The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

Zhao Wuji looked in the direction the little brat was pointing.

He saw it.

Beside that lush, thriving vegetable field in the distance, a familiar figure was carrying two enormous wooden buckets, walking with faltering steps.

The smell emanating from the wooden barrel was so strong that it could knock someone over from dozens of meters away.

The figure was dressed in patched-up coarse cloth work clothes, with gray hair, a hunched back, and a face full of numbness and exhaustion.

"Heavenly Fiend—"

Zhao Wuji's throat tightened, and his voice became dry and hoarse.

Zhao Tiansha, who was carrying manure, heard someone calling him and slowly raised his head.

When he saw Zhao Wuji's shocked and distorted face, he froze.

The carrying pole in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, spilling the two buckets of fertilizer all over the ground.

"Valley Master—"

Zhao Tiansha's lips trembled, and his cloudy eyes instantly welled up with tears.

He, the dignified Grand Elder of Xuanyao Valley and a half-step Grandmaster, had never suffered such a humiliation.

Zhao Wuji's vision went black, and a surge of blood rushed to his head.

He clutched his chest, staggered back two steps, and found it difficult to breathe.

My chest hurts.

It hurts so much, it feels like it's going to split open.

"Look, your Xuanyao Valley has a pretty good corporate culture."

Chu Chen rode on Zhou Tian's neck, swinging his short legs, and made a crunching sound as he chewed the lollipop in his mouth.

"When the boss arrived, the employees were so excited they couldn't move."

Zhou Tian, ​​ever the astute observer, chimed in, "Master Chen is right! That's called team cohesion! That's how much our Qianlongju employees belong!"

Zhao Wuji almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He pointed at Chu Chen, his finger trembling uncontrollably.

"What...what exactly do you want?!"

"Uncle, don't get agitated, getting angry is bad for your health."

Chu Chen slid off Zhou Tian's neck, walked to Zhao Wuji, and looked up at him.

"Since you've come here to pay your way out of sins, we need to discuss the price."

He gave Zhou a wink.

Zhou Tian immediately pulled a small notebook and a pen from his pocket, looking ready to start working on the spot.

"This old man, and that old man, plus those things in the woodshed, pack them up and take them with you."

Chu Chen counted on his chubby fingers and began to do the math.

"First, give me a truckload of century-old medicinal herbs, regardless of type."

"What?"

Zhao Wuji thought he had misheard.

A truckload?

Does he think elixirs are as common as cabbages?

"Secondly, let's start with ten tons of your Kunlun Mountain's specialty minerals, like extraterrestrial meteorite iron or earth core fire copper, whatever you have."

Zhao Wuji's eye began to twitch.

Ten tons?

Does he want to move the entire Kunlun Mountain empty?

"Thirdly..."

Chu Chen touched his chin, tilted his head and thought for a moment, then grinned, revealing a set of small white teeth.

"Your Xuanyao Valley's entire operating rights for the next fifty years belong to me."

"boom!"

Zhao Wuji's mind went blank.

He couldn't take it any longer.

"This is robbery! You're a bandit!"

His beard and hair stood on end, and the aura of a peak grandmaster erupted, his piercing killing intent sweeping across the entire courtyard.

"Our Xuanyao Valley has a thousand-year history; how dare you, a mere child, humiliate us like this!"

"Noisy."

Chu Chen curled his lip, looking disgusted.

He didn't even bother to lift a finger, he just snapped his fingers lightly.

"Smack."

A crisp sound.

"roar--"

Nine enormous dragon shadows, formed from dense white mist, instantly rose into the air from all directions and hovered above the Hidden Dragon Residence.

The dragon's roar shook the heavens, its power as imposing as a mountain.

Those nine pairs of empty and cold dragon eyes all locked onto Zhao Wuji in the center of the courtyard.

Zhao Wuji's protective inner energy, which he was so proud of, was crushed to dust instantly, like paper, under the pressure of the nine dragon shadows.

A deep-seated fear gripped him, and his legs went weak.

"Thump!"

He slid forward several meters uncontrollably and knelt firmly in front of Chu Chen.

The bluestone slab beneath his knees shattered into a spiderweb on the spot.

