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Chapter 115: 【093】Overlord Lifting Cauldron Style_6

Chapter 115: 【093】Overlord Lifting Cauldron Style_6

In a one-on-one situation, he has absolutely no confidence that he can take down Zhang Jinbao; they have been openly and secretly competing for so many years and understand each other well.

But now, you say Zhang Jinbao has been beaten and sent to the hospital?

This is something Wu Hujie cannot accept.

"Who was it? Did you find out?" Wu Hujie asked nervously.

"It seems like a martial arts expert the factory boss brought back from outside. He has incapacitated both Guo Shenggang and Zhang Jinbao. Now those Northerners can forget about competing with us for the mountain routes." The underling said with a joyful smile.

"Hahaha! Is it true? Good, it’s really great, excellent news! A heaven-sent fierce man came along and knocked out Zhang Jinbao’s martial skills, awesome!"

Wu Hujie excitedly clapped his chubby hands, his triple-chinned fat quivering uncontrollably.

Why would a factory primarily engaged in cultivating herbal medicine give birth to three small groups from different regions?

The biggest reason lies in the division of interests. To ensure that every herbal collector going into the mountains gains benefits every time, a reasonable allocation of mountain entry routes is needed.

For example, if someone just walked this path, and you follow, the wild herbs on the road will definitely be left untouched by them; you’d simply waste your energy and time.

Only by walking the unexplored areas can you possibly gain big rewards. Although the factory has no regulations on this surface, privately, the three small groups fight tooth and nail over who gets the right to explore first.

With Zhang Jinbao and Guo Shenggang incapacitated, the areas originally managed by the Northern Gang are likely to be beyond the control of the remaining small fries.

Soon, those areas will be aggressively taken over and annexed by the small groups of Wu Hujie and Huang Ao, which means their people can gather more herbs and earn more money. This is the reason for Wu Hujie’s excitement.

"Go, take my precious jar of Centipede Wine and send it to that expert as a gift. Just tell him Wu Hujie greatly admires him and hopes to make friends." Wu Hujie waved his hand, then sat back at the card table, concentrating as he tossed in several chips symbolizing 1,000 bucks.

Normally, according to etiquette, for this kind of gift giving to establish relationships, it would be more appropriate for the boss himself to go.

But Wu Hujie was holding two Aces at the start of this game of Texas Hold’em and another Ace came up on the table. This kind of hand is not something a rational person would give up, so he had to call on his subordinates to handle it.

"Centipede Wine..." The underling showed a hint of envy upon hearing.

Wu Hujie is a good drinker, and it’s well-known he privately hid away three jars of Centipede Wine, Scorpion Wine, and Snake Wine. Just one sip could make someone train shirtless in the snow for half an hour in the dead of winter without feeling cold.

So many of the underlings following Wu Hujie dream of receiving such a reward from him.

Sending an entire jar of wine to someone tonight would make anyone who knows envious for days.

"I warn you, this is a gift to make friends with an expert. If you dare to sneak a sip on the way, you know what Old Wu is capable of." Wu Hujie suddenly said as the underling was about to leave.

The underling was instantly frightened and quickly agreed, "Don’t worry, boss, how would I dare?"

Unlike Zhang Jinbao, Wu Hujie’s violent temper is quite famous in the factory. Several followers have had their bones broken during his drunken rages.

Although Wu Hujie usually pays considerable compensation afterward, the matter still leaves people apprehensive.

"Boss, now that the Northern Gang is down, if Huang Ao on that side is also taken down, wouldn’t all the mountain routes be ours? It’s worth thinking about." A skinny man playing cards at the table nearby couldn’t help but said slyly with a smile.

Only to be rebuked by Wu Hujie: "Do you think Old Dog Huang is stupid? I’m making friends with that expert, of course, he’ll act quickly as well. You want to use him as a knife to kill Old Dog Huang?

Right now, as long as we don’t provoke that expert, making him not turn against us is already thanking the heavens. Although we don’t know what mistake Zhang Jinbao made to anger such a star of doom,

the mistake he made is definitely something we can’t make. After all, working here for a year can earn you hundreds of thousands. Don’t even think about targeting that expert; everyone out here isn’t stupid. If you use him as a weapon, you might be the first to die."

"Yes, yes, boss is right. I was thinking too simply." The skinny man quickly smiled apologetically.

"Stop yapping so much. Hurry up and place your bets or fold and get lost."

...

Back in the dormitory, Wang Longhu just finished showering when he heard someone knocking at the door.

He walked over and opened it, only to see an old lady, her face full of wrinkles, smiling broadly at him, a smile that really made Wang Longhu’s skin crawl.

No way? Are there J in these mountains too? Just how could someone this old still make money?

As Wang Longhu was letting his imagination run wild, the old lady suddenly raised her hand and handed Wang Longhu a red silk bag over forty centimeters long.

"What is this?" Wang Longhu asked, puzzled.

"Hello, young man, this is from our foreman for you. It’s a gift, welcoming you to the factory. If you have time, our foreman would like to invite you to a meal, saying that since we’re all martial artists, we should get to know each other." The old lady spoke fluent Minnan-accented Mandarin. Without Dong County’s Minnan dialect background, Wang Longhu honestly wouldn’t have understood what she was saying.

"A gift? Oh, thank you, it’s really considerate of you to come over and deliver this so late." Wang Longhu quickly expressed his gratitude with a smile.

But inside, he felt extremely guilty for his filthy thoughts earlier.

He’s really a bad person, actually thinking of such inappropriate things, outright garbage.

He might wake up in the middle of the night and give himself two slaps.

"No problem, young man, I’ll get going." Seeing Wang Longhu accept the gift, the old lady nodded and turned to leave without any hesitation.