GRMFBS CH118

The Tie Lao Ghost King was furious, and then furiously cleaned up the mess for the Wanyan Ghost King.

Gritting his teeth: It’s! Fine!
It’s! Under! Standable!

The Wanyan Ghost King was just mentally unstable because his soul was injured!

Half a year later, the Tie Lao Ghost King went from furious to giving up.

Let Wanyan that psycho search however he wanted. Once he was done making a mess, he would stop. He didn’t have time to waste with him!

The Tie Lao Ghost King let go, with difficulty accepting the fact that the three senior ghost kings were all unreliable, and continued his life as a corporate slave.

Fortunately, the Minghe Ghost King recovered, and the reincarnation cycle became increasingly stable, reducing a part of his workload. Wanyan, after causing trouble in the underworld, ran off to the mortal realm. He heard that he had caused trouble at the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau and was taught a lesson by Tianshi. Good job!

Later, he was caught and brought back by the Chongming Demon King. The Chongming Demon King really had a way with little kittens. After being brought back, Wanyan actually didn’t cause any trouble! He even obediently helped with work on Mount Chaofu.

The Tie Lao Ghost King was very surprised. Great, the days ahead could finally be peaceful.

And then!

And then the Linyuan Ghost King, who had been hiding so well, suddenly started talking to Wanyan!

Wanyan immediately had a psychotic episode and started causing trouble!

The Tie Lao Ghost King: …Senior Linyuan, why?!

The Tie Lao Ghost King, who had been working 007 for twenty-six years, had a mental breakdown. Could these senior ghost kings please be a little more reliable, I’m begging you!

Senior Linyuan was currently canning kumquat paste.

Zhan Yunkai had already cooked a large pot of kumquat paste. It was now sitting out to cool before being bottled.

Zhan Yunkai took a spoon and tasted it. Hmm, the heat control for this pot wasn’t perfect. He had added a little too much rock sugar, which slightly suppressed the aroma of the kumquats. He could try mincing the kumquats a bit more or just cutting them in half next time.

He would give this imperfect pot of kumquat paste to the children. The next pot would be for his wife.

He wiped his hands with a towel and called his three children over to help with the canning.
“Jinli, don’t add sugar or honey when you’re bottling it. Add it yourself when you eat it.”

Zhan Jinli gave an OK sign.

The golden-orange kumquat paste exuded a sweet and sour aroma. Large chunks of cooked fruit pulp floated in the translucent paste. Bottled in clear glass jars… Zhan Yan swallowed.

Xingxing meowed娇声娇气 (coyly and delicately) around his feet. This little one, it was hard to tell if its eyesight was too good or its sense of smell was too bad. It would pester Zhan Yunkai for whatever he was making.

Zhan Yan, while scooping the kumquat paste into the glass jars with a spoon, tried to persuade it, “You can’t eat kumquats. Be good, don’t make a fuss. You can’t eat this.”

Xingxing’s intelligence hadn’t yet reached the point where it could understand. It only knew that whenever Zhan Yunkai entered the kitchen, delicious things would be born.

Zhan Jinli took a small piece of meat jerky from the cabinet, lured Xingxing into the room, fed it, and then closed the door. He also managed to pet the cat and quickly dodged Xingxing’s claws.

This little one held quite a grudge. Last time, it had gotten a static shock from Zhan Jinli, and Zhan Jinli hadn’t apologized or comforted it. Xingxing still remembered. But the little foodie didn’t mind tricking Zhan Jinli into giving it food and drink first. After being tricked, it still wouldn’t let him pet it.

Zhan Jinli locked Xingxing in the room, washed his hands, and went back to canning the kumquat paste.

Hmph, just a little kitten!

After finishing its snack, Xingxing realized it was locked in the room and started scratching at the door.

Zhan Suiru: “If you do this, Xingxing will hold an even bigger grudge against you in the future. Coax it a little. It doesn’t understand what static electricity is.”

She had already coaxed the little one with cat treats.

Zhan Jinli, with a cold demeanor that would make the five little ghosts excitedly shout “The Ghost King has returned,” shook his head coolly.

Apologize to a cat? Impossible!
Keeping it was already the biggest compromise!

The three of them quickly finished canning the kumquat paste. They then poured water into the pot used for cooking the paste, and the rinsed-out kumquat water was divided up to drink.

The honey-gold kumquat water was fragrant, sweet, and sour. Zhan Yunkai had even added a few fresh mint leaves, just the right amount so as not to overpower the unique aroma of the kumquats, while adding a hint of minty coolness, which was very comfortable going down the throat.

Zhan Yan watched with his own eyes as his brother added another three large spoonfuls of honey. The sight made his teeth ache, and he looked away.

“Hey, why are you looking at him?” Zhan Suiru put an arm around her younger brother. “Doesn’t everything that goes into his mouth need several times the sugar?”

She drank a couple of sips of the kumquat water, feeling content, when her phone suddenly started ringing ding-ding-dong-dong.

Zhan Suiru looked at her phone.

The Broker had sent her a message, saying that the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau had delivered the thing she wanted and was now loitering in the black market, waiting for her.

The people from the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau insisted on meeting her in person.

Zhan Suiru: ???

What’s wrong with the people from the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau?!

Ning Xi was such a persistent person. Upon learning that the Artisan didn’t want to meet and only wanted to use the Broker as an intermediary, he immediately thought of a solution: when the Broker handed over the item to the Artisan, wouldn’t they have to meet offline? As long as they latched onto the Broker, wouldn’t they be able to meet the Artisan?

