Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 339 What is Tacit Understanding?

Zhao Fangxu looked at Xia He, his anger instantly dissipating and replaced by a bright smile: "Well, sister-in-law is right, we were supposed to be discussing the Lü family today, but you've steered the conversation off-topic."

He glared at Cheng Mo, then turned and walked back to his seat.

Cheng Mo sat back down, picked up his water glass, and took a sip.

Wang Zizhong sat beside him, looking on with a headache.

These two were arguing like enemies just now, but now they're sitting together like nothing happened. Their relationship is just too complicated.

Lu Huan sat in the chair, looking at Cheng Mo with eyes full of admiration.

She had heard of the chairman of Nadutong; he was a big shot in the world of supernatural beings, someone even her great-grandfather had to give face to.

Unexpectedly, Brother Cheng started arguing like that, and Zhao Fangxu was still smiling after the argument was over.

That's a huge amount of face.

The atmosphere in the office eased.

Zhao Fangxu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked at Cheng Mo: "You need to give me a plan on how to proceed."

Cheng Mo leaned back on the sofa, crossing his legs: "I can handle the initial preparations and arrests regarding the Lü family's matter. However, Lao Zhao, the company must be present during the cleanup."

Zhao Fangxu tapped his fingers twice on the table and nodded: "No problem, I believe you can handle it."

The two exchanged a glance, their understanding unspoken.

Cheng Mo knew perfectly well that Zhao Fangxu's words about not directly interfering in the Lü family's affairs were actually a ploy to get Cheng Mo to take the initiative. Zhao Fangxu's favorite tactic was to delegate tasks that the company couldn't handle, then have outsiders do them, and then clean up the mess later.

Zhao Fangxu knew in his heart that although Cheng Mo argued fiercely with him, he was actually very clear-headed and knew that this was the only way to do things, and that they had to ask Quanxing to handle it.

It just so happens that the Quanxing sect has gained quite a few villains and monsters in recent years, so we should take advantage of that.

Quanxing exists as a dumping ground for the world of supernatural beings. The company needs it to house those uncertainties, but too much garbage needs to be cleaned up, otherwise the overflowing pus will affect the clean streets.

Cheng Mo stood up, patted his trouser leg, and said, "Alright, that's settled then. I'm leaving now."

Zhao Fangxu waved his hand: "Xiao Cheng, be careful."

Cheng Mo waved his hand and led Xia He, Lü Huan, and Wang Zizhong out of the office and out of the Na Du Tong Building.

The sunlight felt warm and comforting on my face.

Cheng Mo reached out and covered his eyes, letting out a long breath.

Xia He took his arm and asked the question that both Lü Huan and Wang Zizhong wanted to ask: "Little Taoist, what exactly did you and Chairman Zhao discuss? Didn't he agree to nothing?"

Wang Zizhong and Lü Huan both pricked up their ears.

Cheng Mo pulled Xia He toward the parking lot, saying as they walked, "Didn't Lao Zhao say that since the Lü family and members of the Ten Elders are involved, it's inconvenient for the company to directly intervene, but this matter must be resolved, so we'll step in."

He turned to look at Wang Zizhong and Lü Huan.

Both of them listened intently.

Cheng Mo continued, "Huanhuan is a member of the Lü family. Uncle Wang and Lü Ci have a personal feud. We were asked by Uncle Wang and Huanhuan to handle this matter. We will then use Quanxing to put Quanxing and the Lü family at odds."

Xia He was taken aback: "How did this get involved with Quanxing again?"

Cheng Mo opened the car door, first helping Lü Huan into the car, and only after Xia He and Wang Zizhong got in did he sit down: "This is what Lao Zhao wants us to do. By bringing Quanxing into the picture, the two sides' forces will be involved on a wide scale, allowing the company to officially intervene."

Xia He started the car and sighed, "Little Taoist priest, how come you've created so many twists and turns in such a short time?"

Cheng Mo scoffed, "It's all Old Zhao's fault. No wonder he can't make any progress in cultivation; he's wasted all his time on these ridiculous things."

