Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

The Zhang family's internal affairs are shrouded in secrecy, with layers upon layers of rules and secrets forming an impenetrable wall. For outsiders, not only is it impossible to intervene, but even a glimpse of it is as difficult as climbing to heaven.

But the commotion outside the Zhang family's residence is worth seeing.

As soon as Hei Xiazi got out of the car, he locked his gaze on Su Wan with a single, precise look. He wore his signature, unsettling "kind" smile, and spoke in a sinister tone.

"My disciple, you've really made something of yourself! You even dare to talk down to your master because he's an old man?"

Su Wan was so frightened that he felt a cold sweat break out on his back. He quickly put on a fawning smile and hurriedly pulled a bulging envelope out of his pocket.

"Master, it's almost Chinese New Year, so I've prepared red envelopes for you in advance, just waiting to show my respect."

At the same time, a soft sneer suddenly rang out from the side.

Xie Yuchen crossed his arms and said sarcastically, "Blind man, he didn't say anything wrong."

Wu Xie chimed in, "Indeed."

Su Wan was surprised to find someone backing her up, so she immediately joined forces with the two of them. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Shen Mingchao, who was quietly watching the show. Almost instinctively, she shoved the red envelope into his hand.

"Huh? For me?"

Shen Mingchao was stunned, looking completely bewildered.

Su Wan nodded vigorously.

It wouldn't be appropriate to give this red envelope to anyone present, but Hei Xiazi wouldn't mind if it were given to Shen Mingchao.

"But... this isn't a good idea..." Shen Mingchao subconsciously shrank back.

This was, after all, money that Su Wanxiao had given to Hei Xiazi. If she took it, what difference would it make from snatching food from a tiger's mouth?

Just thinking about Hei Xiazi's ambiguous smile made her feel like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat, and she didn't want to cause any trouble at all.

So, the two of them put on a classic push-and-pull scene, just like when visiting relatives during Chinese New Year.

Su Wan stuffed the red envelope into her hand: "Here you go. You're Ya Li's sister, which means you're my sister, Su Wan's sister. Giving you a red envelope during the New Year is only right. Take it."

Shen Mingchao quickly waved his hand and stepped back, saying, "No, no, I can't accept that."

Su Wan handed it forward again: "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, come on, take it."

Shen Mingchao shook his head vigorously: "No, I really can't accept this."

After a few minutes of back and forth, a few minutes had passed.

The crowd gradually sensed that something was amiss.

Why are this kid's ears getting redder and redder?

The key is that Su Wan is already fair-skinned, and when she's red, it becomes even more noticeable, making it impossible not to notice her.

What's there to not understand?

This little rascal looks honest and simple, but he's actually very shrewd. He's not giving out red envelopes at all; he's clearly doing something underhanded, secretly trying to get benefits for himself.

The faces of those around him gradually darkened.

Especially black bears.

He always felt like his apprentice was attacking him face-to-face.

Unable to bear it any longer, Hei Xiazi grabbed Su Wan's hoodie and ripped him away. Then, he smiled at Shen Mingchao and said, "If he insists on giving it to you, just take it. Don't worry, I'm not one to fuss over such a small amount of money."

For a fleeting moment, the air seemed to freeze.

The next second, a chorus of doubts arose.

"Um?"

"What?"

"Huh? What did I just hear?"

"How could such words come out of Black Bear's mouth?"

Even Shen Mingchao shuddered, feeling that Hei Xiazi was speaking ironically.

Black Bear doesn't care about money? What a joke. He cares most about money. If anyone dares to shortchange him, his ancestral graves will be dug up overnight.

Facing the scrutinizing gazes of everyone, Hei Xiazi smiled leisurely, then turned around and put his arm around Su Wan's neck, changing the subject: "Second disciple, although I didn't accept your red envelope, it's already commendable that you have this intention. So I've decided to take advantage of your winter break to give you some proper training."

train?

Su Wan felt a chill run down his spine.

These two characters are pronounced "training" and mean "to hone" or "to refine".

He stammered, trying to negotiate, "Master... can I refuse?"

A dangerous smile curved Hei Xiazi's lips: "What do you think?"

"Sigh." Su Wan sighed deeply, completely resigned to his fate.

Thus, Hei Xiazi's exclusive training team was officially established. Besides Su Wan, Qi Qiu was also added. According to Hei Xiazi, they owed the grandfather a favor, and couldn't just watch his grandson be so weak. Training one is training, training two is training a pair.

Qi Qiu refused. He said that knowing the Qi Family Eight Calculations was enough, and that he needed to focus on preparing for the college entrance examination and had no time to practice martial arts, so he told Hei Ye not to worry about it...

Before he could finish speaking, Hei Xiazi grabbed him by the back of his collar with one hand and dragged him away like a chick.

Qi Qiu struggled in vain, her face filled with despair.

But the most heartbreaking part is yet to come.

Shen Mingchao wanted to get some exercise, so he volunteered to join the training group.

As soon as Su Wan and Qi Qiu saw her coming, they were instantly energized, as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They stopped complaining and their eyes shone brightly.

But when they watched as Shen Mingchao easily overtook them, even looping them completely, the two looked at each other and began to question their existence.

Are they... really that weak?

Just as they were feeling bewildered, a white figure darted past them and greeted them in a friendly manner.

Hi~~

"Good luck to you two!"

"San San has surpassed you all!"

The two of them were speechless.

Is this a provocation? This must be a provocation.

Su Wan and Qi Qiu looked at each other, revealing smiles that were more like cries.

Okay, they really are quite weak.

After an unknown amount of time, Qi Qiu, panting with his hands on his knees, indicated that he really couldn't run anymore and that if all else failed, he would make a paper effigy to run in his place.

Seeing this, Su Wan stopped as well. Just as he was about to go over and strike up a conversation, Hei Xiazi grabbed him by the back of his collar: "Slacking off? There are still twenty laps to go. You can only rest after you finish them."

"Master! I really can't run anymore!" Su Wan wailed.

"You have to run even if you can't," Black Bear grinned maliciously. "Second apprentice, I'm doing this for your own good."

Meanwhile, Shen Mingchao had long since completed his task and was having a great time playing with San San at the edge of the field. The two sides presented an extreme contrast.

The training group is now out.

In fact, after Shen Mingchao brought San San into the venue, several other people were eager to try their luck and join in the fun.

However, Hei Xiazi cunningly set up a fee collection point outside the venue, claiming that this was his training camp and that participation would require additional payment, otherwise there was no way to participate.

The price sign was stuck on the ground, with red background and black lettering that clearly stated: "Blackie's Exclusive Training Camp, admission fee is 10,000 per person, no bargaining, cash or QR code payment accepted."

"Ten thousand? This is robbery! Charging for a run?" someone in the crowd muttered.

After hearing this, Hei Xiazi smiled knowingly, turned the sign over, and saw eight large characters written crookedly on it.

[No time-wasters, no credit allowed]

Everyone rolled their eyes and scattered.

With so many entertainment options, who says you have to fall into Hei Xiazi's trap and be a victim of injustice?

Seeing that no one was buying his offer, Black Bear hurriedly started shouting, "Hey, hey, hey—wait a minute! Gentlemen, don't leave yet! The price is negotiable! 20% off! How about 20% off? If not, 30% off! 40% off! If all else fails, 50% off! A 50% off clearance sale at a loss! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

It would have been better if he hadn't said it; the moment he did, the crowd dispersed even faster.

Seeing this, Shen Mingchao suppressed a laugh and, quite appropriately, played some background music next to Hei Xiazi.

I'll let the world scorn me and laugh at me.