Chapter 80 Should I thank them?

Chu Mansion, Secret Room

This was the first time Chu Wujiang met Mr. Ba in the antique circle.

The last time we saw his body, we only saw his corpse. He had it sent to Ghost Crying Ridge for burial.

Unexpectedly, after a few days, the other party came back to life.

It turned out to be a trick of replacing the prince with a cat.

Chu Wujiang looked at the other party carefully, and when he saw that Ba Cheng was a little frightened, he spoke:
"If I'm not wrong."

"Mr. Ba probably didn't tell Fengyu Tower that the Hundred Ghosts Painting was a fake."

"Do you want to use this contribution as a trade-off to resolve the hatred?"

Chu Wujiang was very skilled in making counterfeits, but after all, he did not use enough luck points and had not formed the luck of the Tao.

Such a fake is enough to fool "ordinary people" like Mingxin Jushi, and the masters in major antique shops are unable to identify the authenticity.

But for Mr. Ba, who possesses golden eyes and is the best in the Longzhou antique circle, it is impossible to hide it.

Chu Wujiang dared to defraud Fengyu Tower in this way because he thought it was unlikely that Longzhou had a second golden eye. He just had to keep it a secret until the Ghost Festival was over.

Even if it was really discovered, without an authoritative figure like Mr. Ba to identify it, the Chu family could still deny it.

Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the worse, and the Eighth Master was alive and had rebelled.

Ba Cheng let out a long breath and bowed quickly:

"Your Excellency is wise."

"I did find a flaw. Although the luck is very strong, it shows signs of burning. This doesn't look like the luck that can seal the Ghost King of Misfortune."

"What's more, the Ghost King of Doom has been trying every possible way to corrupt the scroll, but there is nothing unusual on this scroll."

"So I concluded that it was a fake, but the owner of the restaurant knew nothing about it because I kept it a secret and wanted to make a deal with you."

Chu Wujiang nodded and said:

"Mr. Ba is really bold. He is not afraid of Chu killing him to silence him."

Ba Cheng smiled bitterly:
"I still have a few friends."

The subtext is that as long as I am killed to silence me, Mr. Mingxin will soon know that this picture of a hundred ghosts is fake.

"Moreover, I believe that you are magnanimous and would employ and recruit even a person like Manager Chen. You would not do such a thing as burning the piano and cooking the crane."

I am very valuable and can be your spy in Fengyu Tower. It would be a shame to kill me.

Chu Wujiang chuckled:
"Mr. Ba is indeed a talented person."

"The grudge between us is really nothing. Mr. Ba is just a worker. Chu can forget about the past."

Anyway, Fengyu Tower has started to pay compensation. If I want your life, I can just tell Fengyu Tower that you are a traitor.

Ba Cheng was obviously relieved, but Chu Wujiang added:
"It's just that Chu doesn't understand. Fengyu Tower didn't treat you badly, so why did you rebel?"

The Chu family wanted to send people to capture the Eighth Master, but Fengyu Tower simply replaced the prince with a cat. Even Manager Chen couldn't tell the real one from the fake. This was much more attentive than the Zhenhai Marquis Mansion.

Of course, Chu Zhiyuan is a blood relative, so he can't hide it even if he wants to. Unlike the Eighth Master who lives a reclusive life, he naturally has a chance to get away with it.

So you have to give me a reason to rebel.

Otherwise, I won’t be able to believe you, and may even suspect that you came to the Chu Mansion as a spy.

When Ba Cheng heard this, he showed a clear look of anger. His old face twitched twice, and he suppressed his anger and said:
“Feng Yu Lou didn’t treat me unfairly, haha!”

"I am just a dog to them!"

Chu Wujiang became interested and extended his hand to invite:

"Sir, please try to explain it."

Ba Cheng immediately pointed to his own eyes, and those already somewhat cloudy eyeballs emitted a golden light.

The old butler was guarding on the side and immediately activated the Ice Soul Cold Eyes. Even though the other party was only at the great success of body forging and not even at the Yuantai realm, there are always surprises in the world.

Ba Cheng quickly closed his golden pupils and explained:

"My Lord, you can see my eyes, a pair of golden pupils."

"In the past twenty years, I have earned an unknown amount of silver for Fengyu Tower, two million taels or three million taels."

"But how much did they give to the villain?"

Chu Wujiang asked at the right time:
"How many?"

Ba Cheng gritted his teeth and said:
"Only three hundred taels per year!"

Three hundred taels of silver is undoubtedly a huge sum of money for an ordinary person.

The farmers were eating their fill in the fields, the dock workers were carrying sacks, and their total income for the year was only 3 to 5 taels of silver.

Ba Cheng's annual salary is almost a hundred times that of an ordinary person, and he is considered a high-income earner among the citizens of Longcheng.

