Chapter 132 An Exchange Meeting Between the Underworld and the Living World

Lawyer An was holding a cucumber in his hand, munching on it as he walked towards the bookstore. He pushed open the door, glanced around, and only saw Yingying sitting behind the bar playing games with the little monkey. He didn't see Feng Si's figure, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Where's Feng Si?"

"He just went out."

"Where's the boss?"

"He left in the afternoon to give lectures at the elementary school with Lao Zhang. Oh, Lawyer An, what have you been busy with all day?"

Yingying was just asking casually to be friendly and to avoid an awkward atmosphere. In reality, her eyes were still fixed on the screen.

The little monkey pointed at the screen with its finger, constantly "squeaking," as if acting as a strategist offering advice.

"Me? I spent half the day squatting on the ground, attending an exchange meeting for agricultural scientists from the underworld and the living world."

Previously, Zhou Ze had sent Lawyer An to take the boy who bathed Diting to the wax museum to see the plants.

And wouldn't you know it,

Hei Xiaoniu, Deadpool, and that boy, the two groups got together and actually had something to talk about.

Hei Xiaoniu and Deadpool had been farming in the living world, trying to transplant plants from the underworld to the living world for planting;

The boy, on the other hand, was doing the opposite, transplanting plants from the living world to the underworld.

Although they were working in different directions, there was a lot of overlap in their experiences that they could share.

The boy almost forgot that he was a "captive." The three of them squatted on the ground, eagerly chatting about this and that. It really felt like they had met too late.

Lawyer An had no doubt that if news suddenly came that Diting had died unexpectedly, this boy might very well just stay at the wax museum and never leave.

Lawyer An, standing beside them, was almost dying of embarrassment. He heard everything they said clearly, but he didn't understand any of it. Despite this, he was the highest-ranking person in this group, so they would occasionally ask for his opinion and actively interact with him, soliciting his guiding opinions.

Lawyer An could only nod politely and say, "Mmm," "Yes," "I think it's okay," "Not bad," like a table tennis player who had gone to advise on football development.

Right now, that group was still chatting away happily. Fortunately, Lawyer An forcibly steered the topic to the special plant that the boss had asked them to increase the yield of.

The boy was also shocked by that plant, but the conclusion they came to after discussing it was, well…

It's over, it's over.

There's no hope.

It seems he won't be able to complete the boss's task.

It wasn't that he was disappointed about not being able to complete the task. In fact, Lawyer An knew that his boss hadn't had much hope to begin with.

But after this group's explanation, Lawyer An finally understood the significance of that plant. If they could increase its yield, it wasn't just peanuts. Even if you made someone eat sunflower seeds non-stop, as long as they had enough, they could still fill their stomach!

And if they could fill Ying Gou's stomach,

Oh my god,

Good heavens,

Even Pingdeng Wang An felt extremely excited just thinking about it!

But then he deflated like a punctured balloon.

Well,

It seems such a wonderful thing can only remain in imagination.

"I'll make you coffee!"

Yingying finally left the screen and brewed Lawyer An his exclusive Super Cup.

Making coffee for the boss was a matter of course for Yingying, but making coffee for Lawyer An was because those coffee agents were calling to collect payment, which was driving Yingying crazy, so she could only keep asking Lawyer An to deplete the inventory.

"Are you playing Chicken again?"

Lawyer An asked casually, pretending to be knowledgeable about current trends.

In fact, Yingying was older than him; he was the younger one.

"I'm restoring the Han Dynasty."

"Oh." Lawyer An nodded, habitually pretending to understand even though he didn't.

"Forget it, I'll call the boss and report on it so he doesn't keep worrying about it."

Lawyer An took out his phone, dialed Zhou Ze's number, and at the same time picked up the Super Cup and gulped down the coffee.

After putting down the empty cup,

Lawyer An felt that he had taken another solid step towards achieving Jindan perfection! (Golden Core, a stage in cultivation)

Just as he wiped his mouth with a paper towel,

Signaling Yingying to refill his cup,

He heard the boss's voice on the other end of the phone:

"Hello."

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The old man's initially arrogant and then obsequious behavior was very clear, so clear that it felt a little unusual.

Or rather,

Because Lao Dao and An Buqi had been by his side for the past few years,

Under such an atmosphere,

He had gained a lot of ability to distinguish whether the other party was truly sincere or pretending.

However, while you were observing the other party, wasn't the other party also observing you?

Perhaps it was just that he had directly pointed out his "xian nu" (Immortal Slave) identity, prompting him to try to figure out his background in a roundabout way.

However, Boss Zhou didn't have a plan for how to resolve and face the person in front of him.