For this purpose, Ning Xi had specifically selected a person from the bureau to deliver the world fragment from the apocalypse. This person had a nickname in the bureau: “Grandmaster.” It was just one character off from “Tianshi,” but their personalities were worlds apart.

The Broker was about to have a breakdown from being pestered by the Grandmaster.

“I’m begging you, Grandmaster, let me go. The Artisan is not in the black market right now. You won’t see him even if you follow me.”

The Grandmaster smiled gently, unhurriedly, and spoke in a soft and gentle voice, “Your Excellency Broker, please hear me out. You must know that worry harms the body. Please relax your mind. I will not do anything. You just need to continue with your business and treat me as background music.”

The Broker’s face was one of utter collapse. The Grandmaster’s file was scrolling through his mind:
Gu Zhixing, nickname “Grandmaster,” famous for his strange art “Please Hear Me Out.”
Ability effect:
When Gu Zhixing says “Please Hear Me Out,” one can only leave after hearing Gu Zhixing’s “one statement” to the end.

This was a very bizarre hard-control skill.

And Gu Zhixing was a master of chicken soup for the soul, extremely persistent, very patient, with a very good temper, and, a chatterbox.

The Broker was now full of regret. Why had he let his guard down for a moment and let the Grandmaster in?

He was now stuck in the reception room, unable to leave. Not only could he not leave, but he also had to listen to Gu Zhixing’s chicken soup for the soul, which went on for several hours. After all, Gu Zhixing’s art was called “Please Hear Me Out,” not “You can’t leave while I’m talking,” so his targets were forced to hear every single word of his clearly. Plugging one’s ears or cutting off one’s hearing was useless. The chicken soup went straight into the brain, buzzing and buzzing, until the brain was almost resonating with the chicken soup.

“Who the hell can treat you as background music?!” The Broker took out his “Powerful Mute, Experience the Feeling of No Ears” superpower earbuds and threw them into the trash can.

He abruptly stood up from his swivel chair. As he walked towards Gu Zhixing, he accidentally tripped on the chair leg and pitched forward.

Gu Zhixing kindly reached out to help him, but was caught off guard when the Broker shoved a coin into his hand.

“You are not to speak for 24 hours,” the Broker said.

This was the Broker’s special ability, forced transaction.

The coin bounced off Gu Zhixing’s palm.

“Oh, that’s not good,” Gu Zhixing said, realizing he had been tricked. He reprimanded, “Mr. Broker, please hear me out. The interaction between people depends on sincerity. As the saying goes…”

The Broker’s face was one of despair. The forced transaction had not worked. Gu Zhixing had come prepared, or rather, Ning Xi had come prepared. He had equipped Gu Zhixing with a set of high-resistance gear. Unless the Broker wanted to completely fall out with the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau, he, with his limited means, could not escape Gu Zhixing’s hard control no matter what.

The Broker had tried various ways to escape. Gu Zhixing was a relatively simple-minded person and couldn’t have thought of the Broker’s various tricks. But unfortunately, Ning Xi, that control freak, had a good brain. He had blocked all the methods the Broker could think of.

After Gu Zhixing fell for the Broker’s trick again and again, but once again it was ineffective due to Ning Xi’s prior preparations, he said to the Broker in surprise, “Mr. Broker is really amazing! When the deputy director made these preparations for me, I was very much against it, thinking that one shouldn’t think of people as being so dark. That’s not good. I didn’t expect to use them all. Mr. Broker was able to find so many methods! But why isn’t such wisdom used in better places? Please hear me out…”

The Broker: …

Ahhhh!!!

What kind of brain does Ning Xi have?! Why could he even think of and prevent such insidious methods in advance?!

After this damn thing is resolved, he must find the Artisan and demand compensation for mental damages! Have the Artisan develop a custom-made transaction channel that works through a door! Next time the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau sends someone, they can just do it through the door! He never wants to meet them again!

The Broker couldn’t escape. After enduring for seven hours, he couldn’t take it anymore and sent a message to the Artisan for help.

The Broker: “I did my best.”
“Artisan, based on our relationship, I’ve already been extremely, extremely loyal.”
“Ning Xi that control freak is too insidious. He blocked all my paths.”
“The Grandmaster has been bombarding me with his demonic voice all day, and I still haven’t given in. I haven’t agreed to let him see you.”
“My head is buzzing right now.”
“So,”
“Come save me, I’m begging you!”

Zhan Suiru had mixed feelings.

Her relationship with the Broker was rather complicated. They had cooperated for many years. The Broker had always been a little unwilling to let go of the “big money-making baby” that was the Artisan, and would try to test her from time to time.

Zhan Suiru found him annoying, and the two had been constantly messing with each other during their cooperation. The black market was a special kind of power. The people who came and went were a motley crew with their own agendas. The Broker particularly liked to be mysterious, making it difficult for others to gauge his level, which was more convenient for him to manage.

On the one hand, the Broker was used to being mysterious. On the other hand, he had some unwilling thoughts about the Artisan, so he paid special attention to his image in front of the Artisan. Sometimes Zhan Suiru would rebuff him, and though the Broker was rebuffed every time, he always persevered. She had never seen the Broker so soft.

Ning Xi’s brain thought of even more and was even more comprehensive than the Broker’s?

Was the Grandmaster really that scary?

Then she definitely couldn’t go!

Zhan Suiru turned off her phone, pretending she had already started her beauty sleep.

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