But he is not an ordinary person. He has golden eyes, one of the easiest talents to make money. Even if he just casually buys and sells, he can make more than this amount.

At least when the Chu family buys the treasures of destiny, they can set the price at ten thousand taels for each item. For example, the Dragon Wing Sword, a relic of the former champion marquis, can be sold for one hundred thousand taels of silver without any problem.

So Ba Cheng was very dissatisfied and even full of resentment. Chu Wujiang still did not accept it, but asked:

"I heard that Mr. Ba met a noble man, and that's how he became so successful that he became the eighth master in the antique circle..."

"That's not a noble person, but an enemy!"

Ba Cheng was a little excited and even interrupted Chu Wujiang's speech and told a story from the past.

Originally he was just an ordinary farmer's son, but when he was sixteen, his golden eyes suddenly awakened and he was able to see the value of objects. Relying on this talent, he quickly made a fortune and earned tens of thousands of taels of silver within two or three months.

This huge sum of money is enough to make him a wealthy man in Longzhou. Ba Cheng wants to quietly move into Longcheng, live a rich life, and even pay tuition and enroll in a martial arts school.

A bright future seems to be just around the corner.

However, there is an iron rule in the Mandate of Heaven Dynasty: if wealth does not match the position, disaster will occur.

You have no power, no noble support, but you have made so much money, so you deserve to die.

Soon, someone died in Bacheng's house and he was falsely accused of murder.

The yamen was extremely efficient. They tortured and forced confessions, and obtained signatures and sealed the crimes in one go. They soon sentenced the suspect to execution in the autumn.

At that time, Ba Cheng was like a stray dog ​​with nowhere to turn to. Fortunately, he met a noble person from Fengyu Tower.

Come on, come on, sign this indenture. From now on, 9527 will be your lifelong code name.

Ba Cheng didn't want to die, so he signed a contract to sell himself, changed his name, and came out of the death row, and began to work diligently for Fengyu Tower.

After twenty years of hard work, his salary finally increased from one hundred taels per year to three hundred taels. This is really cause for celebration!

"Your Excellency has calculated against me in this way and has taken advantage of me completely."

"Do I still need to thank them?"

Ba Cheng shouted in anger, but Chu Wujiang remained unmoved.

There are too many such things.

What's more, Ba Cheng is not a person with a strong personality. He has still worked diligently for Fengyu Tower for twenty years.

It doesn't happen on normal days, but it happens now, so you can see the reason.

Chu Wujiang just asked the old butler to make tea and motioned for the other party to drink a cup.

Ba Cheng was not afraid that the tea might be poisonous and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing that he was so sensible, Chu Wujiang spoke:

"It is really wrong for Fengyu Tower to treat you like this."

"But Chu has another question. What does Mr. Ba want?"

"What can Chu get?"

Ba Cheng took a deep breath and said:
"I want to learn martial arts and obtain superior internal training methods. I need at least the upper grade of the yellow rank, as well as the corresponding resources and some necessary blessings."

"As for the future, I'll ask the adults for it."

The martial arts taught in ordinary martial arts schools are only at the mortal level, and can only be practiced to the level of body forging at most. As for the higher yellow level and even mysterious level techniques, they are strictly monopolized by various major forces.

Ba Cheng had no chance to get it either.

After all, he had an old servant supervising him. Even if he earned a little more money privately, it would not be enough to support his martial arts training to a higher level, let alone obtain more precious martial arts.

If Chu Wujiang had a talent like golden pupils in his previous life, he would be able to kill everyone, but in this world it is very embarrassing. It is just a tool to make money and is of no help in practicing martial arts.

If we talk about his martial arts talent alone, he is just a mediocre person. After twenty years of practice, he has invested all the money he earned, but he has only achieved the goal of physical training.

His frequent contact with antiques inevitably infected him with negative energy, which held him back. Although he was only in his thirties, he looked like a little old man.

Chu Wujiang didn't mind investing a little money to see what role this traitor could play.

It just so happens that Fengyu Tower has evil intentions and sent out a picture of a hundred ghosts, so I have to settle the score with them.

"Mr. Ba's request is reasonable."

"But what do I get?"

Ba Cheng took a deep breath and made up his mind:

"In addition to the information about Fengyu Tower, I have actually kept a few treasures of destiny in my possession for the past twenty years, and I am willing to present them to you, my Lord."

Why don't you sell it yourself?

Chu Wujiang did not ask such a stupid question, but nodded and said:
"can."

"Based on your luck secret treasure, you will be able to exchange it for treasures of corresponding value in the Chu family in the future."

I will give you whatever these things are worth, and I won’t cheat you like Fengyulou did.

Ba Cheng was obviously relieved, and he replied:
"Thank you, sir."

"I hid these secret treasures of luck in my ancestral tomb."

"If you want, just dig it up."

You old boy, you are really a filial son.

(End of this chapter)