Wen Wen’s demeanor relaxed, and his gentle aura immediately turned warm like spring.
He nimbly handed over a contract and provided Feng Ruixing with a detailed explanation of its contents, dispelling all his doubts.
This approach was far more enthusiastic than when he dealt with Gong Baoding.
After all, recruiting Gong Baoding was like taking on a subordinate, while recruiting Feng Ruixing was like taking on a god of wealth.
Only after seeing Feng Ruixing sign the contract did he revert to his aloof posture, though inwardly he was grinning like a weasel clutching a hen.
“After signing this contract, you are now part of the containment facility. You must consider the facility more often, understand?”
Feng Ruixing nodded helplessly. From the stark contrast in Wen Wen’s attitude, he understood that he had been tricked and coerced onto the ship.
Among all the candidate containment specialists, Feng Ruixing’s combat ability ranked quite low. Furthermore, he had no troubles that the containment facility needed to resolve, nor did he possess the strength or experience to capture monsters.
Therefore, a simple invitation might not have been accepted.
However, Wen Wen had taken a liking to him the moment he saw him and was determined to recruit him, hence the scare tactic.
He lacked experience, did not understand the world of psychics, and most importantly, he was rich!
Was there anyone more suitable to bear the financial burdens of the containment facility?
Yes, Wen Wen’s eyes were set on his money.
Relying solely on Wen Wen, it would become increasingly difficult to maintain the vast containment facility. Thus, Wen Wen needed a major benefactor, and that benefactor was Feng Ruixing.
After signing the contract, Wen Wen first brought Feng Ruixing’s soul into the containment facility for a handover. Once he received the containment specialist’s pendant, he officially became a new containment specialist.
Wen Wen said with utmost seriousness, “From today onwards, you are a member of the containment facility. You must actively capture monsters and live up to my expectations.”
“Capturing monsters, I’m afraid I can’t,” Feng Ruixing said unconfidently, assessing his combat power.
“If you cannot capture monsters, then you must compensate in other ways.”
With that, Wen Wen sent Feng Ruixing’s soul back and ceased speaking to him.
Returning to his body, Feng Ruixing shivered. He opened his hand and saw a silver badge.
With a sigh, he gave a wry smile and said, “Compensate in other ways… Sigh… Isn’t this just asking for my money?”
However, despite being on the losing end, Feng Ruixing felt a slight sense of relief.
For many years, he had been doing his best to hide his identity as a psychic and lacked any sense of security.
Now, having joined an organization that appeared quite formidable, it could at least offer him some form of protection.
Little did he imagine that the organization’s official members, including himself, numbered only three.
…
After seeing Feng Ruixing off, Wen Wen, holding his key, excitedly opened the room of the second containment specialist.
Upon opening it, he let out the stale air within and discovered that this had once been a female containment specialist’s room.
The room did not contain many books but had a significant amount of gold and silver jewelry. Judging by the style of the jewelry, this person was likely not from Huafu.
Similar to the first room, there were a few items that might have possessed psychic abilities, but they had all lost their characteristics and were no longer valuable.
Furthermore, there were no secret manuals or private items of ancient women’s boudoirs, which Wen Wen had anticipated.
Overall, the room’s greatest value lay in selling antiques. After a cursory inspection revealed nothing useful, Wen Wen immediately began to pack up.
This time, Wen Wen was not reserved. He simply packed up everything in the room that appeared potentially valuable, intending to leave Feng Ruixing with only an empty shell.
After all, Feng Ruixing was not lacking in money.
As he moved a bronze mirror, Wen Wen first took a rag and wiped away the dust. After a few swipes, an aged human face emerged on the bronze mirror.
“Long ages have passed, and finally, someone has reopened my seal. Young man, I shall guide you towards glory!” the face in the mirror proclaimed loftily.
Wen Wen scratched his head and asked, “So, can you speak the Federal Common Tongue?”
“Young foreigner, I am the all-knowing magic mirror and can answer all your questions.”
Wen Wen: “…I don’t understand. What language are you speaking? But it should be some kind of contained item.”
Then, with a snap of his fingers, black chains emerged and bound the magic mirror.
Upon seeing the chains, the magic mirror began to wail tearfully, “Young man, sir, master… Give me a chance, and I can provide you with meticulous service.”
Following this, Wen Wen placed it in the containment warehouse.
“Perhaps it’s a good thing, but without a common language, I can’t use it. Alas… what a pity.”
Wen Wen knew two languages: one was the Old Huafu dialect, and the other was the Federal Common Tongue, which was very similar to the Old Huafu dialect. As for what the mirror was saying, who knew what language that was.
After Wen Wen finished organizing everything, he stored these items together with the remaining antiques from Gong Baoding’s room.
He planned to hand over these antiques and the money obtained from Zhao Jinwu selling antiques to Feng Ruixing once it was returned.
Then, he would have Feng Ruixing manage an industry with this money to cover the containment facility’s normal expenses.
As a detective with integrity, he naturally would not directly ask Feng Ruixing for money.
“One cannot simply make a horse run without letting it eat. It’s not good to have him constantly giving without receiving. That way, he won’t feel a sense of belonging to the containment facility.”
Wen Wen scratched his chin and decided to give Feng Ruixing a little incentive.
Thus, he first purchased a slightly longer short sword, with a blade length of over forty centimeters. He returned to the containment facility and switched into the Disaster Judge form.
Then, he covered the short sword with black energy.
Wen Wen did not know how to forge psychic weapons, but removing impurities from the short sword should at least make it better.
The black energy churned, continuously removing impurities from the short sword while also strengthening the metal’s texture.
When Wen Wen finished, he was somewhat displeased to discover that the steel short sword he had bought had now turned into a fruit knife…
Rubbing his hair, Wen Wen left the place and returned a while later with a pile of daggers.
Before possessing the Rune Daggers, Wen Wen always kept many daggers on hand. After acquiring the Rune Daggers, these daggers were retired, but Wen Wen did not discard them.
He then proceeded to temper all these daggers and, with some effort, fused the tempered metal into the shape of a short sword.
Finally, Wen Wen inscribed an upgraded rune onto this short sword, adjusted its appearance, and a brand-new Rune Short Sword was forged.