Full-Time Magister: The Ruler of Wind and Rain

On the winding mountain road leading from Bocheng to Xuefeng Mountain Station, a military jeep is bumping along the uneven surface.

This is the car that Wang Yu borrowed from Zhan Kong.

Although transportation has partially resumed, public transport remains suspended, and walking to the places Wang Yu needs to go would be too time-consuming. Furthermore, his spatial ring only has three or four cubic meters of internal space, which is almost full; any spoils he acquires will have to be transported back by vehicle.

The jeep stopped at the entrance to a valley.

Wang Yu jumped out of the car and pulled out a hand-drawn sketch from his spatial ring. It was covered with more than twenty red dots.

This is the first group of traps he set up before the disaster.

As you enter the valley, a strong stench of decay fills the air.

Wang Yu stopped and looked at the scene ahead, raising his eyebrows slightly.

This is practically a small slaughterhouse.

He had previously used the earth magic "Earth Wave" to alter the terrain here, creating numerous quicksand pits and sharp stone forests. Now, these traps are filled with the corpses of demons.

Most of them were one-eyed demon wolves and giant-eyed gorillas, and there were even the remains of a few bone-spiked ferocious wolves.

When the disaster struck, these demons were driven mad by the raging spring and rushed frantically toward Bo City along this shortcut, only to fall headlong into the death trap that Wang Yu had carefully prepared.

"I'm rich." Wang Yu's lips curled into a smile.

He put on a water shield to block out the stench, donned special gloves, and began an extremely tedious but enjoyable "blind box" operation.

The strange bones, fur, and claws of demons are all highly sought-after commodities in the magical materials market. Although many corpses have decomposed, those hard materials remain well-preserved.

Wang Yu's movements were extremely skillful. He used his wind blades to precisely cut open the demon's joints, removing the valuable parts and sorting them into categories, which he then packed into the trunk of the jeep.

A whole day.

Wang Yu drove his jeep around the outskirts of Bo City, clearing out all twenty-odd traps.

When he returned to the safety barrier, not only was the Jeep's trunk packed full, but the back seat and passenger seat were also completely full.

He didn't go to the local shops in Bocheng. Bocheng was in dire need of reconstruction, and the material merchants had either died in the disaster or didn't have much cash on hand, so they would only drive down prices.

He dialed Zhao Manyan's number directly in Shanghai.

"Hey, Lao Zhao."

"Brother Yu! You finally called! I saw on the news that something big happened in Bocheng. When I went to Qingtian Hunting Grounds to look for you, Lingling said you went to Bocheng. I called you several times but couldn't get through. I thought you had hung up!" Zhao Manyan's exaggerated shout came from the other end of the phone.

"Luckily, you survived." Wang Yu smiled. "I want to discuss a business deal with you."

"What business? You're buying materials to refine weapons again? Let me tell you, you've practically emptied my family's material warehouse..."

"It's not buying, it's selling," Wang Yu interrupted him. "I have a batch of demon materials, mainly from demon wolves, and there's a considerable amount. Most of them are servant-level alien bones and pelts, with a small portion being warrior-level materials."

"A large quantity? How large? Dozens of pieces of strange bone?" Zhao Manyan's tone became serious. When it came to business, this second young master of the Zhao family was never ambiguous.

"I filled an entire Jeep."

A gasp came from the other end of the phone.

"Holy crap...you slaughtered all the demons outside Bo City?" Zhao Manyan was shocked. Although demons are large, the most valuable exotic bones on their bodies are usually not very big. The most common exotic bones of the one-eyed demon wolf are claw bones, which are about the size of a pork rib and don't take up much space. But Wang Yu's car is now full of exotic bones temporarily wrapped in demon skins, so you can imagine the quantity.

"Stop talking nonsense, are you going to accept it or not?"

"Yes, of course! Send me the materials list, and I'll arrange for someone to pick up the goods from Bocheng right away. Don't worry about the price; I'll pay you 85% of the market price. I promise I won't rip you off."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yu sent over the list of the strange bones. Soon after, Zhao Manyan and the housekeeper called again.

"Brother Yu, regarding the slave-level alien bones in this batch of yours, we'll buy them at 85% of the recent average market price of 63,000, which is 53,500. That's 1,145 bones, totaling 61,310,000. There are also a dozen or so warrior-level alien bones; we'll assess them after we see the goods and then give you a quote, okay?"

"Okay, transfer 60 million to me first. I'll send this batch of goods to the Hunter Alliance in Bo City, and you can come and pick them up."

Half an hour later, a huge sum of 60 million yuan was deposited into Wang Yu's account.

Looking at the balance on his phone, Wang Yu wasn't particularly excited. This amount of money was astronomical for ordinary people, but for a mage who wanted to go further on the path of magic, it was merely a starting point. He transferred 30 million to Old Man Bao's account; after all, it's easy to borrow again if you repay what you borrow. He transferred the remaining 30 million to an anonymous bank card.

He left his temporary residence and went straight to the military's command tent.

Zhan Kong was sitting behind his desk, looking at a pile of casualty reports, his brows furrowed in a deep knot.

"Military Intelligence Bureau." Wang Yu knocked on the door frame.

Zhan Kong looked up and saw that it was Wang Yu. His tense facial muscles relaxed a little.

"Where have you been these past few days? I thought you went back to Shanghai ahead of schedule."

Wang Yu walked to the desk, pulled out a chair, sat down, and handed over an anonymous black gold bank card.

"What does this mean?" Zhan Kong frowned as he looked at the card.

"There are thirty million in here," Wang Yu said calmly. "I sold the demon materials I collected outside the city these past few days."

Zhan Kong sat bolt upright, staring intently at Wang Yu: "Are you crazy? Thirty million? You single-handedly wiped out several demon tribes outside the city?"

"That's not important." Wang Yu waved his hand. "I'd like to ask you to help supervise the spending of this money."

"What are you going to do?"

"The Qidian Orphanage has collapsed." Wang Yu looked into Zhan Kong's eyes. "The elderly and children are now crammed into resettlement tents. The reconstruction of Bocheng will take a long time. Once the official funds are allocated, they will definitely prioritize building more essential facilities, but I hope they can have a stable place to live as soon as possible."

Zhan Kong fell silent.

"I'm going back to Shanghai to continue my studies soon," Wang Yu said, pushing the bank card towards Zhan Kong. "Please help me supervise the use of this money. I will mobilize the boys in the orphanage to work together to rebuild the orphanage, making it stronger than before. It would be best to have an earth mage reinforce it, but they lack experience and might get scammed by a construction mage. Please keep an eye on things for them."

Zhan Kong looked at the bank card on the table, then at Wang Yu.

He took a deep breath and put the card into the drawer.

"I thank you on behalf of those children," Zhan Kong said, his voice slightly hoarse.

"No need to thank me. This is my home too." Wang Yu stood up. "The future of Bocheng is in the hands of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"Rest assured. As long as I, Zhan Kong, have a breath left, Bo City will never suffer such hardship again." Zhan Kong stood up straight and gave Wang Yu a very solemn military salute.

Wang Yu returned a somewhat awkward military salute, then turned and walked out of the tent.

The sunlight shone on his back, casting a long shadow.

That's the end of the matter in Bocheng.