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After half an hour.

In front of a steamed bun shop outside the school.

Jia Youcai was wearing his tattered Taoist robe, sitting on a plastic stool with his legs crossed, slurping down a bowl of soy milk.

Sitting opposite him was Chu Sheng, dressed in a lay monk's robe, with three baskets of large meat buns in front of him, which he was wolfing down.

At Chu Sheng's feet.

Er Lengzi, this amazing husky, was squatting on the ground, a big meat bun in his paw, eating it with his mouth full of oil.

Yang Guang originally planned to just grab something to eat at the school.

I never expected to run into them here.

He put his hands in his pockets and strolled over.

He plopped down next to Jia Youcai and unceremoniously reached into the steamer in front of Chu Sheng, grabbed a bun, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Old Jia, Fatty."

"Eating?"

When Jia Youcai saw Yang Guang, he was so frightened that he almost spat out the soy milk in his mouth.

He quickly put down his bowl, his face beaming with a smile: "Hey, brother's here!"

"Eat, eat, eat! Order whatever you want, it's on me today!"

"Boss, two more baskets of meat buns, please!"

Yang Guang glanced at him sideways, chewing on a steamed bun and mumbling, "You old codger know what's good for you."

"Stop talking nonsense, has the split of yesterday's 300,000 been transferred yet?"

Jia Youcai nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes!"

"I went to use the ATM as soon as the bank opened this morning!"

"A full 150,000, not a penny less, it's all been deposited into your account!"

talking.

Jia Youcai took out his phone, opened the transfer record, and respectfully handed it to Yang Guang.

Yang Guang glanced at it casually and nodded in satisfaction.

He then turned to look at Chu Sheng, who was still frantically stuffing buns into his mouth.

He shrugged.

"You fatso, stop eating."

"Where's my commanding lead?"

Chu Sheng quickly swallowed the bun in his mouth, smoothed his chest, and reached into his wide monk's robe.

"Amitabha."

"How could this humble monk dare to neglect the task entrusted to him by Brother Guang!"

Chu Sheng took out a brand-new, unopened phone box and presented it with both hands.

"This morning, before the store even opened, I went and banged on the door."

"The latest model, top-of-the-line!"

"1TB of memory, micro-pump liquid cooling, titanium frame, drop-proof, waterproof, and durable!"

"This humble monk spent over ten thousand silver dollars to buy it!"

Chu Sheng touched his bald head, his face contorted with pain.

But he paid the money willingly, after all, he had gotten 50,000 yuan for free last night.

Yang Guang's eyes lit up instantly.

He snatched the phone box, tore open the packaging film in a few quick movements, and took out the new phone inside.

The black body gleams with a high-end metallic sheen.

It felt incredibly heavy in my hand.

"Not bad, not bad, you fat guy have good taste."

Yang Guang quickly pried the SIM card out of his old, broken phone and inserted it into the new phone.

Press and hold the power button.

The boot animation is incredibly smooth, taking you directly to the main interface in just one second.

Yang Guang couldn't wait to connect to the steamed bun shop's WiFi and quickly downloaded the mobile banking app.

Enter password, then facial recognition.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

The moment the loading circle finishes spinning, the balance page pops up on the screen.

Yang Guang felt completely relieved.

Looking at that long string of zeros, Yang Guang felt a surge of electricity rush from the top of his head to his heels.

Cool!

That was fucking awesome!

This is life!

This is the kind of respect he should have as the last Celestial Master!

With this money, the bride price for getting married is now secured, and the start-up capital for the Yang family to expand their family line has been fully utilized!

"That feels so good!"

Yang Guang let out a long breath, his mouth stretching to his ears, and patted his phone screen.

"From now on, if anyone dares to say I'm a penniless pauper, I'll bury them in money!"

Jia Youcai leaned over and chuckled as he looked at Yang Guang's greedy expression.

"That's right, that's right!"

"You're practically a millionaire now!"

"From now on, this old man will have to rely on you to take me out for soup more often!"

Yang Guang put his phone in his pocket, in a great mood, and waved his hand.

"No problem, no problem."

"Old Jia, you're paying for breakfast today. I'm off to school."

Yang Guang stood up, put his hands in his pockets, whistled, and prepared to walk towards the Third Middle School.

Er Lengzi raised his dog head on the ground and looked at Yang Guang with his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue.

"Woof?"

That look clearly said: You're leaving already?

Where's my dessert?

Yang Guang glanced at it: "What are you barking for? Go hang out with Fatty."

They had only taken a couple of steps.

Yang Guang's phone suddenly rang.

When I took it out, I saw that the caller ID showed it was Yu Zixin calling.

Yang Guang answered the phone and lazily said "hello".

But immediately a clear, yet somewhat anxious, female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yang Guang!"

"Something happened at my dad's grave!"

Upon hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Yang Guang narrowed his eyes, his gaze instantly turning icy cold.

"What did you say?"

Yu Zixin's voice was trembling with tears and panic on the phone: "My dad's grave has been dug up!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang suddenly stood up.

The mischievous, money-grubbing look on his face vanished instantly.

Instead, there was a chilling indifference and a sense of dread.

Damn it!

Should we disturb his old squad leader's grave?

This is practically asking for trouble! They're rushing off to the underworld!

Yang Guang's sudden movement startled Jia Youcai and Chu Sheng, who were sitting at the same table.

These two know Yang Guang too well.

This kid is always unruly; he'll do anything for money.

Now his attitude has changed so suddenly, faster than turning the pages of a book.

Chu Sheng still had half a meat bun in his mouth, his cheeks bulging, and he didn't even dare to chew it.

Jia Youcai's hand holding the soy milk stopped in mid-air, and he swallowed, somewhat stunned.

"Bro, what...what's wrong?"

Jia Youcai asked cautiously, "Is your bank card frozen?"

"Is there still not enough money in my card?"

"Who are you trying to devour alive with that look?"

Yang Guang completely ignored him.

Taking a deep breath and forcibly suppressing the anger rising within him, he said in a low voice into the phone, "We're at the breakfast stall near the Third Middle School gate. Where are you now?"

Yu Zixin's voice trembled: "I...I'm right in front of my dad's grave."

"good!"

"Stay where you are and don't wander off, I'm coming right now!"

Done.

Yang Guang hung up the phone immediately.

He grabbed the faded backpack next to him and slung it over his shoulder.

He has carried this bag with him ever since he returned from the army.

It was filled with his tools of the trade.

A lightning-struck wooden sword, talismans, cinnabar, a compass, and even a few changes of underwear.

The main focus is on speed; work can be done anytime, anywhere.

Yang Guang slung his bag over his shoulder and turned to leave with a cold expression.

Seeing this, Chu Sheng quickly swallowed the bun in his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head from holding it in.

"Brother Guang, what happened?"

"Shall we go fight?"