The other party had attacked Lao Dao, but Lao Dao was still alive and kicking, and nothing had happened, so there wasn't really any deep hatred between them.

But just letting them go so casually, or pretending not to see them and letting them leave Tong City and not bother him, felt a little uneasy.

Most importantly, it felt like a loss.

Boss Zhou was a very lazy person, but he never hid his greed. After all, he was afraid of being poor, so when he saw something suitable, he would bring it into the bookstore. This led to the bookstore's population of people and beasts getting bigger and bigger. If it weren't for Qu Mingming giving Boss Zhou the internet cafe, the bookstore might not have been big enough for everyone to live in.

And for those things that weren't suitable to bring home, he naturally got used to finding ways to squeeze some benefits out of them. Extracting marrow from bones was too extreme, but a little unpaid blood donation wasn't too much to ask, right?

Boss Zhou didn't have much desire to know about "xian" (immortal) matters, and since Tie Hanhan (Iron Head, a nickname) could see their identities at a glance, instead of torturing them or trying to trick them into talking, it would be easier and more convenient to threaten Tie Hanhan to tell him stories before meals, or he wouldn't get to eat.

His index finger, slightly bent, gently scraped at his jaw, which was a thinking habit of Zhou Ze's.

And across from him,

The old man silently moved his butt back a little, leaned back on the sofa again, and put his feet up.

It was a pity he didn't have a cigar, otherwise lighting one would have been perfect, giving off the vibe of a boss in a gangster movie.

Of course,

His stomach was still constantly expanding and contracting, causing the sofa beneath him to stretch along with it.

Boss Zhou shook his head, still not sure what to do.

At this time,

The old man spoke again:

"What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about how to deal with you."

"Well, you really have to think carefully. Anyway, I can't beat you."

Although the old man relaxed his posture, he directly admitted defeat in his words.

"Can't you be more proactive? For example, add something to your survival bid?"

The old man laughed, as if he had heard a big joke, and pointed at Zhou Ze:

"You can see my identity at a glance. What else can I give you?

If that thing wasn't on my head, I could still think about whether I could struggle a bit, but with that thing there, I don't even have the right to flap my wings."

That was a practical thing to say.

Judging from the old woman's reaction, after Lao Dao's talisman suppressed the seal, the power that the old woman displayed was enough, relying on her rich experience and skills, to almost successfully ambush Zhou Ze.

So,

The old man in front of him must be much more powerful than that old woman, otherwise she wouldn't be serving him.

It's a pity that Lao Dao's tradition was one crotch and one talisman a day.

Today's portion had already been used up.

Zhou Ze said helplessly, "Ah, actually, I'm a very friendly person."

As he spoke,

Zhou Ze took out a coin from his pocket,

And said:

"How about this, if it's the side with the writing, I'll let you go, just don't mess around in Tong City. Go somewhere else; I don't want to see you anyway."

"What about the other side?"

"If it's the other side, you won't be able to leave anyway."

"Sounds fair."

"Do you really think it's fair?"

"I'm just a fish on your chopping board. If I can get a 50-50 chance, I can really burn some incense."

At this time,

Zhou Ze's phone rang.

Boss Zhou made an apologetic gesture to the old man, indicating that he needed to answer a call.

Although it was a bit of a torment to wait for the coin toss to decide his fate, the old man still nodded silently and even showed a slight smile.

It's just that there were tentacles extending from the cracks of his smiling mouth, which really didn't have any effect of a smile.

Lao Zhang pursed his lips. He didn't want to stay in this room for another moment. He couldn't sleep at night anyway and had to rely on meditation to rest. Tonight, he might still think of the old man's mouth and tentacles in his mind when he was meditating, and he probably wouldn't be able to calm down.

Lao Dao was facing the door, with one foot outside, smoking a cigarette, ready to run away at any moment.

"Hello."

The caller ID showed Lawyer An.

"Hello, Boss, I have to report something to you."

"What is it?"

"It's about increasing the yield of that plant. They discussed it, and the boy said there is a way."

Zhou Ze became interested and asked directly:

"What way?"

"But this method is as good as saying nothing."

"Tell me quickly." Zhou Ze emphasized his tone.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's like this, Boss. The boy's idea is that if you want to increase the yield, you have to improve the quality of the fertilizer and let the plant grow another layer. This plant is still just a small seedling."

"What kind of fertilizer?"

"He's talking nonsense, saying that this fertilizer is really hard to find, unless you find an immortal to make this fertilizer, it might be possible.

Isn't he just farting!"

"Mmm."

Boss Zhou held his phone,

Nodding silently.

At the same time,

Inadvertently,

With his fingernail,

He scraped off the side of the coin in his hand that had the writing on it.

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