Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!
Chapter 64 - 42 [Patron Boss Fang]

Chapter 64: Chapter 42 [Patron Boss Fang]

Chapter Forty-two [Boss Fang]

The proprietress bit her lip, took a deep breath, and cautiously said, "We know it’s wrong to hit people. We came here with sincerity to apologize to Mr. Luo in person. I..."

"Miss, don’t make it hard for me," the clerk sighed, spreading his hands. "Uncle Qing is the boss here. How could I overturn his decisions? If I really brought you in, I don’t know if your issue would be resolved, but I’d definitely get a scolding."

The proprietress looked at the clerk helplessly, understanding that he was honestly speaking the truth.

Chen Yan lightly patted the clerk and whispered, "Brother, we won’t make it difficult for you. But even if your boss said no, he must have mentioned his attitude, right?"

The clerk hesitated, and the proprietress, being a businesswoman, quickly took out a pack of prepared Huazi cigarettes from her trench coat pocket and swiftly stuffed it into the clerk’s hand.

The clerk was stunned, then quickly retracted the hand holding the cigarette pack into his sleeve.

He said slowly, "Uncle Qing is very angry and has a firm attitude. He absolutely refuses to reconcile. This incident made Uncle Qing lose a lot of face, so... he’s determined to make the three who hit him suffer a bit.

You guys better think of another way elsewhere."

Chen Yan raised an eyebrow, "No room for negotiation? We can offer more compensation, pay more for medical expenses and emotional damage."

The clerk initially didn’t want to respond but, considering the pack of cigarettes, looked around and then whispered, "Bro, I’ll be straight with you.

Uncle Qing isn’t short of money. Besides, they weren’t hit hard, with only some minor injuries. How much would medical expenses be?

Do you know what Uncle Qing was doing when he got hit? He was helping someone with feng shui in the mall, and the big boss of that mall was with him.

Then your brothers appeared and beat Uncle Qing up, making him look miserable.

Do you know how much face Uncle Qing lost? It was in front of an important patron!"

Chen Yan immediately understood.

This Luo Qing must have swindled another rich boss somewhere—helping with feng shui?

He must have put on an air of importance.

Then three thugs showed up and beat him up right there.

What would the wealthy patron think?

The mighty image he crafted would crumble instantly.

Not only did he lose face, but he also likely lost money—and perhaps even the business deal.

"No room for negotiation at all?" Chen Yan raised an eyebrow and asked.

"The boss said there’s no room for negotiation." The clerk waved his hand, "Alright, I’ve told you this much; don’t make it hard for me. Leave now."

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The proprietress, though unwilling in her heart, could only leave Luoyun House with Chen Yan.

She walked a few steps on the street with her head down, then looked up at Chen Yan, "Chen Yan, you..."

"Proprietress, you wouldn’t return to beg them again, would you?" Chen Yan shook his head, "It’s useless. That clerk probably said half of what Luo Qing instructed.

Their attitude is clear; going back to beg will do no good."

The proprietress took a deep breath, "But what should I do? I can’t just leave those three alone."

Chen Yan thought for a moment, "I think seeking a direct way won’t work. Go back and think, connections, networks, can you find someone with some influence to mediate? It’s better than being turned away."

The proprietress pondered seriously and thought it was a feasible solution, as there seemed no other options.

"Alright... I’ll go ask around."

Chen Yan sighed with relief, escorted the proprietress to the road beside the commercial street, then suddenly smacked his head, "Ah, Proprietress, lend me fifty yuan for a taxi home, I don’t have money in my card."

The proprietress gave Chen Yan a puzzled look, added him on WeChat on the spot, and transferred him two hundred.

"You should rest too. And...," the proprietress gave him a deep look, "Xiaoyan, you’ve graduated and have a job now. Don’t squander your salary! Keep some money for potential future needs."

Chen Yan cheerfully escorted the proprietress to the roadside and watched her get into a car and leave.

Actually, Chen Yan’s words were just to comfort her and get her to leave.

After seeing her off, Chen Yan turned back into the commercial street, wandered for a while, then entered a few other shops instead of going back to Luoyun House.

He bought a set of brushes, a piece of pine inkstone, and a box of talisman paper. There was no stock of top-grade cinnabar, so he took a slightly inferior one.

He spent nearly ten thousand yuan in total.

Carrying the bag of items, Chen Yan wandered around the commercial street, found a restaurant, and booked a private room.

