Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Sun Desheng's car drove up to the front of Shihua Hall.

Old Zhao warned, "Mr. Sun, you can't park this car here; it'll cause trouble."

Sun Desheng glanced at him and scoffed, "Ha, what nonsense—"

boom!

The tire blew out.

The car shook violently.

Then there was another cracking sound—the wheel rolled away.

Sun Desheng looked out the window and saw the car wheel rolling toward the roadside, crashing into the flower bed and overturning with a bang.

Before he could react, the car's trunk popped open by itself.

He got out of the car, holding onto the door, and the door had just opened—

Clang.

The car door fell off.

The car window shattered into shards with a crash.

Sun Desheng stood there, staring dumbfounded at the mess on the ground.

Old Zhao slapped his thigh in frustration, "I told you not to stop here. It'll bring bad luck. Look, here we are!"

Sun Desheng could hardly believe what he was seeing.

He had heard of those strange urban legends before, but none of them were as effective as this—it came true the moment he said it.

The driver asked in a low voice, "Mr. Sun, this...?"

……

Deng Youcai had just returned from the mountain and parked his car in an open space when he heard a noise from that direction.

He got out of the car and saw—hey, who is this piece of trash, leaving it here to be scrapped?

Deng Youcai strolled over leisurely and patted the hood of the car: "What are you guys doing here?"

Sun Desheng was still stunned when he heard this, and turned to look at Deng Youcai: "Huh?"

Old Zhao wasn't as naive as him. He greeted Deng Youcai with a smile, "Youcai, it's me."

Deng Youcai exclaimed, "Old Zhao, what brings you here?"

Old Zhao pointed at Sun Desheng: "Our construction site leader came to ask the old lady for advice."

Deng Youcai waved his hand: "The old lady isn't here anymore; I'm the one who's in charge of the clinic now."

Sun Desheng finally came to his senses, waved for the driver to call a tow truck, and turned to look at Deng Youcai.

So young, and dressed like that—a floral cotton-padded jacket open, with a large gold chain around his neck.

I don't really trust them.

He cleared his throat, straightened his suit, and forced a smile: "Young man, when is Grandma Guan available? We're in a bit of a hurry. Money is no object. Name your price, as long as we can get Grandma Guan out."

The tone sounded respectful, but the look in his eyes and the way he acted clearly showed that he didn't take Deng Youcai seriously and had a condescending attitude.

Deng Youcai was immediately displeased upon hearing this, and glanced sideways at Sun Desheng: "Oh, so you don't trust me? If you don't trust me, then leave. What are you showing off here for?"

Old Zhao was caught in a dilemma, rubbing his hands and saying, "You're talented, but... well..."

Deng Youcai turned to look at him: "Old Zhao, take this man back with you. We don't welcome this guy here."

Sun Desheng looked unwell.

He only meant to try his hand at something, but this young man is really disrespectful.

However, he believes that money can make people submit.

He adjusted his expression, smiled, and said, "Deng—you know, what's wrong? Don't be so temperamental. Here's the deal: I'll give you one million, and if you can get that old lady Guan to come and help me with this, I'll give you an extra 100,000. How about that?"

He had calculated the money carefully—if the project went smoothly, he could make at least several million. If the project stopped, he wouldn't get any money.

I'll quote myself one million now, then tell the boss two million, and make a one million profit in no time.

Then we'll deduct a cut from the 100,000 yuan we gave this kid and just give him 10,000 yuan to get rid of him.

Unexpectedly, Deng Youcai ignored him completely and turned to enter the hall.

Sun Desheng was stunned.

Old Zhao glanced at Sun Desheng, a hint of resentment in his eyes—"Why are you acting all high and mighty?"

Sun Desheng was still trying to save face: "I just don't believe he's the only one here?"

Old Zhao sighed: "Mr. Sun, if they say one word, no one in this area will dare to take your job."

Sun Desheng: "..."

Old Zhao tentatively asked, "How about we lower our heads and go ask again?"

Sun Desheng hesitated for a moment: "Then...you go and ask."

Old Zhao was stunned: "Huh? Me?"

