The Crazy Son-In-Law

Duan Jia lay naked on the bed, silver needles everywhere from his head to toes. When the time was right, Xiao Shun carefully removed the needles from his back and asked, “How do you feel?”

“Numb. It feels like a warm current is flowing all over my body, quite comfortable,” Duan Jia replied, his eyes sparkling.

“One acupuncture session won’t be enough for your condition. Two more sessions should do the trick,” Xiao Shun said with a gentle smile.

“Sir, I’ll be grateful for the rest of my life,” Duan Jia said emotionally.

“I overheard your phone call earlier. Are you in some kind of trouble? Unfortunately, I’m useless right now and can’t help much, but I do have some connections with Mr. Song Qingzhou. If you need it, I can contact him for you.”

“It’s just a small matter. I can handle it. After all, I defeated Sikong Chen,” Xiao Shun joked.

“Right, my memory is failing me. My body’s weak, and my mind’s not working well either,” Duan Jia said with a smile.

“Alright, get some rest.”

After saying goodbye to Wang Ye and Duan Jia, Xiao Shun had barely left Bamboo Court when he received a call from Yuxu. The pellets Xiao Shun had refined for him were ready, and he couldn’t wait to go to Stillwater. They agreed to meet at Grass Hall, which was in Zhuang Jin’s territory, and resolve the matters at hand.

Xiao Shun hailed a taxi to return to the Eighth Avenue courtyard, where the pellets were stored. The taxi driver, a man in his thirties, kept glancing at the rearview mirror with a complicated expression.

“Bro, did you offend someone?” the driver asked.

“How do you know?” Xiao Shun inquired curiously.

“A Passat has been following us for a while,” the driver said, his experience helping him recognize the situation.

Xiao Shun glanced back through the car window: “No problem. Just drive.”

“Be careful around Stillwater,” the driver warned kindly.

Xiao Shun just smiled and remained silent. He collected the pellets from the Eighth Avenue courtyard and continued on to Grass Hall.

When he arrived, Yuxu was already waiting. They exchanged a few pleasantries and settled in a small, elegant room, ordering tea and some snacks. Xiao Shun handed Yuxu several dark green pellets, saying, “Take these before your cultivation sessions. No more than one per day.”

Yuxu eagerly accepted the pellets, his eyes fixed on them. In an instant, tears streamed down his face. He had been stuck in the Foundation stage for over a decade and never dreamed he would have the chance to break through.

“Sir, I’m eternally grateful. Here is three billion in cash, and I have several properties at the foot of Mount Kumi. We can get the paperwork done anytime. Please accept my humble gift,” Yuxu said, pushing a bank card toward Xiao Shun.

“Aren’t you afraid I’m deceiving you? You haven’t even tried these pellets yet,” Xiao Shun said, sipping his tea with a light laugh.

“Sir, your cultivation is unfathomable. Thirty billion is nothing. If you wanted money, I’m sure people would line up to give it to you. You wouldn’t need to deceive me,” Yuxu replied. He was not a fool.

In just a few years, he had amassed billions. Xiao Shun’s cultivation was far beyond his own. If he wanted money, he could simply teach wealthy disciples some health and fitness techniques, and money would just pour in. The effectiveness of the methods was not important.

Xiao Shun indeed had little concept of money. However, there was no reason to refuse easy earnings. The reason he agreed to refine the pellets in the first place was for the three billion, so he accepted it without hesitation.

With the transaction complete, Xiao Shun and Yuxu continued to discuss matters in the quiet room, sipping tea and enjoying their snacks. Little did they know, the challenges that lay ahead would test their resolve and the strength of their newfound alliance.

Thud, thud, thud!

A chaotic jumble of footsteps resounded in the ears.

Xiao Shun smiled faintly; the person he had been expecting had finally arrived.

The door to the elegant room was kicked open with a loud bang, and Yuxu’s face darkened, ready to burst out in anger. However, Xiao Shun pressed his hand down, signaling him to sit.

The visitor was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a long face, large nose, thick lips, and an overall refined appearance. He wore a black gentleman’s hat and leaned on a jade-handle walking stick, exuding an air of authority without anger. Behind him stood an array of burly men dressed in black, creating a solemn atmosphere.

Seeing the commotion, other patrons in the teahouse quickly fled in fear, leaving only a few bold spectators to watch the scene unfold.

“That man is the current president of Pearl Commercial Chamber, Master Zhuang.”

“Looks like there’s going to be bloodshed today.”

“Who would dare to offend the Pearl Commercial Chamber nowadays? Isn’t that asking for death?”

The visitor was, of course, Zhuang Jin, who was furious after his adopted son’s leg had been broken and his trusted subordinate killed. He had spent decades building his empire in Stillwater from nothing.

From a struggling hoodlum, he had risen to become the king of Stillwater’s underworld and the president of Pearl Commercial Chamber. This was a time of great pride and accomplishment for him, and he didn’t want to be bothered by an insignificant person.

Xiao Shun didn’t even bother to raise his head as he picked up his teacup, refilled it, and held it to his nose, enjoying the aroma. “Good tea,” he commented nonchalantly.

Seeing Xiao Shun so calm, Yuxu relaxed and smiled, “If you like tea, I have plenty of good tea. I can have someone bring some to you another day.”

Zhuang Jin’s anger flared even more as he realized the two didn’t take him seriously. He approached, looking down at them from above, and fixed his gaze on Xiao Shun’s face as he asked, “If I’m not mistaken, you’re Xiao Shun, right?”

Xiao Shun glanced at the crowd outside the door, then smiled casually. “This Grass Hall belongs to the Pearl Commercial Chamber, right? Is this how you treat your guests?”

Zhuang Jin suppressed his rage, sat down on a nearby chair, and said sternly, “That depends on whether you’re qualified to be a guest of the Pearl Commercial Chamber.”

Xiao Shun shifted to a more relaxed position. “Why don’t you tell me, President Zhuang, what it takes to be considered a guest?”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“At least you need to be alive,” Zhuang Jin replied coldly. “And you’ll soon disappear from this world.”

“So there’s no room for negotiation?” Xiao Shun asked, smiling indifferently.

“Why would there be no room for negotiation? There’s nothing money can’t solve in this world. My son’s leg and my subordinate’s life are worth a billion. It’s not expensive.”

“I’ve investigated you; you’re a son-in-law of the Yao family, and you’ve taken over the mess of Starline with your wife. However, I’m curious about how you became the chairman of Golden Harrow. It seems you’re quite rich and wouldn’t mind parting with that sum.”

“Fine, I don’t like to be petty either. Two billion, and we’ll consider the matter settled. What do you say?” Xiao Shun offered.