Chapter 165 This Madman

Li Banfeng laughed angrily at Pan Dehai: "Old Pan, if I give you the prescription today, can you guarantee that the insect plague will be controlled?"

Pan Dehai sighed and said: "How to use this prescription and where to use it need to be carefully considered.

"No!" Li Banfeng knew that this old guy was still messy. "We don't have time to think long term. We can find medicinal materials, prepare medicines, and kill insects as quickly as possible."

"Nowadays, there are many disputes in Toudao Ridge. There may be inconvenience in the allocation of medicinal materials. We must wait until the disturbance in Toudao Ridge subsides before making any plans."

Toudaoling is the transportation hub of Haichiling. Under normal circumstances, medicinal materials must be distributed through Toudaoling.

But Pan Dehai had special means, why didn't he use them?

"Why don't you allocate medicinal materials to the new land? The local gods everywhere should help."

Pan Dehai shook his head and said: "This is a matter within Haichiling and we should not bother others."

What is this nonsense?

"Didn't you just say that we share the same enemy? Didn't you want to lead the insect plague to other places before? Why don't you want to trouble others now?"

Pan Dehai still shook his head: "It was a helpless move to get all the places to work together. Now that we have countermeasures, we should take a long-term approach."

In fact, Pan Dehai's thinking is very clear and not contradictory at all.

He was very willing to do this to disperse the insect infestation and get everyone into the water together.

He was unwilling to let other local gods intervene in Haichiling.

The insect plague needs to be cured, but the prerequisite is that his position in Haichi Ridge cannot be shaken.

Li Banfeng understood what he was thinking: "If you cherish yourself so much, I won't be able to give you the prescription."

Pan Dehai's face sank: "Hunter, I didn't hear what you just said."

Li Banfeng repeated again: "I won't give you this prescription."

"If you don't give me a prescription, how will you provide relief?"

"I'll go find the salesman. The salesman must have a way to transport the medicinal materials. If you don't want to deal with the insect infestation, I'll find someone to help you deal with it."

Pan Dehai stared at Li Banfeng and said slowly: "Believe it or not, I will prevent you from leaving Haichiling. Believe it or not, I will leave you in Pancake Village!"

Li Banfeng said expressionlessly: "I believe it, you come."

"You are so arrogant." Pan Dehai was angry.

Jiu Gourd was also very nervous.

Why is this little brother crazy?

Why do you keep provoking the Earth God?

She kept rubbing against Li Banfeng, but Li Banfeng ignored her completely.

He is indeed crazy.

Opposite is the strongest being in Haichi Ridge, even if Li Banfeng says a soft word...

If he really spoke softly, he would be dead.

Pan Dehai is best at taking advantage of others' humility, guilt and cowardice.

Jiu Gourd suddenly thought of this and stopped rubbing against Li Banfeng.

This is the correct way to negotiate with Pan Dehai.

This little guy is crazy and he did nothing wrong.

Pan Dehai also slowly calmed down.

Although he was angry, he did not lose his mind.

The cultivation level was invisible, and he really didn't know what level the young man in front of him was.

He could test it. In fact, he could make Li Banfeng lose consciousness with just one look, but he didn't do that.

This man was sent by Lao Yao, and he had a good relationship with the salesman based on his tone.

For him, it's not worth offending Lao Yao, and it's even less worth offending the salesman.

After thinking again and again, Pan Dehai nodded and said: "Okay, I will transport the medicinal materials from a new place and start treating the insects immediately."

"You create a document." Li Banfeng took out a pen and paper.

Lao Pan glanced at the white paper on the table, couldn't help but feel angry, and shouted: "This is the deed paper!"

"It's the deed," Li Banfeng nodded, "Why do you still want to regret it?"

This is a deed paper made from Liu Liangyi's contract. Although it is said to be from Honglian, it may not be of sufficient quality.

No matter whether it is enough or not, let’s talk after you use it.

Pan Dehai was speechless. He made a contract, pressed his fingerprints, and turned to Li Banfeng: "It's not easy for you to come here. I plan to give you a magic weapon as a reward."

Li Banfeng didn't want the magic weapon, but before he could speak, Pan Dehai took out the magic weapon first.

