One person: Longhushan security guard, stopped the Ten Elders until they cried!

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The headquarters building of Nadutong.

Xu Si, sporting dark circles under his eyes and wearing flip-flops, strolled slowly down the corridor.

He had just rushed over from Tianjin Port overnight and hadn't even had breakfast.

My mind is filled with the WeChat message I received half an hour ago.

I currently possess eighteen protective magical artifacts, two 'light swords' that can be activated using Qi, and a pair of slippers that allow me to walk silently…

You need to make a decision quickly. If I don't receive a positive response within twelve hours, I will contact the next buyer.

Xu Si was squatting on the toilet when he saw the message, and once again experienced the thrill of burning his leg with a cigarette butt!

Eighteen protective magical artifacts!

This grandson not only improved his life cultivation... but also developed a talent for weapon crafting after going down the mountain?

Otherwise, where would we get so many "hot items"?

If this were fully equipped for his employees in the North China region...

From now on, when we go out on missions, won't we be able to walk sideways without fear?

Unfortunately, this shipment was too large!

Xu Si couldn't afford it at all if he paid for it out of his own pocket.

I guess I'll have to take advantage of the company's policies...

As he approached the chairman's office, Xu Si took a deep breath and put on a pained expression.

Knock knock knock…

There was a two-second silence inside the door, followed by Zhao Fangxu's calm voice:

"Come in."

Click.

The door was pushed open.

Zhao Fangxu, who had just brewed himself a pot of Qimen black tea, thought that the person who would come in would be the pragmatic Bi Youlong, or the "brainless" Huang Boren.

Unexpectedly... it's actually the fourth son of the Xu family?

This kid never comes to the temple without a reason...

"Chairman Zhao!" Xu Si greeted him casually, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Little Si, have a seat."

Zhao Fangxu took two teacups and filled each with tea:

"The meeting is still half an hour away, why are you here so early?"

"Oh, Chairman Zhao, I'm so heartbroken!"

Xu Si pulled out a chair and plopped down in it.

He pulled a document from under his arm and slammed it on the table with a 'thud'.

"This is the complete list of casualties in my North China region since the [713 Zhang Xilin grave-digging incident]. Please take a look."

Zhao Fangxu glanced at the document and frowned slightly.

"Xiao Si, this time, the decision to have all the temporary workers work together was made collectively by the six directors of the company. It's not something I can change on my own..."

Xu Si waved his hands repeatedly: "That's not what I meant!"

"So what do you mean?"

Zhao Fangxu picked up his teacup, looking suspicious.

What do you mean?

What else could your Xu family do besides three generations of grandfathers and grandsons, taking care of that unkempt "baby"?

Do you really think I, the chairman, know nothing?

Thinking this to himself, Zhao Fangxu didn't expose the truth, but instead went along with the other person's words:

"The North China region is teeming with talent; even Zhang Chulan, who won first place in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, has joined your ranks... What more could you ask for?"

"Don't even mention Zhang Chulan! His presence only caused a lot of trouble!"

Xu Si, with a serious expression, reached out and tapped the document on the table, looking heartbroken.

"Chairman Zhao, I'm serious!"

Things have been getting increasingly turbulent lately. My men are spending more time in the hospital than at work. It breaks my heart!

Zhao Fangxu leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped in front of him:

"Oh? Then, in your opinion, how can we reduce casualties?"

Go ahead and act.

There are still 25 minutes until the meeting starts. I'd like to see how long you're going to keep this up.

Zhao Fangxu calmly sipped his tea, preparing to thoroughly enjoy his subordinate's performance.

As it turned out, the other person's next sentence really piqued his interest...

"A magical artifact!"

Xu Si narrowed his eyes, his true intentions revealed: "A protective magical artifact!"

"My suggestion is that the company should upgrade its equipment..."

"Look, if each region could be equipped with a few protective magical artifacts, wouldn't it be much safer when carrying out special missions?"

He became more and more animated as he spoke, then suddenly revealed a pained and distressed expression:

"Take my dad for example! If he hadn't suffered fewer injuries when he was young, he could have lived a few more years..."

"Alright, alright..."

Zhao Fangxu pinched the bridge of his nose and hurriedly interrupted.

