The next morning, as dawn was breaking, Young Master Lin, who was sleeping soundly in his wife's embrace, was awakened by the sound of a communicator.
Lin Zhan groggily answered the communicator, and a magnetic male voice came through: "I am Ying Zheng, send money quickly."
"If you are Ying Zheng, then I am Di Xin. I have no money."
After hanging up the communicator, Lin Zhan muttered to himself:
"This is like a heifer not giving birth, they dare to scam me. Don't they know I have connections up high?"
On the other side, Ying Zheng stared at the hung-up communicator in bewilderment. He bared his teeth at Zhang Qingxuan, the current Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master Mansion, and two Iron-Eating Beasts beside him and said:
"What does this kid mean by hanging up my communicator? Does my name, Ying Zheng, not carry weight?"
One of the Iron-Eating Beasts nearby, shaking its black and white head, said:
"You fool, that brat is probably sleeping with his woman right now. You shouldn't say you're Ying Zheng, you should say you're Qin Shi Huang."
Ying Zheng, somewhat confused by the dialect-spouting giant panda, said, "Then I'll try again?"
Seeing the two Iron-Eating Beasts nod in agreement, Ying Zheng took out his communicator again and dialed.
"Hello, I am Qin Shi Huang, send money." Ying Zheng said quickly as soon as the communicator was connected.
"Buddy, you've got the wrong number. I'm Yu Longyan. Stop messing around, or I'll find someone to beat you up."
Young Master Lin, once again awakened, said with a sleepy grumpiness.
Looking at the communicator that was hung up again, Ying Zheng cast a doubtful glance at the two Iron-Eating Beasts.
Master Zhang Qingxuan said helplessly:
"Old Ancestor Ying Zheng, why don't you learn your lesson? These two look honest and reliable, but in reality, they are the same kind of people as that Lin kid. They are the type who will do anything but act humanly."
"Don't you remember how these two tricked you? Didn't they always make you take the lead in explosions? Didn't they always get the best food and drink first? Didn't you see that these two have gained a whole circle in weight since they arrived?"
The two Iron-Eating Beasts looked at Zhang Qingxuan maliciously and said:
"Screw you, Zhang Qingxuan, you brat! Don't spout nonsense. I'll smash your skull in."
Zhang Qingxuan said dismissively:
"Don't you two threaten me. The first three generations of Heavenly Masters from my Heavenly Master Mansion are still here. And the metals you eat are all from Lin's. Think carefully, if you dare to embezzle Lin Zhan's resources, he'll make you spit them back out several times over."
"And don't look for backup. The people from the Great Shang dynasty are all lunatics, and with the Yu Long clan, your Iron-Eating Beast tribe alone might not be enough."
"Emperor Huang enfeoffed your Iron-Eating Beast tribe as a national treasure of China, but is that useful against those lunatics from the Great Shang? Even the rare and exotic beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas weren't spared from being stewed and eaten by those people from the Great Shang."
The two Iron-Eating Beasts listened, remembering what their ancestor had said about the little lunatics of the Great Shang, who, due to a misunderstanding, had massacred 72 aquatic tribes, and even Emperor Yao couldn't stop them.
Immediately, they exchanged a terrified glance, narrowed their small, black-eyed eyes, and thought for a moment before saying:
"Forget it. It's just that this boss is more decent. We admit defeat. We still have enough special alloy here to make two missiles."
The two giant pandas, faced with the choice between food and being eaten, had a clear perspective. They not only surrendered but even stopped speaking in their dialect.
Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Qingxuan with curiosity and said:
"Little Zhang, why are you so supportive of that Lin kid? Did you take benefits from him?"
Zhang Qingxuan sighed, looking helpless:
"All five of the most promising disciples of my Heavenly Master Mansion's current generation are working under this brat. And my youngest disciple just got engaged to that Lin girl. How can I not support him?"
Ying Zheng nodded as if he understood, and then said regretfully:
"Alas, the Heavenly Master Mansion, with ten thousand years of heritage, has only these few good-for-nothings as its most promising disciples this generation. It seems the Heavenly Master Mansion is in trouble." Sudanshuwang
Zhang Qingxuan looked at Ying Zheng resentfully, secretly thinking, you old immortal, if I could beat you, I'd surely teach you some manners.
Then, Zhang Qingxuan's eyes lit up and he said:
"Old Ancestor, isn't your descendant with a bit of a mental disorder also under Lin Zhan?"
Ignoring Ying Zheng's angry gaze, Zhang Qingxuan took out his communicator and dialed.
As soon as the communicator rang, the voice of the young Taoist Zhang Haoming came through: "What's wrong, Senior Brother?"
"Haoming, tell that Lin kid that our resources are running out, and isn't it time we got some benefits?" Zhang Qingxuan said with a chuckle to the young Taoist.
The young Taoist nodded and said:
"These are minor matters. Don't worry, Senior Brother. I'll find time to personally deliver them to you elders today or tomorrow. As for benefits, we'll adhere to the highest standards."
The young Taoist thought for a moment and then added:
"Oh, right, Senior Brother, please don't embezzle anything. Ancestor Yu Longyan personally gave the order. Anyone who dares to embezzle will be sent to the Great Shang suicide squad, where each person will be given a wooden stick and sent to confront the main force of the Ten Thousand Races coalition."
Zhang Qingxuan looked at the two trembling Iron-Eating Beasts maliciously, then turned back to Zhang Haoming and said:
"Haoming, who is in charge of logistics now? Who should we approach if we need something? Oh, by the way, Ancestor Ying Zheng just mentioned that you and your senior brothers need to work harder."
"I'm in charge of logistics now, so if Senior Brother lacks anything, just say so. There's no need to embezzle small things."
Then, the young Taoist said with a sly smile:
"As for Ancestor Ying Zheng's words, my senior brothers and I will definitely work hard. Please let him rest assured."
"Also, please tell Ying Zheng that Brother Ying Xuan is quite accomplished now; he can even lead troops. I have appointed Brother Ying Xuan as the commander of the newly formed suicide squad."
Zhang Qingxuan laughed heartily, deeply gratified, and looked at Ying Zheng's bewildered expression, even happier:
"Haoming, don't worry, I will definitely convey it to Ancestor Ying Zheng. Hahaha, alright, remember to send some benefits to Senior Brother."
The young Taoist shook his head as he watched the communicator hang up, saying helplessly:
"Alas, he's old after all, his mind isn't as sharp. What's so funny about this? Doesn't he know that the deputy commander is my eldest senior brother?"
Zhang Haoming sighed again and added, "Alas, it's all about recycling waste anyway, so it can only be like this."