He took out a folding fan, with red bones and white face, more than a foot long, with a faint fragrance of ink.

Pan Dehai said to Li Banfeng: "This fan has been following me for many years and is imbued with the spirit of saintliness. When I hold it in my hand, it is a good weapon for both offense and defense.

The three combinations of over-the-top moves can make the enemy subdued by the aura of holy virtue, and their combat power will be reduced sharply. "

To put it bluntly, it is the most commonly used method of moral cultivation to make opponents feel guilty and hesitate to take action.

A very interesting magic weapon.

"How much is the sharp decrease?"

"It depends on the enemy's level, but also on your own cultivation level, and most importantly, on the depth of your virtue. You can't explain it in just a few words, you still need to understand it yourself."

The so-called depth of virtue depends on the height of your moral position.

"What's the price of this magic weapon?" Li Banfeng has not forgotten this matter.

"You must practice with this precious fan and meditate on holy thoughts for at least three hours every day."

meditation?

Staying in a daze with a fan for three hours every day?

The cost is not big, and it does not conflict with home repair, but Li Banfeng is a little resistant, but this is not the point.

After giving away the magic weapon, Pan Dehai said goodbye and left: "Go back and tell Lao Yao that I have accepted this love."

Li Banfeng did not leave Haichiling, but he still couldn't trust Pan Dehai.

He went back to his home and took ten sets of insecticides.

The record player smelled a strange smell and asked: "Hey, sir, what did you bring back?"

He unfolded the folding fan and saluted the record player: "I am the fan of a sage and virtuous person. I have met my wife."

The voice was from a young man. The record player snorted coldly and said, "It seems that he knows the rules well, but the voice is a little unclear."

Zhe Shan was startled and cleared his throat and said, "It's been cold these two days. I guess he caught a cold."

"Cold? It seems that he really caught a cold. He speaks with such a heavy nasal tone." The lady smiled.

She was reminding Li Banfeng that the sound of this folding fan had an echo.

Why did it echo?

Because there was another mystery in the fan bone.

As Yao Lao said, Pan Dehai's magic weapon may have a recording function. This folding fan is embedded with other things. Li Banfeng can't tell, but it can't escape the lady's ears.

Shan Zi was very nervous and quickly changed the subject and said, "The master's mansion is a different world."

"Not bad," Li Banfeng said with a smile, "I'll take you to see somewhere else."

"Very good." Shan Zi hurriedly agreed. He was just trying to collect more information.

The record player said angrily, "Husband, you still take him to see somewhere else?"

She was worried that Li Banfeng didn't understand her hint.

Li Banfeng really didn't seem to understand.

He took the fan to the outer room: "What do you think?"

"It's amazing, wonderful, the layout is so exquisite, I wonder what the name of the master's mansion is."

"Don't ask the name, come and meet the second wife."

Li Banfeng brought the fan close to Honglian, and Honglian slowly opened its petals.

"What level of magic weapon is this?" Zheshan was very surprised, and wanted to record every detail of Honglian.

Li Banfeng smiled and said: "You will know in a while, A Lian, refine it."

Refine?

Before the fan figured out what Li Banfeng meant, a whirlwind had already blown up in the lotus heart.

Refine means to go back to the furnace and rebuild.

When the fan woke up, it was too late: "Master, why do you treat me like this? I want to serve you wholeheartedly, why do you treat me like this!"

The fan was put into the lotus heart, and the wailing stopped abruptly.

A layer of white mist oozed out of the gourd, but it was more than the sweat just now.

This madman, he is really a madman...

Squeak~

The record player laughed and said, "Don't be afraid, sister, our man is just like this, sometimes I can't figure it out."

Li Banfeng touched the gourd, wiped off her sweat, took the medicine powder and left Suishenju.

He handed the medicine powder to Niu Fuzhi, who thanked him profusely.

"Benefactor, what do you want? As long as we have it, just ask!"

Li Banfeng said, "I really want to ask you for help. You said before that there is a rice soup village that still sells wine. I want to go and see it."

He didn't want to buy wine, he didn't lack wine to drink.

He wanted to see if the village could still hold on.

If Lao Pan refused to help the disaster, he would find a way to help himself.

