan and the young monk Wu Chen.
After dinner, Wang Fan returned to the hotel and immediately bid farewell to Young Master Yun, returning to his room to contact Ji Changlong.
Meanwhile, Ji Changlong, somewhere abroad, immediately opened the message from the fortune-telling streamer upon seeing that he had replied.
[Fortune Teller Master: I've figured out where your child is. They are still alive. As for the specific location, I'm still calculating.]
[Dedicated to Jiuzhou: Master, don't worry, I have money. Give me a card, and I'll transfer the money immediately.]
[Fortune Teller Master: Account number for slacking off: xxxxxxxxxx]
Wang Fan typed on the keyboard at lightning speed. The other party was willing to pay more, and a big order was about to be completed.
Although he was a bit of a scammer, business was business. What did their lives and deaths have to do with him?
You pay, I calculate the result. It's purely a business transaction.
Ji Changlong was not short of money and directly transferred fifty million US dollars to the other party. This amount was a drop in the bucket for the Ji clan.
Wang Fan looked at the amount deposited into his bank card on his phone and instinctively swallowed, counting it several times.
"I... I'm rich overnight!" Wang Fan was so excited that he jumped up and down.
However, he immediately calmed down when he thought about how rich Zhao Yunhai was.
Alright, compared to Zhao Yunhai, he was still a pauper.
Wang Fan took a deep breath, sent the information about Ji Wuyi to the other party, and pressed Enter. The transaction was complete.
The information he gave the other party was true, except he omitted the fact that Ji Wuyi had been captured.
[Dedicated to Jiuzhou: Streamer, thank you so much. I will definitely bring my son to thank you personally.]
Ji Changlong thought the streamer was a talent worth recruiting.
When he contacted his son and had him return to the Ji family, he would then find a way to recruit this fortune-telling master under the guise of gratitude.
This would be a great help in dealing with the Zhao clan.
"Someone, immediately contact this number and confirm if this is truly my son."
Ji Changlong shouted towards the door.