On the other side.
Shouer University.
Compared to the low pressure at the Blasphemy Association, Zhang Wei's side was in high spirits. He had returned from the Blasphemy Association and obtained a half-step Zhenguo level magical artifact.
As soon as he returned.
Zhang Chao and the others, who had been waiting at the university, rushed to greet him. Not only Zhang Chao, Wunian, and Lu Lianxue, but also some Great Xia ghost exorcists who had come to "steal the country" also heard the news and came to witness Zhang Wei's glory and see his half-step Zhenguo level magical artifact.
"Quick, quick, Zhang Wei, show us the half-step Zhenguo level magical artifact. I've never seen one before. Although my father has one, he doesn't let me see it and guards it more preciously than anyone."
Zhang Chao rubbed his hands, his eyes almost shining.
Even Wunian was curious, clasping his hands together and leaning forward:
"Amitabha, Zhang Wei, let this humble monk witness the half-step Zhenguo level magical artifact. This humble monk has never seen one either."
Lu Lianxue blinked her eyes:
"I want to see it too."
When the others heard them, they also joined in the clamor to see.
Seeing this.
Zhang Wei was not stingy. He took down a backpack-like box from behind his back and took out a fan-shaped magical artifact.
The fan was very old, like the white feather fan in the hands of the ancient celebrity Zhuge Liang, but the feathers had turned yellow, looking tattered and covered in dust, giving it a sense of age. The fan ribs were as white as jade, as if made of white jade.
"This broken fan is a half-step Zhenguo level magical artifact? Zhang Wei, you weren't swindled, were you? Damn it, 'stealing the country' is too disgusting, giving us a broken fan to get rid of us."
Zhang Chao looked at the fan with some disdain.
At this moment.
Wunian, being knowledgeable, recognized the origin of the fan and said directly:
"Amitabha, Zhang Chao, this fan is indeed broken, but Zhang Wei was not swindled. It is indeed a half-step Zhenguo level magical artifact. If this humble monk remembers correctly, this should be from hundreds of years ago when 'stealing the country' was still a vassal state of our Great Xia. At that time, 'stealing the country' was still the Goryeo Dynasty, and Great Xia lent a half-step Zhenguo level magical artifact to 'stealing the country' to protect it from ghost disturbances."
"However, before it could be returned, Great Xia's dynasty changed, and this matter was forgotten. 'Stealing the country' then claimed this as their own."
As he spoke.
Zhang Chao was stunned for a moment, his expression of disdain changed to one of shining eyes and a smile:
"Holy cow, good stuff, awesome. But this little West Eight is quite something. They gave what rightfully belonged to us to Zhang Wei, isn't that like giving away our things? It's just returning it to its rightful owner. This is quite a calculation for little West Eight."
The others also chimed in:
"Mr. Zhang Chao is right. I said it, the Blasphemy Association would definitely not be willing to give it away for free."
"The Blasphemy Association doesn't want Zhang Wei to benefit. How disgusting. Zhang Wei helped them solve a big problem."
"Although they couldn't get the item back, and it was nominally given to Mr. Zhang Wei as a half-step Zhenguo level magical artifact, they just gave it to Zhang Wei in their name. This is outrageous."
Wunian also clasped his hands together and complained, which was rare:
"Amitabha, this humble monk heard from elders that Great Xia has been asking 'stealing the country' for this fan in recent years, but 'stealing the country' always has various excuses. Alas, let's look at the bright side. At least Zhang Wei brought back something that belongs to Great Xia."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
At this moment.
Zhang Wei looked at the fan in his hand and said:
"Are they trying to take advantage of me? Are they subtly fleecing me?"
As he spoke.
Zhang Chao, Wunian, and Lu Lianxue all noticed Zhang Wei's smiling expression and exchanged glances.
"Hey, Zhang Wei, what bad idea are you cooking up again?"
While everyone was talking, Zhang Chao pulled Zhang Wei aside and asked with a grin.
He was very familiar with Zhang Wei's actions. That smile, in his opinion, meant 'when Zhang Wei smiles, someone is bound to hang themselves'.
Thinking of this.
Looking at Zhang Wei's smile, which was almost a grin, Zhang Chao felt that it wasn't just someone who was going to hang themselves, but at least their whole family would die?
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not thinking of any bad ideas."
Zhang Wei replied, then added:
"I'm just thinking that the president of the Blasphemy Association fulfilled his promise and gave me a half-step Zhenguo level magical artifact. What a good person! We should promote him, let everyone know the president, remember the president. Am I right, Zhang Chao?"
After he spoke.
Zhang Chao, standing beside him, was certain that Zhang Wei was going to cause trouble. Although he didn't know what he was going to do, he was definitely going to retaliate. He couldn't help but grin and reply:
"Indeed, we should repay him well. This is a great kindness. Am I right, Wunian?"
Wunian glanced sideways at them. Feeling the gazes of Zhang Wei and Zhang Chao, he finally murmured in his heart, 'May Buddha forgive this humble monk,' and then clasped his hands together and said:
"Amitabha, this humble monk thinks Zhang Chao is right. We should indeed repay the president's kindness, and repay it fiercely, so that the president will remember us. I think Buddha in the West also thinks so."
As he spoke.
Zhang Chao and the other two exchanged smiles.
Afterward.
To celebrate Zhang Wei, Zhang Chao treated everyone present to drinks:
"Let's go, let's not think about these things for now. At least you solved the missing person case, and your international reputation is now shining. Our 'Super Wunian' trio is also benefiting. Let's go for drinks to celebrate! And watch some football. I heard the World Cup is quite exciting lately. Let's watch the game and drink."
"I think you just want to watch the game yourself. Come on, did you bet on it?"
Zhang Wei said with a smile and checked his phone. There was a game on right now, 'Wales' vs 'Iran'.
Wunian also clasped his hands together at the right time and said:
"Amitabha, this humble monk saw Zhang Chao betting this morning. It seems he bet on the score, 0-0, 1-0, 0-1."
With Wunian exposing him, Zhang Chao shamelessly said:
"This is called celebrating and watching the game at the same time, killing two birds with one stone, a reasonable arrangement. Don't talk about it, let's go watch the game quickly. No, let's celebrate."
Immediately after.
Zhang Wei and their large group set off, preparing to go to a restaurant where they could watch the game.
On the way.
Out of curiosity, Lu Lianxue tugged at Zhang Wei's sleeve.
"What's wrong? Oh, I forgot, Xiao Xue, you probably don't like watching football, as it's mostly liked by boys."
Zhang Wei, who was considering whether to follow Zhang Chao and bet a little, thinking 'bet against the popular choice, and you'll live in a villa by the sea,' turned his head to look.
Lu Lianxue shook her head:
"No, Zhang Wei, I wanted to ask you, how do you plan to retaliate against the president? His strength is not weak, much stronger than Jin Zhenghe. He is an established half-step Zhenguo level expert, and currently the most likely person in 'stealing the country' to achieve Zhenguo level."
Clearly, Lu Lianxue was worried about Zhang Wei, fearing that if Zhang Wei's retaliation failed, he would be retaliated against by the president.
Zhang Wei heard this and rubbed Lu Lianxue's head:
"Don't worry, the president won't discover my retaliation, and he won't be able to do anything about it. You'll know tonight."
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