If Lu Dongjun's side is really effective, it would be even better. No matter who it is, this disaster must be ended as soon as possible.

...

Lu Dongjun came to Jiangyuan Leather Factory, which was originally the property of the Ma family. It accidentally closed down during the insect disaster and now belongs to Lu Dongjun.

Lu Dongjun still pretended to be a thug and entered the manager's office of the leather factory.

The manager was sitting behind his desk, and a song "Taipingchun" was playing on the clockwork record player.

"The night is like the day, the new moon is like a hook, and the four seas are full of joy..."

It was a very auspicious song, but there was no joy on the manager's face.

The leather factory had just opened for two days, and because of the resurgence of insect plague, the manager was considering whether to stop production.

Seeing someone push the door and walk in, the manager was very unhappy and asked: "Who is it? What do you do? So rude?"

Lu Dongjun came to the manager: "I am someone close to the second master, and the second master asked me to collect the bills."

"Collect the bills?" The manager was stunned for a long time.

Lu Dongjun was also prepared. He knew that he could not collect money by just talking, so he took out a document and handed it to the manager: "This is the hand order of our second master."

This was indeed written by Lu Dongjun himself. The manager took it, glanced at it casually, and returned the hand order to Lu Dongjun.

"I don't know where you got this warrant from, but I don't think the second master of the Lu family would write such a thing."

Lu Dongjun glared and said, "You said my warrant is fake?"

The manager smiled and said, "What if it's true? This factory has already belonged to the Shen family. Why are you here to collect debts with Lu Dongjun's warrant?"

"Belonged to the Shen family? Which Shen family?"

The manager frowned and said, "Is this what you should ask? You come to cheat money, but you don't even find out the way in advance. At least you can read more newspapers."

After that, the manager casually threw a newspaper to Lu Dongjun.

There was a news on the second page of the newspaper that Lu Dongjun resold the Jiangyuan Leather Factory to Shen Rongqing, and there was a photo of the two shaking hands.

Shen Rongqing is a woman in her twenties, very pretty, but Lu Dongjun has never seen her.

Where did this photo come from?

When did I shake hands with this woman?

When did I sell the factory to her?

I gave an order to sell only shares, not the factory!

"Where's the contract? Where's the contract for buying the factory?" Lu Dongjun glared at the leather factory manager.

The manager said with a gloomy face: "If you want to make a living, you should have some sense of propriety. You've been exposed, why are you still making a scene? Before I call someone to beat you up, get out of here as far as you can..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Dongjun stepped forward and grabbed the manager's neck: "I asked you where the contract is?"

The manager was speechless, he was a man without cultivation.

Lu Dongjun tried his best to restrain himself, but he still couldn't control his strength and strangled the manager to death.

"Thousands of mountains compete for beauty, hundreds of rivers compete for flow, colorful candles burn high, and Qingping music plays..."

Lu Dongjun didn't listen to the song on the record player. He threw the manager aside and wondered where the contract was.

The contract was not in the factory at all.

In the manager's office, there was a secret compartment, and Lu Dongjun found more than 160 silver dollars in the secret compartment.

This was all Lu Dongjun gained from this trip.

Lu Dongjun threw the silver dollars on the ground, and they fell everywhere.

After a while, he lowered his head and picked them up again.

With little cash on him and unable to withdraw bank checks, Lu Dongjun didn't expect that he would be short of money.

He took the silver dollars and left Jiangyuan Leather Shop.

…

Half an hour later, He Jiaqing, who was lying on the hospital bed, received the news that the manager of Jiangyuan Leather Factory had died.

After hearing the fighting sound at the scene, He Jiaqing determined the identity of the other party.

The nurse had been sitting by the bed, which made He Jiaqing a little embarrassed.

Why is this aunt staring at me today?

I almost forgot that she should wipe my body in a while. She seemed to like this process.

He Jiaqing suddenly opened his eyes, and the nurse suddenly fainted.

He sat up and whispered softly: "Tell my father that Lu Dongjun has been found."

"Where are the other family members?"

"Don't pay attention to them. The only one who really wants Lu Dongjun's life is my father."

PS: Banfeng is of this temperament. Sometimes I can't figure it out.