Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Inside the train carriage.

Wang Xu sat opposite a man dressed in brocade robes. The carriage was stable, and the curtains were drawn.

"Brother, what should I do when we get there? This is my first time meeting such an important person." Wang Xu was a little nervous.

"Don't say anything when the time comes. I only brought you here to broaden your horizons because I think you have some brains. Don't cause me any trouble," the man in brocade instructed.

"Yes, yes, I must thank you for your guidance, elder brother," Wang Xu said with a smile.

The man spoke in a low voice: "I don't know much about this new leader either. He hasn't shown his face much since he took office. It's mostly his subordinates who have been in charge. I heard he's very young."

"Youth is easy to spend time on."

A glint of light flashed in Wang Xu's eyes as he said:

"Brother, after I met Manager Ma last time, I asked around and found out that Manager Ma likes money. We can't go wrong by giving him more."

"The one who makes the final decision is the hall master. Why are you asking about Steward Ma?" The man frowned.

Wang Xu muttered under his breath, "How could I possibly inquire about the sect leader?"

"Stop being silly. Did you bring what I told you to prepare?"

"I brought it with me, I brought it with me, how could I forget?"

Wang Xu patted the slender brocade box beside him. The cloth on the box had an elegant dark pattern and was made of high-quality materials.

This box contains a landscape painting by a famous artist.

"That's good. I've asked around with my friends, and ordinary things won't catch the eye of this new master, except for calligraphy and painting," the man emphasized.

When Wang Xu thought about the price of the painting, a pang of heartache flashed in his eyes.

This large sum of money came entirely from his own pocket; it was as if he had exchanged this painting for a chance to meet the head of the hall.

The man immediately saw through Wang Xu's thoughts and said, "Short-sighted. Once the contract is renewed, you can earn it back in just a few days. Why are you short of a little money?"

"Yes, elder brother is right."

Wang Xu thought to himself that he must earn back this money double, buying it cheaply from the pearl dealers and selling it at a higher price in the shops.

The carriage moved slowly forward and soon arrived at its destination.

After getting out of the carriage, Wang Xu said to the man in brocade, "Brother, please wait a moment. I'll go to the stable and give you some instructions. I just bought this carriage last month, and the horses were carefully selected. They need to be fed some good fodder."

"Go, go, hurry up and go, you're making such a fuss."

The man in brocade robes urged him on sharply.

Wang Xu, carrying the painting box, jogged over and found a servant. He took out a few copper coins from his pocket and handed them to the servant: "Give the horse the best fodder."

He then turned to his coachman and instructed him, "Keep a close eye on the carriage. If it gets scratched or bumped, you'll be in big trouble."

After saying that, Wang Xu was about to leave.

Just then, Wang Xu caught a glimpse of an old coachman carefully tending to the carriage.

Looking at his back, Wang Xu suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

Take a closer look.

He recognized the old man as his neighbor's rickshaw driver, whose name was... something like Huang.

Wang Xu stepped forward and laughed, "What are you doing here? What, Chen can't afford to hire you anymore, so you're taking on side jobs?"

When Huang San heard someone shout, he turned around and saw that it was Wang Xu. He ignored him, turned his head back, and took out a rag to wipe the carriage.

They treated Wang Xu as if he were invisible.

Wang Xu immediately felt humiliated. He patted the painting box in his hand and said, "Do you know what's in this box? It's enough to buy your life."

Huang San wiped the carriage and muttered, "That's not worth much."

Wang Xu paused for a moment after hearing this, then realized what he meant: "Pah, pah, pah, what are you saying? This is a treasure that is to be given to the hall master. It is more valuable than your life."

Upon hearing the words "Hall Master," Huang San turned his head and chuckled.

"I don't know how much this thing is worth, but the sect leader definitely won't accept it from you."

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Wang Xu roared. "Have you even met the sect leader?! What do you know?!"

"Of course I've seen him. The leader even rode in my car," Huang San immediately retorted.

Wang Xu sneered, completely disbelieving that the old coachman in front of him could have any connection with the hall master.

Just as he was about to retort, a slightly angry, urging voice reached his ears—

"Wang Xu! What are you dawdling over there for?!"

Wang Xu turned his head and saw the man in brocade looking at him with an impatient expression.

He had no choice but to leave in a hurry, cursing Huang San as he went: "Bad luck."

"Here it comes, here it comes."

Wang Xu quickly ran to the man in brocade robes, then, carrying the painting box, followed closely behind him into the courtyard.

As soon as the two entered, members of the gang stepped forward and stopped them for questioning:

"Who goes there? What brings you here?"

The man in brocade robes wore a humble smile and bowed slightly.

"Hero, we have an appointment with the hall master to discuss an important matter concerning the purchase of jewelry. Please inform him of our arrival."

The path to wealth and prosperity is right in front of him, so the man tries his best to keep a low profile, for fear of ruining things.

"It seems there was indeed a mention that someone was coming today. Okay, you all wait here while I go ask."

Just then, Ma Song came out from inside, saw the man in brocade, and waved.

Wang Xu and his companion quickly stepped forward, their attitude respectful: "Manager Ma, where is the Hall Master now? Would he be willing to see us?"

"Come with me."

Ma Song glanced at the two of them and said calmly.

The two were overjoyed, straightened their clothes, and followed Ma Song with light steps.

The group walked down the corridor and finally entered the reception hall. Ma Song gave the two men some instructions:

"You all wait here. I'll go inform the hall master, and he'll be here shortly."

"Yes, yes, we're not in a hurry, not in a hurry."

While the man was talking to Ma Song, Wang Xu stood by with a forced smile, not daring to utter a sound.

Before long, Ma Song returned, and a tall, black-haired young man also entered.

The moment Wang Xu saw the boy clearly, his smile froze on his face, his expression turning to astonishment and confusion, and he couldn't help but exclaim:

"Chen Lang?! What are you doing here?!"

Upon hearing this shout, the smiles on Ma Song's and the man in brocade robes froze.

Ma Song glanced at Chen Feng's expression and, seeing that Chen Feng was completely ignoring Wang Xu, decisively shouted, "Shutting your head! What kind of behavior is this! Call him the Hall Master!"

The man in brocade robes was already regretting bringing Wang Xu along, and quickly tugged at Wang Xu, urging him to lower his head.

Wang Xu bent down in a daze, still not quite coming to his senses.

Chen Feng ignored this little incident and said calmly, "Did Ma Song convey my message to you before?"

The man in brocade robes' expression changed, and he quickly said ingratiatingly, "Yes, yes, that's why I thought I'd come today to have a proper talk with you, to avoid any misunderstandings..."

As he spoke, the man in brocade tugged at Wang Xu, who was still dazed and confused, unaware of why his neighbor had suddenly become the leader of the Canglang Gang.

Seeing that Wang Xu remained motionless, the man in brocade robes angrily snatched the painting box from his hand.

"Master, this is a small token of my appreciation. I hope you will..."

"No need."

Chen Feng didn't linger on the matter for even a second. He raised his hand to stop the man in brocade robes from moving, then turned to signal Ma Song.

Ma Song understood immediately and placed a document on the large table in the reception hall.

"Since you feel there was a misunderstanding with Ma Song, then I'll be clear right here: there was no misunderstanding. If you want to continue cooperating with our Canglang Gang, you'll have to sign a new contract."

Thinking there was still a chance for things to turn around, the man in brocade robes quickly picked up the documents on the table and began to flip through them rapidly.

However, the more he looked, the paler his face became.

This new contract plugs all the loopholes tightly, leaving no room for exploitation, and includes many targeted clauses.

The goal was simply to make them return everything they had exploited from Zhuhu.