Chapter 152: Finally Quiet

Zhang Pu glanced at Uncle Fu, realizing that no matter how eloquently or fluently he spoke, it would be like playing the lute to a cow.

With nothing more to say, he simply turned and walked away.

Time would prove everything anyway, Zhang Pu thought to himself.

As Zhang Pu walked away, Uncle Fu could do nothing except sigh.

With those people driven off by Zhang Pu, the place finally regained its peace. At this moment, Zhang Pu could easily return to his room and enjoy a wonderful afternoon nap. It was still early, after all, and there was plenty of time for sleeping.

Zhang Pu did indeed return to his room. Remaining any longer with such an obstinate and unyielding old man would have been quite exhausting.

However, once back in his room, Zhang Pu had no intention of sleeping.

Ever since he had practiced the Sun-Moon Art for a period of time, he had reached a state where, even with minimal sleep, his mind and spirit remained in excellent condition.

He had no heart for sleeping right now.

The matter of the six hundred thousand was imminent.

Zhang Pu did have some money; the earnings he recently made from Zeng Guoxing's subordinates, Wang Gang and Zhou Yu, amounted to well over six hundred thousand. However, his expenses were also massive. To accelerate his cultivation, he had purchased expensive medicinal herbs in huge quantities, and had even thrown money around like water at auctions.

To tell the truth, saying that his pockets were empty again by now would hardly be an exaggeration.

While the Flower Sea Inn had indeed been built, the flowers and medicinal herbs had only just begun to sprout. He had yet to harvest them, refine pills, and sell them for cash.

Actually, Zhang Pu was not panicking much. To scrape together this six hundred thousand, he still had plenty of channels available.

He could ask Wang Gang or Zhou Yu, or even contact Lin Zhifa far away in the Jinmu region to have funds sent over. Because of the massive planting of spiritual seeds, Zhang Pu and Lin Zhifa could now communicate telepathically, eliminating the need for modern communication tools like WeChat. This mental connection was far more modern than WeChat itself.

Yet, after a brief turn of thought, Zhang Pu decided against using telepathy with Lin Zhifa, nor did he message Wang Gang or Zhou Yu. In the end, Zhang Pu chose to contact Liu Yingde and have him bring some people over.

Zhang Pu's main consideration was the scale of the Flower Sea Inn.

The Flower Sea Inn had already reached a considerable scale, and Zhang Pu wanted to transform the mountain forest originally contracted by his parents into a second Flower Sea Inn!

Next, he intended to refine medicinal herbs on a massive scale and reap exorbitant profits at auctions. That was a far better way to make money!

In the auction houses of the Qingwu and Jinmu regions, Zhang Pu had seen ordinary medicinal pills—products of Earth whose quality could never possibly compare to the pills he refined using methods from the Immortal Cultivation Realm—sell for such staggering prices. One could easily imagine how astronomical the price of the pills he would refine later on would be!

While Zhang Pu was contacting Liu Yingde, Uncle Fu first checked Zhang Pu's tightly closed door, assuming the young man was sleeping inside, and then retreated to a corner to take out his own phone.

Instead of rushing to take an afternoon nap, Uncle Fu started chatting on WeChat again.

Even though he was some distance away from Zhang Pu's room, he still acted as if he were afraid Zhang Pu might overhear his voice, choosing instead to type his messages on WeChat.

Uncle Fu sent a message to someone detailing the recent events here, naturally focusing primarily on today's incident.

In the end, Uncle Fu remarked that he had no idea whether Zhang Pu had been bewitched or what, but the boy stubbornly insisted on taking on a debt of six hundred thousand.

Uncle Fu certainly did not believe that Zhang Pu could use that scrap of a betrothal contract left by his predecessor to soar to greatness in the provincial capital, because those people had clearly come specifically to break off the engagement.

Uncle Fu thought to himself: This brat Zhang Pu simply does not know the immensity of heaven and earth to dare make such a huge gamble. City people are craftier than foxes, especially those from the provincial capital; when the time comes, they could easily set up a trap or find some pretext to throw him into prison, or even ensure he never rises again.

After sending his message to the mysterious person, Uncle Fu put away his phone. Seeing that the door to Zhang Pu's room remained closed, he decided to return to his own room to lie down.

Today, merely hosting some guests and cooking a single big lunch had left him feeling utterly exhausted!

Indeed, today's ordeal had worn him out completely. As for that six hundred thousand, no matter how hard he tried to think, he could not figure out what method Zhang Pu could possibly have. Would they end up squeezing this old skeleton of his?

Little did Uncle Fu know that while he was weighed down by anxiety, Zhang Pu was completely at ease.

Zhang Pu did not need to put in any arduous effort; he was simply waiting to reap a harvest.

However, he estimated that Cheng Yuan and his group were probably still in Qingshan Township and had not returned to the provincial capital just yet.

Why would he say that?

Because Zhang Pu's rejection was certainly not the outcome Cheng Yuan was willing to take back to report to Wang Siwei. Although Wang Siwei's family might have to spend some money traveling to Qingshan Township, Green Stone Village, and compensating Zhang Pu once he signed, such a small sum probably meant nothing to the wealthy and powerful Wang family. What truly worried Wang Siwei was the possibility that Zhang Pu might make a scene in the provincial capital later on. If the betrothal promise left by the predecessor carried significant weight, Wang Siwei would find the situation even harder to handle.

Could someone around her own age like Wang Siwei truly be this mature? Zhang Pu suspected that behind the scenes, Wang Siwei's parents were likely feeding her these crooked ideas, because this marriage was probably also fiercely opposed by Wang Siwei's parents. Only Wang Siwei's grandfather had insisted on keeping his promise—assuming her grandfather was even still alive.

Left with no choice, Wang Siwei and her parents had to go behind her grandfather's back to play dirty tricks on Zhang Pu.

Naturally, these were merely Zhang Pu's own deductions, and whether the truth matched these assumptions remained to be verified.

It was not just Cheng Yuan and his companions who were reluctant to return and report immediately, wanting to stay here and see whether Zhang Pu could actually produce the six hundred thousand before deciding their next move. On the other side, the local leaders of Qingshan Township, including the village party secretary and village chief of Green Stone Village, were even less willing to let Cheng Yuan's group pack up and leave in a huff. If things ended like that, the cooked duck that was practically in their mouths would fly away, especially since it was so difficult to find someone willing to invest in Qingshan Township in the first place!

Quite possibly, whether it was Cheng Yuan's group or the cadres of Qingshan Township and Green Stone Village, they were still racking their brains at this very moment, trying to find some way to salvage the shattered situation.

After a while, Zhang Pu stopped letting his mind wander in his room. Anyway, his attitude was simply one of unwavering resolve.

He then resumed practicing the Sun-Moon Art in his room.

As for the disappearance of his parents, he still had no clues at all and could not rush it. He planned to wait until Liu Yingde arrived and the six hundred thousand matter was settled before starting his investigation.

Liu Yingde would bring some people over and transform this place into a second Flower Sea Inn, much like he had remodeled the Witch Ghost Sect previously.

Afterward, Zhang Pu knew he would preside over this place for a period of time. If Uncle Fu remained hale and hearty in his old age, he could hand over the management of this second Flower Sea Inn to him when he eventually left, or let him scout for other talented individuals to take charge.