Why did we end up bringing up Lao Xu all of a sudden?

No matter what the other person wanted to say, he had no interest in listening anymore.

"Little Four, do you know how many weapon refiners are currently registered?"

Before Xu Si could answer, Zhao Fangxu stretched out his chubby hand and showed five fingers.

Five.

"Actually, there were originally seven... but a month ago, two of them were killed by a security guard from Longhu Mountain who wishes to remain anonymous, in his 'demon-slaying' ritual. Now there are only five left..."

Xu Si's lips twitched.

Zhao Fangxu counted on his fingers, reciting the names as if they were his own treasures.

"I can tell you definitively that there is one in the Tang Clan... but his/her specific identity is unknown."

There's one in the World Society, but his skills aren't great... Even though Feng Zhenghao poured a lot of money into it, he didn't produce anything decent. The Wang family of the Ten Elders has one...

"There are two left... I can't disclose that information yet."

He paused, a sharp arc of light reflecting off his glasses.

"So, do you know how much a mid-grade protective magic artifact that can withstand continuous fire from a submachine gun would cost?"

Xu Si stroked his chin, deliberately remaining silent.

Zhao Fangxu slammed his fist on the table:

"Starting at 700,000!"

"It's still a case of high price but no market!"

Zhao Fangxu snorted coldly and sighed:

"Do you think I don't want fewer casualties among my brothers when they're on missions? The compensation alone is a considerable expense every year!"

"But, equipping each region with a few items... that's easier said than done! Even if I were willing to spend the money, I couldn't find a seller!"

He figured it out.

Xiao Xu Si came to negotiate terms, hoping to get the temporary workers from North China to withdraw from this mission.

That girl has many secrets and doesn't want to show her face in public... I can understand that.

But not this time!

Unexpectedly, Xu Si was not discouraged after hearing this; instead, a sly smile of triumph appeared on his face.

"So..."

"If there's an affordable price, good quality, and guaranteed quantity... Mr. Zhao, for the safety of your men, you'll definitely buy it, right?"

Upon seeing that smile, Zhao Fangxu's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine!

What mischief is this kid up to?

Did I... exaggerate too much?

"What exactly are you trying to say? Get straight to the point, stop beating around the bush." ​​Zhao Fangxu's face darkened.

Xu Si leaned forward and lowered his voice:

"I have a batch of 'goods' here, and the seller is in a hurry to sell..."

The more Zhao Fangxu listened, the more uneasy he felt.

What kind of inhuman and lewd words are these?

Xu Si's next words sent a chill down Zhao Fangxu's spine, even though he was used to seeing the world!

"According to a seller who wished to remain anonymous... he currently has eighteen protective magical artifacts he wants to sell..."

Eighteen items!

Zhao Fangxu's eyes widened; he almost thought he was hallucinating!

Lock those five weapon refiners up and make them work day and night, but they still can't forge eighteen protective magic weapons in a year!

"One item... 300,000!" Xu Si revealed his trump card.

"fart!"

Zhao Fangxu slammed his fist on the solid wood table!

The teacup trembled violently, and the scalding tea overflowed, spilling onto the back of his hand, but he was completely unaware.

"Get out! I'm not in the mood to listen to your nonsense!"

Are you kidding me?

Protective magical artifacts, 300,000 each?

Eighteen items?

Do you really think I, Old Zhao, am senile?

As a result, Xu Si not only did not back down, but instead placed his hands on the table and spoke with absolute certainty:

"It's true! Chairman Zhao...it's absolutely true!"

However, they have one condition: 300,000... is the wholesale price, not sold individually!

Wholesale in bulk?!

Seeing Xu Si's confident demeanor, even though he still found it unbelievable, Zhao Fangxu was already 60% convinced.

Although Xu Si is usually unreliable, no one would dare to make fun of him on such an important matter...

But who exactly is this person with such a grand scheme?

Zhao Fangxu was about to grab a teacup, pretending to drink water to hide his surprise.

My hand was halfway out when it suddenly froze in mid-air!

and many more…

He just said…

A seller who wishes to remain anonymous?

Did I just use that term on someone?

Zhao Fangxu pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a glint of light flashed in the lenses.

"Tell me more, let's make a plan..."