First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 200: Bai Hemen is also a ‘Bai’, go work

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It was just the right chance to make the most out of it.

Bai Hemen could even act as a foreman!

Holding a little whip, keeping a close eye on these people to make sure they don’t slack off.

Just thinking about it made Lu Ding feel that the scene was way too harmonious.

Like dreaming back to a Western ranch.

Besides, Bai Hemen was also "Bai," and the Northwest was "West."

How was that not a perfect match for the job?

A snap of the whip, a point of the finger.

Bai Hemen: go work!!!

Lu Ding felt his front teeth getting a bit hot, he grinned to cool them off.

Wang Qingge held up a sign, confused.

【What’s wrong? Why are you laughing?】

"It’s nothing, I’m just naturally cheerful."

Lu Ding casually replied, then asked, "Do we need to go down and have a look?"

After all, an on-site inspection would give a clearer view.

At least that’s what Lu Ding thought.

But he underestimated the professionalism of others.

Wang Qingge shook her head.

【No need, I’ve already figured it out, I’ve picked the spot for the well, right over on that hill.】

She raised her hand and pointed at a small hill not far away.

Then raised the sign again.

Gesturing with her hand.

【Dig down from the top of the hill, about ten meters wide, fifty meters deep, and you’ll hit water.】

Speaking of this, she pulled a small abacus out of her sling bag.

Click-clack, she worked it quickly.

Raised the sign again.

【I just checked those Cultivators of Qi. Based on their realm and the soil quality here, if they work nonstop without rest for about four days, the well can be finished.】

Nonstop without rest......

Even capitalists would have to take lessons from you.

Thinking about it, Lu Ding suddenly felt a heavy sense of mission on his shoulders.

He absolutely had to find a way to suppress the thing inside Wang Qingge.

Otherwise, if it exploded someday, the 996 work schedule would turn into 007.

Working from midnight to midnight, no breaks, seven days a week.

Wouldn’t that be pure hell?

Lu Ding felt that compared to her, he was still too kind.

In his mind, the images of her and Bai Hemen overlapped.

One was an idealistic boss, caring nothing about employee survival...

The other was a hardheaded, bootlicking manager, only caring about results, treating employees as less than human.

Cao Ying could handle logistics, and Yan Feifan’s slick tongue could be in charge of business negotiations.

Good grief, the whole team was ready.

"Alright then, let’s head back first, and tomorrow we’ll go into the city to buy copper coins."

The two of them retraced their steps.

Lu Ding briefly explained the situation to Bai Hemen and the others.

Here’s tomorrow’s arrangement.

Wu Yishuang and Yu Qingli would continue overseeing the construction site.

Bai Hemen would lead a team to dig the well.

Cao Ying wasn’t in good shape physically, so he would assist Bai Hemen as a supervisor.

Lu Ding and Wang Qingge would go into the city to buy antique coins and look for carpenter’s chalk lines.

Clear division of labor.

Early next morning, it was still dark outside.

Lu Ding and Wang Qingge set off.

As for Bai Hemen and Cao Ying...

Snap!!!

At the crack of dawn, a sharp whip crack was heard.

It woke up all the drowsy Bai Family Cultivators of Qi.

Bai Hemen, holding a whip formed by spiritual energy, shouted, "Get up and work!"

Following his order, everyone got up one after another.

Some were a bit slower.

Bai Hemen lashed out without hesitation.

Whipping as he shouted, "Move faster!"

He was using it with such ease.

Looking at the spiritual whip in his hand, Bai Hemen nodded in satisfaction.

The weapon Lu Ding recommended was indeed excellent.

He would definitely have to buy a good one for backup later.

It was then that Bai Baoquan, who hadn’t dared to move all along, finally saw clearly.

It turned out... all the people kneeling behind him were Bai Family Cultivators of Qi.

At this moment, an indescribable feeling welled up inside him.

He asked in a low voice, "Where’s... Brother Baoce?"

The others lowered their heads and answered, "Brother Baoce is dead..."

Bai Baoquan was completely unable to accept this reality for a moment.

In the next second, the sound of air being sliced rang out.

Snap!!

A burning pain shot through Bai Baoquan’s back.

Bai Hemen: "No whispering!"

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Meanwhile.

In Qingshu City, Min’an Street.

Inside an ordinary antique shop.

Lu Ding and Wang Qingge were picking out antique coins for catching the Golden Toad.