Sun Desheng patted him on the shoulder: "As long as this matter is settled, I'll transfer you to the warehouse and make you a warehouse manager."

Old Zhao thought to himself: "A warehouse clerk like me is supposed to offend people? I'm not doing it."

But we need to come up with an explanation, so as not to offend people too much.

He nodded: "Then I'll go and talk to them first."

Sun Desheng nodded, thinking to himself: Even the dumbest person can earn several thousand a month as a warehouse manager, and a slightly smarter person can earn tens of thousands. This project will take at least two or three years, which is hundreds of thousands.

Isn't that enough to keep these country bumpkins working themselves to the bone for me?

……

Old Zhao walked towards the entrance of the hall.

Sun Desheng looked at the completely wrecked car, took out his phone and made a call to the office clerk.

As soon as the call connected, he started yelling: "What kind of used junk truck did you buy?! It got a flat tire after only a short drive, the wheel flew off! The door fell off, and all the windows shattered! What kind of work are you doing?!"

The office clerk on the other end of the phone was completely bewildered—weren't the cars provided by headquarters? What did it have to do with him?

But since his superior had given the order, he could only dispatch a vehicle and had to bite the bullet and ask, "Sir, where are you now? I'll send a car to pick you up right away."

Sun Desheng gave the address and then slammed the phone down.

……

Inside the hall.

Deng Youcai sat in a chair, legs crossed.

Seeing Lao Zhao come in, he snorted, "Hey Lao Zhao, don't bring in those scoundrels. What kind of trash are they?"

Old Zhao smiled ingratiatingly, took out a cigarette and handed it to him: "Youcai, please forgive me. I had no choice; I'm working for someone else."

Deng Youcai took the cigarette: "You didn't come in here to plead for that guy, did you? He handled this matter unfairly, and I won't be involved anymore."

Old Zhao waved his hands repeatedly: "How could that be! I can't stand that guy either. He's good for nothing but sucking up to people, and he acts like a leader all day long. We don't even want to talk to him."

Deng Youcai glanced at him sideways: "So you came in here because you need something?"

Old Zhao rubbed his hands together and chuckled, "Well, it's like this—something happened at our construction site. This matter…"

Deng Youcai interrupted him: "Aren't you still pleading for that guy?"

Old Zhao quickly said, "Youcai, don't be in such a hurry. I'm not helping him. If you agree to help with this, we can go directly to the higher-ups to claim credit and leave this guy out in the cold."

Deng Youcai raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you afraid he'll retaliate against you?"

"I'm not stupid. I just told him that I couldn't get you to come and suggested he find someone else."

Old Zhao chuckled: "When the time comes, we'll ask Manager Ma from our area to put in a good word for us. Manager Ma gets benefits from the big boss, and since I did things for him, won't he give me some kickbacks?"

Deng Youcai chuckled: "Hey, you old rascal, you've learned all this stuff."

Old Zhao sighed, "There's nothing we can do about it. If you don't learn to be smart, you really won't make money. These days, honest people suffer."

Deng Youcai thought for a moment and said, "I haven't agreed to this yet. Let's talk about it when that Manager Ma you mentioned arrives."

Old Zhao nodded repeatedly: "Of course."

……

After Lao Zhao left, Zhang Shuan came over and asked, "Brother Youcai, why didn't those two come back with you?"

Deng Youcai leaned back in his chair: "Ugh, don't even mention it. Guess what their relationship is with Grandpa Cheng?"

Zhang Shuan looked blank: "How would I know?"

Deng Youcai lowered his voice: "Uncle Cheng is Cheng Mo's senior martial uncle."

Zhang Shuan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "What? Isn't Cheng Mo from the Liangyi Temple?"

Deng Youcai nodded: "Hmm."

Zhang Shuan realized, "So... Grandpa Cheng is also a gray immortal from the Liangyi Temple?"

Deng Youcai said, "That's one way to understand it."

Zhang Shuan suddenly clapped his hands: "Hey! Grandpa Cheng must be in a great mood this time."

Deng Youcai joked, "You're in for a treat from now on."

Zhang Shuan grinned foolishly: "Hehe."