Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Ye Yunshu's uncle spoke in a calm tone, without the condescension of an elder, but rather like a peer having a heart-to-heart talk.

"You were specially invited by our Ye family with sincere intentions, yet you turn around and are full of suspicion and defensiveness."

"We wanted to trust you, but we weren't entirely at ease, so we tested you at every turn and pressured you step by step. All of this was due to our poor handling of the situation and our lack of manners, which caused you to suffer."

"I'm here to make my position clear first. What happened today was the fault of the Ye family."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell silent.

Aunt Ye opened her mouth, but ultimately swallowed her words.

Uncle Ye, still furious, remained ashen-faced but dared not utter another word.

The dozen or so people in the room were all watching Chen Mo, waiting for his reaction.

Chen Mo merely flicked the ash from his cigarette with his fingertips, his expression indifferent, remaining silent and neither responding nor showing any appreciation.

They remain silent, neither taking a stand nor making any concessions; the stalemate continues.

Uncle Ye showed no embarrassment. He picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and then slowly began to speak, subtly changing the subject.

"But on the other hand, I hope you can understand the difficulties our Ye family faces."

"The person lying in the inner room is my father, who is over eighty years old. He is very old and seriously ill, and he cannot withstand any disturbance at all."

"If it were you, and a complete stranger suddenly appeared who could claim to cure incurable diseases, would you dare to believe him without hesitation?"

Without waiting for Chen Mo's reply, he continued speaking to himself, his tone sincere and every sentence seemingly reasonable.

"You wouldn't dare, and neither would I."

"That's why we kept asking questions and proceeded with extreme caution. It wasn't directed at you personally, but because we didn't dare gamble with the old man's life."

"You are in your early twenties, without any affiliation or background, yet you possess assets worth hundreds of billions of dollars and unparalleled medical skills, capable of curing all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases."

"To be honest, I've lived for over sixty years and seen countless talented people, but I've never seen a young man like you."

"Anyone would feel uneasy and have doubts if they encountered that situation. Don't you think that makes sense?"

He changed his condescending questioning into an equal heart-to-heart talk, using reason and emotion to apply pressure, and finally gently posed a question, putting the topic in front of Chen Mo.

They wanted Chen Mo to back down gracefully and resolve the impasse.

But after listening, Chen Mo finally spoke calmly.

"Boss, I understand your concerns. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't believe it so easily either."

"But the issue today isn't whether you believe me or not."

"If you have any doubts, you can let me go."

"But you don't trust me, you don't respect me, you forcibly keep me here, and you even mobilized guards to surround me with guns."

Chen Mo's eyes were calm as he took a drag of his cigarette.

"Sir, this isn't seeking medical help; this is kidnapping."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Ye smiled faintly.

"You're right, it was indeed our fault."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, looked at Chen Mo, and spoke in his usual amiable tone.

"Xiao Chen, things have come to this point, let's be frank. Since you're willing to come, it means you have your own ideas."

"The Ye family has already collected most of the medicinal herbs you mentioned before. If you have any other conditions, you can mention them. It's better for us to sit down and discuss it than to remain at an impasse. What do you say?"

Chen Mo looked at him.

This old fox first lowered his stance, seemingly making concessions and voluntarily relinquishing the right to speak, but in reality, he was guiding him to compromise and seek peace.

But Chen Mo saw through it all perfectly.

Everyone in the Ye family looked down on him, this grassroots boy with no background.

They suspected him of having an unclear background and a lowly status, so they arbitrarily suspected him and abused their power to exert pressure.

Since you all say I'm a country bumpkin who likes to abuse power.

Then I will use your power to give me an identity!

There's nothing else to it, I just wanted to disgust the Ye family!

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it between his fingers.

"Alright, the reason I came here is to use the condition of treating Old Master Ye's illness in exchange for Ye Yunshu helping me collect one hundred portions of medicinal herbs."

"But I've changed my mind!"

"The same herbs, but I need three hundred portions!"

"Besides that, I also need an identity."

Aunt Ye frowned, about to speak, when Uncle Ye raised his hand to stop her.

Uncle Ye looked at Chen Mo.

"Three hundred portions of medicinal herbs, that's fine. You said you wanted an identity, what exactly do you want?"

Chen Mo didn't answer directly, but instead threw the question back at me: "You shouldn't ask me that. Doesn't your Ye family look down on me because I'm a country bumpkin with no background and an unclear origin?"

"So I'd like to change my identity now. Otherwise, I feel uncomfortable talking to a group of important people like you, given my lowly status. The weight of this identity depends on your sincerity."

"Furthermore, I'd like to see what status the old man's life is worth in the eyes of your Ye family."

Everyone in the room frowned and stared at Chen Mo. Several young people even tried to speak, but were immediately stopped by Uncle Ye.

Uncle Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, placed the teacup on the coffee table, and remained silent for several seconds.

"Xiao Chen, you're putting me in a difficult position. How about this, the Ye family can arrange a job for you, affiliated with a state-owned enterprise or research institute. A proper, respectable position, and it'll be acceptable. What do you think?"

Chen Mo stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, then took out another one, lit it, and took a drag.

"Boss, your sincerity isn't enough."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down.

"You need to have a significant status. But status isn't something that's given away casually. Each level has its own thresholds, and each department has its own rules. You can't just ask for it and have the Ye family do it."

Chen Mo flicked his cigarette ash and smiled.

"Boss, I can tell you with absolute certainty that I can cure Old Master Ye's illness!"

The Ye family members' eyes lit up when they heard Chen Mo's words!

Uncle Ye thought for a few seconds, then turned to Uncle Ye.

"Second brother, a civilian technical officer, has no real power, doesn't command troops, and isn't on the official payroll. What do you think of that?"

Uncle Ye's face instantly turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"Brother, this kid is clearly asking for an exorbitant price. What are military ranks? They're earned with your life. What makes him think he deserves them? If you ask me, giving him an associate professorship at a research institute would already be giving him a huge favor."

Chen Mo continued to sit with his legs crossed and smoke.

"Look at me, look at me. I'm often looked down upon when I go out because I don't have a decent identity."

Uncle Ye was taken aback by Chen Mo's words and stared at Chen Mo with wide eyes.

Uncle Ye put down his teacup, ignoring Chen Mo's sarcastic remarks.

"Here's the arrangement: a civilian position in the military. No troops, no official quota, but a decent rank and sufficient influence, which meets your requirements. I can also justify this procedurally."

Chen Mo looked at him.

"What level?"

Uncle Ye also looked at him, and the two stared at each other for several seconds.

"Civilian Senior Colonel!"

Uncle Ye's face was grim.

Big brother…

Chen Mo shook his head, smoking a cigarette as he spoke calmly.

"I can help the old man live for another ten years."

P.S.: Thank you so much for all the gifts from Yifei and Yanzu! I wish you all great wealth and prosperity!

One more chapter, it'll be a little later, I'm going home to plant rice seedlings.

It's so hot.