Though to be precise, it was Wang Qingge doing the picking.

Because Lu Ding didn’t know anything about it.

With nothing else to do, he chatted casually with the shop owner.

"Boss, mind if I ask something? Do you know where I can find an old carpenter around here?"

While Lu Ding was talking, he handed over a cigarette.

The boss accepted it with both hands, saying, "Thanks, thanks."

Lu Ding flicked the lighter with a click and lit it for him.

Boss: inhale... exhale...

"Old carpenter..."

He thought for a moment: "It’s not easy to find one nowadays, there used to be plenty, but now young people don’t want to learn it anymore, they either buy ready-made furniture online or from furniture malls, old carpenters..."

"You need something made?"

Lu Ding responded smoothly: "I’m short of a wardrobe at home, couldn’t find any styles I like online, and the quality’s not good either."

"What carpenters make, that’s the real deal."

"Old craftsmanship handed down from the ancestors, no machine can beat it."

When you talk about traditional craftsmanship to an antique shop owner, it’s like flipping a switch—he just started talking nonstop.

Without even caring what exactly Lu Ding was trying to buy.

The boss glanced at Lu Ding: "Eh~ young man, you’ve got good taste, I also think when it comes to these things, machines can’t beat handmade work."

"More than twenty years ago when I got married, I had a custom bed made, and it’s still as good as new now, sturdy and beautiful, and..."

As the antique shop owner rambled on, he suddenly said "Hey!"

"I just thought of it, you can go find Carpenter Yang. The bed my wife and I sleep on now was made by him, the quality is outstanding, still like new after twenty years, and getting sturdier with time."

There it was.

Lu Ding pressed on: "Where can I find him?"

"Anhe Village, just use your GPS to navigate there, once you arrive, just ask around, he’s pretty famous. I haven’t commissioned anything from him in years, just remembered him while we were talking."

"But I’m not sure if he’s still alive. If he is, he should be about seventy by now, maybe too old to work."

While the two of them were chatting, Wang Qingge had already picked out the usable copper coins.

Lu Ding paid the money.

"Thanks, boss."

"You’re welcome, come again next time."

They stepped out of the store, and Wang Qingge raised a sign.

【We’ve got the copper coins, now we still need the carpenter’s chalk line.】

"I know where to get it, follow me."

They called a rideshare and headed toward Anhe Village.

Outside Anhe Village.

After traveling overnight, Changhai finally arrived.

Looking at the village ahead, he pulled out his phone and sent Bai Baoce a message.

【Young Master Bai, I’ve just arrived, after I grab the item, I should be able to make it back tonight, please wait a bit.】

Fishing for the Golden Toad with copper coins wasn’t a secret technique unique to Wang Qingge.

Strictly speaking, this kind of technique belonged to the Shepherds.

And Changhai was a Shepherd.

The information about the Golden Toad Nesting on an Egg Formation was something he had learned from Cripple Li and then sold to Bai Baoce.

Last night, the Bai Family was digging pits in the gully.

They were digging wells too.

The reason why their location differed from Wang Qingge’s choice was because, although the techniques were the same, the methods were different.

In Feng Shui, wind is found at high points, and water flows to lowlands.

Changhai and his team had chosen a place where water was stored and wind was blocked, while Wang Qingge chose a spot where wind met flowing water.

But their goals were the same.

He was lucky—he had volunteered last night to fetch the carpenter’s chalk line, and by doing so, he narrowly missed running into Lu Ding.

But you can dodge the first, not the fifteenth.

Right now, Lu Ding was also on his way over by car.

Changhai stared at the unread message on his phone for a long time.

He couldn’t help but wonder: "Didn’t see it?"

"Forget it, whatever, let’s go borrow the Yang Family’s ancestral carpenter’s chalk line first."

As he spoke, the large jar strapped to Changhai’s back swayed a little, and then a pale hand pushed the lid open.

A creepy child with a powder-white face and bright red spots on his cheeks poked his head out and asked,

"Dad, you said it’s an ancestral treasure. Will he even lend it to us?"

"Lend? Heh..."

Changhai let out a chilling laugh.

His eyes grew fierce: "Lend or not, we’re taking it! If he won’t lend it, we’ll just steal it!"

"Old coffin-rotter, ten years ago I couldn’t beat you, but ten years later, with your candle burning out and your body half-dead, you think I still can’t?!"