Wang Zizhong shook his head, his tone serious: "That's not quite right. Chairman Zhao has made great efforts to maintain stability in the world of supernatural beings."

Lu Huan placed her hands on her knees, her back ramrod straight, her eyes fixed on the rapidly receding street scene outside the window, and murmured, "The adult world is so hard to understand."

Wang Zizhong reached out and ruffled Lü Huan's hair, saying with a smile, "Grandpa doesn't quite understand either; it's just that they're making things too complicated."

Lü Huan turned to look at Wang Zizhong, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Grandpa Zizhong, you should focus on your medical research."

Wang Zizhong laughed heartily, his laughter echoing in the carriage: "Yes, yes, Xiao Huan is right. Grandpa is just a doctor. These complicated matters can be left to Master Cheng."

Cheng Mo turned his head from the passenger seat and winked at Lü Huan: "Huanhuan, don't worry, I'll definitely handle it perfectly for you."

Lü Huan nodded vigorously.

The car drove back to Jishetang, and the group got out.

Cheng Mo let Xia He lead Lü Huan and Wang Zizhong inside first, then stood in the courtyard, took out his phone, and called Zhao Fangxu again.

Beep beep beep—

connected.

"What is it now?" Zhao Fangxu's somewhat helpless voice came through the receiver.

Cheng Mo said with a grin, "Senior brother, of course I have good news for you."

Zhao Fangxu snorted, "How could you possibly be looking for something good? So, what do you want?"

Cheng Mo cleared his throat and began to report the materials: "Five hundred catties of refined steel, two hundred catties of copper, fifty catties of mica, thirty catties of crystal, and some miscellaneous items. I'll send them to your phone."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Zhao Fangxu was exasperated: "Xiao Cheng, what do you need so much stuff for?"

Cheng Mo said matter-of-factly, "Weapon forging? These are all for storing the Lu family's things. You're asking me to handle this, surely you won't even provide this basic logistical support?"

Zhao Fangxu gritted his teeth and forced out a single word: "Give it to me!"

Cheng Mo chuckled: "Okay, I'll wait for your package."

After hanging up the phone, he sent the materials list and went into Jishetang.

The package arrived that evening.

Two vans were parked in front of Jishetang, and more than a dozen porters in work clothes were unloading goods. Large and small cardboard boxes and wooden crates were piled up all over the ground.

Wang Zizhong stood at the door, dumbfounded as he watched the huge express packages being unloaded from the truck.

He turned to look at Cheng Mo, puzzled. "Young Master Cheng, what did you buy?"

Cheng Mo leaned close to Wang Zizhong's ear and whispered, "This is all the logistical support provided by the company. Whether we succeed this time depends on these things."

Wang Zizhong always felt that Cheng Mo was fooling him, but he really didn't understand why Cheng Mo would fool him.

He thought about it for a moment, then decided to stop thinking about it altogether. There was still so much knowledge to learn in the vast ocean of medicine, and he really didn't have time to think about these things. He would just leave it to Master Cheng.

Wang Zizhong patted Cheng Mo on the shoulder: "Okay, you handle it. Just tell me what kind of venue you need. I have a few empty rooms in the backyard of Jishetang."

Cheng Mo's eyes lit up: "Bigger! The bigger the better!"

Wang Zizhong led Cheng Mo through the backyard of Jishetang, pushed open an iron gate, and revealed a large warehouse behind it. The warehouse was at least two hundred square meters, empty, with a cement floor, whitewashed walls, and a few fluorescent lights overhead.

Cheng Mo nodded in satisfaction: "This is it."

He turned and walked back to the door, waving to Xia He and Lü Huan: "Come on, help me move things."

Xia He rolled her eyes, but still walked over, picked up a wooden box in each hand, and walked easily towards the warehouse.

Lü Huan also picked up a cardboard box and followed behind her.

Don't let Lü Huan's young age fool you; she's incredibly strong and recovers her strength remarkably quickly. In just a few trips, she had moved everything into the warehouse.

Cheng Mo left Xia He and Lü Huan in the warehouse and turned to close the iron gate.

With a click, the bolt fell.

The fluorescent lights in the warehouse hummed, casting a cold light on all the materials in the room.