He ordered a few dishes, and a pot of corn juice, and while eating and drinking, Chen Yan slapped the table.

This can’t go on— the expenses don’t add up.

The proprietress only gave two hundred yuan.

But he spent nearly ten thousand on purchases.

Last time, he helped Lu Sisi and only took a hundred twenty from the little girl while losing tens of thousands himself (paying for the house).

I, Mr. Chen the Benefactor, can’t keep doing such losing business!

Chen Yan gritted his teeth: I need to find a sponsor to reimburse me!!

He picked up his phone and dialed President Fang’s number.

Once connected, Chen Yan smiled, "Boss Fang, how’s your recovery?"

President Fang replied with a joyful laugh, "Ha! Teacher Chen, thank you for your concern. I’m doing well. Everything’s been peaceful, and my health is improving. Your talisman really works wonders. I’ve been steady as a rock these days, not a single problem."

"Hmm." Chen Yan nodded, then softly asked, "Forgetting your illness, your monetary losses, and your broken leg... are you really content with all that?"

"..." Boss Fang remained silent for a few seconds, then spoke solemnly, "Teacher Chen, please hold on."

Boss Fang was in his office, which had been completely cleaned out and all items replaced with new ones. Nothing old remained, not even a piece of paper.

He threw a glance, and Assistant Yan immediately understood, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

"Teacher Chen, do you have any brilliant ideas?" President Fang, resting in his chair, asked with a smile.

Of course, he wasn’t content!

To be clear, Luo Qing’s recent beating was orchestrated by Boss Fang.

Assistant Yan tailed Luo Qing for days, tracking Uncle Qing’s whereabouts.

Then a middleman hired three outsiders from East City University City to teach Luo Qing a lesson.

It was a clean job—the thugs didn’t even know the middleman’s name, and there were no transfer records—just a cash-filled envelope containing ten thousand yuan.

Boss Fang had received the news the day Uncle Qing was beaten.

But... it wasn’t satisfying enough.

He had suffered greatly from being conned!

A serious illness had almost killed him!

He’d lost millions in damaged goods!

And ended up with a broken leg, now in a cast!

The opponent just took a beating, endured some punches and kicks, with nothing more than soft-tissue damage.

Was that enough?

Definitely not!

But taking it further could be risky—he wasn’t a pure gangster.

If a serious injury incident occurred, he feared repercussions.

So his original plan was to periodically find people to beat Luo Qing, scare him every one or two months.

Over a year, ten or so beatings could break anyone down mentally.

If needed, continue the next year.

Slowly, like cutting flesh with a dull blade.

However, Chen Yan’s unexpected call presented a better option.

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President Fang relaxed in his chair, stretched his legs, and then spoke in a deep voice, "Teacher Chen, could you elaborate?"

Chen Yan wouldn’t reveal too much. He smiled, "I can’t say for sure, but I know that good and evil have consequences, and the Heavenly Dao is just.

Some people do bad things, and perhaps the heavens will naturally bring them misfortune or illness.

Sometimes justice may be delayed but never absent.

Don’t you think, President Fang?"

President Fang’s eyes lit up. He picked a cigarette from his desk and lit it up.

"Teacher Chen’s words are true." President Fang said with a smile, "Your words clear my mind.

By the way, Teacher Chen, I have a favor to ask."

Chen Yan smiled, "Please, go ahead."

President Fang cleared his throat and slowly said, "You are living in my house.

Recently, I’ve thought that the house is quite old and might have some issues like leaks or falling bricks. I want to purchase and add some new furnishings and refurbish it.

But you know, it’s year-end, and there’s too much to do! My staff is busy too.

I was thinking, since you’re living there, how about I entrust this task to you?"

Chen Yan chuckled.

President Fang was savvy.

He replied calmly, "What is your budget for the refurbishment?"

President Fang tested the waters, "Do you think twenty thousand would be enough to give it a facelift?"

Chen Yan laughed, "President Fang, your house is a mansion. Spending a little won’t create an effect—it won’t be fitting!"

Apparently, that’s too little.

Fang pondered his losses: illness, wealth, a broken leg...

He frowned, "Forty... Hmm, fifty thousand? Could fifty thousand refurbish it well?"

"That would suffice," Chen Yan nodded immediately.

"However, refurbishing is challenging, and since I’ve taken on this task, Teacher Chen..."

Chen Yan smiled, "I understand! Since I’m handling the refurbishment, if any issues arise, I’ll deal with them accordingly."

"Great!"

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