"I've learned a lot. Thank you, Xingyue. Get well soon."
"Mm, be careful. Oh right, I meant to discuss something important with you, but you interrupted me."
"Go ahead." I was already impatient to arm my Yin soldier team!
"The Mohe Group is, fundamentally, an organization driven by profit. I suggest you try talking to them. If it can be resolved with money, there's no need to resort to violence. After all, it's just a minor conflict. What do you think?" Shen Xingyue offered her advice.
"Hmm, I think that makes sense. I'll try."
"Alright, then I won't bother you further. Good luck. If you face an unavoidable crisis, I believe headquarters won't stand idly by. Lin Xi is with you, after all!" Shen Xingyue reassured me.
"Lin Xi isn't here, but it's fine. I have her contact information," I said. "Okay, I'll hang up now."
After the call, Chen Lu took Shen Xingyue's words to heart, stating that the Chen family could pay a hefty sum to ensure their safety this time.
I felt this matter couldn't be resolved peacefully. If it were just the tunnel battle last time, where we eliminated one of their squads, there might have been room for negotiation. But this time, the Mohe's heir, Song Wenzhi, was humiliated by us. I heard his father is extremely indulgent towards him. Coupled with the tunnel incident, it's a case of old grievances and new ones piling up. I believed the Mohe would absolutely not let this slide.
However, Yaoyao asked Chen Lu, "How much can your family offer?"
"Uh... one or two hundred million, that shouldn't be a problem."
My jaw almost dropped. She said "one or two hundred million" as casually as I might say "ten or twenty thousand yuan"!
Yaoyao turned to me, "I think it's better to prepare for both eventualities. We need to grasp both hands, and both need to be firm!"
"Where did you learn that phrase?" I frowned.
"Xinwen Lianbo (News Broadcast)."
"I'll go tell my dad right away!" Chen Lu ran to the office to find Chen Jianguo. Soon, Chen Jianguo came out with Chen Lu and personally promised me that he could raise one hundred million in cash within two hours, plus some gold, which could be worth about fifty million. However, two hundred million would be too difficult. He asked if this amount would suffice.
"No need for gold, just cash," I said. One hundred million was enough. Any more would make me feel heartache!
"Alright, I'll prepare it immediately. Should they send the money here?" Chen Jianguo asked.
"Yes, right here," I replied. This workshop is good; it can serve as a pre-set battlefield.
After the Chen father and daughter returned to the office, I immediately examined the video on Zheng Bingbing's phone. These were clearly Qing Dynasty soldiers' uniforms, with similar hat-like bamboo hats on their heads. However, instead of "勇" (Yong - Brave) or "兵" (Bing - Soldier) written on their chests, there was a character "查" (Cha). I didn't know what it meant or how to pronounce it—it's a polyphonic character.
Their weapons were also peculiar. They weren't demon blades or spears, but something resembling a lasso, a long pole with a rope loop at the end.
"I recognize this, it's a Soul Snatcher," Yaoyao said. It's a magical artifact used by Yin Messengers, not Yin Soldiers.
"Those seen by Shakespeare's people must be Yin Soldiers assisting Yin Messengers, so they would be using Yin Messenger artifacts. Their real weapons are probably not these."
"It's a five-pronged fork," a voice came from behind.
I turned to see the Tiger Demon. She held her phone up to me, showing a shape similar to a fork for instant noodles, pure white. "I just asked my brother. He's also seen Yin Soldiers."
"Is this the shape?" I quickly confirmed.
The Tiger Demon nodded. "Indeed. Later Qing Dynasty soldiers' attire. Because the underworld also experiences dynastic changes, but their technological level is far behind our mortal world, they are currently equivalent to our Qing Dynasty era."
"Then it's manageable!"
"Chen Feng, what do you plan to do?" Yaoyao asked.