There wasn't a sound in the courtyard.

The dozen or so elite disciples of Xuanyao Valley were ashen-faced, trembling all over, and unable to stand steadily.

"bandit?"

Chu Chen took the small notebook from Zhou Tian, ​​walked up to Zhao Wuji, and gently patted his pale face with the notebook.

"Uncle, you can't say that."

Zhao Wuji knelt on the ground, his body covered in cold sweat. Looking at the smiling child in front of him, he felt as if he were facing an ancient god or demon.

He opened his mouth, making a gurgling sound in his throat, but couldn't utter a single word.

"I think the word 'bandit' is too offensive and lacks any technical sophistication."

Even breathing was so soft in the courtyard that it was almost imperceptible.

All eyes were focused on this dramatic scene.

Zhao Wuji's mind was racing, his survival instinct overriding everything else.

He raised his head, forcing a smile that looked worse than a grimace, and his voice trembled.

"No, no, no! Mr. Chu, you've misunderstood! I... I misspoke!"

"This is not robbery, nor is it banditry!"

He looked at Chu Chen with a fawning and ingratiating gaze, like an entrepreneur eager to explain his business plan to investors.

"After thinking about it carefully, I think... this should be called... a strategic acquisition!"

Zhou Tian stumbled and almost fell.

Lin Jianguo's mouth dropped open, and he didn't even notice the cucumber in his hand fall to the ground.

Strategic acquisition?

What kind of insolent and lewd words are these?

Zhao Wuji seemed to have grasped at a lifeline, and his speech became more and more fluent.

"Yes! It's about mergers and acquisitions! Our Xuanyao Valley has recently encountered a small bottleneck in its operations, and we need a large, powerful group like Qianlongju to inject new vitality into our business!"

"The conditions you proposed are not extortion, they are... a financing plan! They demonstrate a far-sighted vision for our future development!"

His face was so sincere, he was practically swearing an oath to the heavens.

"Our Xuanyao Valley is willing to accept a full acquisition by Qianlongju, and will relinquish 100% of its equity!"

He looked at Chu Chen with anticipation and asked, "Chairman Chu... do you think my business plan is... is it alright?"

"Hmm, good attitude."

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction, like a senior official reviewing a task.

He took back the notebook that had been slapping Zhao Wuji's face.

The nine mist dragons in the sky also slowly dissipated.

Zhao Wuji felt the mountain pressing down on him vanish instantly, and he was completely exhausted. He collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"Since it's a merger and acquisition, the procedures should be handled in a more formal manner."

Chu Chen tossed the notebook to Zhou Tian.

"Go and draft a share transfer agreement, and have him sign and affix his seal."

"Alright!" Zhou Tian replied excitedly and ran to get paper and pen.

"And another one." Chu Chen pointed to Zhao Wuji, who was slumped on the ground, and then to Zhao Tiansha, who was still in a daze in the distance.

"As a new shareholder, I am very dissatisfied with your company's current management."

"Personnel changes are effective immediately."

He cleared his throat and announced in a childish voice.

"Former Valley Master Zhao Wuji has been demoted to Honorary Director of the Hidden Dragon Residence Toilet Management Office."

"Former Elder Zhao Tiansha has been promoted to Chief Cleaning Officer of the Toilet Management Office."

"The rest of you from Xuanyao Valley will be incorporated into the Wood-Chopping Brigade and managed by Captain Zhou Tian."

He looked at Zhao Wuji, whose face was ashen, and asked with a smile.

"Director Zhao, do you... have any objections to the company's new arrangements?"

Zhao Wuji's body trembled violently.

He looked at the stinking vegetable patch not far away, then at his "new job" where he would be working, and his vision went black again.

He closed his eyes and squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth.

"No...no objection."

"I...will follow the company's arrangements."

Chu Chen clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"Very good, very energetic."

He tugged at Lin Jianguo's sleeve and looked up at his face.

"Grandpa, the company meeting is over, let's go on a trip."

"Now that Xuanyao Valley is our own property, Director Zhao, why don't you act as our guide and take us to Kunlun Mountain to inspect the branch company's situation firsthand?"