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Chapter 132: Chapter 120: Money Makes the Hero
Fang Cheng looked somewhat puzzled.
Ma Donghe then slowly began to explain the specific situation:
"We picked up a total of thirty rifles, seventeen submachine guns, two light machine guns, and four night vision goggles from the warehouse."
"We can’t sell all these goods at once because the target is too large, it’s easy to attract informants, and those unscrupulous fellows would drive down the price."
"Currently, Yingjun and I have safely sold half the rifles, seven submachine guns through reliable channels, totaling an income of 640,000 yuan. The more valuable light machine guns and night vision goggles are still kept as stock for contingencies."
"Also, the two items you took from Wu Shihao’s office, that pure gold Maitreya Buddha, I’m planning to melt it into gold bars before selling it."
"The other item is an antique, not so easy to deal with for the time being; we’ll have to wait for a while to find a buyer and estimate its price..."
Watching Ma Donghe carefully doing the accounting, he really looked like a new generation underground arms dealer.
Fang Cheng thought for a moment and then said:
"Donghe, Yingjun, you two keep the money for now. After turning the things I brought back into cash, just give me my share."
Upon hearing this, Ma Donghe immediately raised his eyebrows, somewhat irritated:
"Ah Cheng, if you still consider me, Ma Donghe, your brother, take back what you just said."
Then, he took a deep breath and spoke assertively:
"Let’s not talk about these weapons and equipment; they were all obtained by you risking danger and killing members of the Red Tiger Gang."
"If we’re really going to settle accounts, the trouble from the Red Tiger Gang was caused by me alone, yet you have saved my life twice now."
"Brother, I’ll put it here: from now on, you are my dearest brother, Ma Donghe. If you tell me to go east, I wouldn’t dare to go west. If you tell me to kill chickens, I wouldn’t dare to slaughter sheep..."
Listening to him passionately expressing his feelings, Fang Cheng’s mouth opened slightly, attempting to say something in persuasion.
But Ma Donghe immediately stretched out both hands and decisively swept all the money on the seat towards himself.
"Like this, you take 80%, and Yingjun and I each take 10%, just enough for the effort of running around."
Seeing this, Fang Cheng said nothing more.
This was, after all, an unexpected fortune; being too precise in the division is rather inappropriate.
"Okay."
Fang Cheng then nodded his head and unceremoniously took his share of the money, placing it into his shoulder bag.
Fifty stacks of hundred-yuan bills swiftly made the bag bulge out.
With this large sum of money in the account, Fang Cheng immediately felt much more confident.
Suddenly, he remembered an old Jianghu saying:
"Money is the courage of a hero, riches come from taking risks!"
However, as soon as the thought appeared, he promptly discarded this dispiriting phrase from his mind.
So as not to make himself really look like a bandit who had just robbed a rich family and was dividing the loot with his accomplices.
Fang Cheng pocketed the money and looked at Ma Donghe with feigned indifference:
"Donghe, with your reputation so high now, hasn’t the Red Tiger Gang continued to give you trouble these past few days?"
Ma Donghe’s excitement also gradually subsided at this moment, and he shook his head:
"I’ve inquired around on the streets; they seem convinced that it was the police who raided the warehouse, and there are even rumors of the Special Search Team’s involvement, likely thinking that I was an informant working for the police."
"So right now, they don’t dare to act rashly and are just busy trying to dissociate themselves from Wu Shihao."
Hearing this, Fang Cheng could not help but think back to those two mysterious guys dressed in combat suits and wearing masks.
"Since they’ve chosen to keep the peace, we shouldn’t stir up trouble either; it’s best to stay low for a while."
Hearing Fang Cheng’s instruction, Ma Donghe nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Now, his attitude towards Fang Cheng was one of utter obedience and sincere respect.
Huang Mao turned his head in surprise and looked at his big brother.
He just felt that in front of Fang Cheng, he was like a loyal little brother, obedient and well-behaved.
The two chatted about the matter for a long while in the car.
Half an hour later, they had arrived in front of Ma Donghe’s house.
"Old man, have you prepared all the chicken, duck, fish, and meat for me?"
Ma Donghe got out of the car, pushed open the door first, and shouted with a loud voice.
"Little rascal, I asked you to treat, yet I had to personally go to the market to buy vegetables."
Ma Jianguo’s voice came from inside the yard.
He squatted in the courtyard with a kitchen knife in hand, preparing to butcher a chicken. He gestured at its neck, but couldn’t bring himself to do it.
As soon as he saw Fang Cheng following his son in, he immediately stood up, neglecting the lively rooster, and greeted with a smile on his face:
"Ah Cheng, you’re here, come in, come in, take a seat and rest, have a cup of tea first!"
Ma Donghe glanced at his flustered old man and shook his head with a sigh.
He then grabbed the escaping rooster by its wings, and said to Fang Cheng:
"Ah Cheng, you sit for a while, I’ll go to the kitchen and cook some dishes, today we should have a good drink."
Fang Cheng asked with a bit of surprise:
"You actually know how to cook?"
Ma Donghe grinned, not without pride:
"Have you never heard the saying, ’Big head, thick neck, if not the boss then the cook’, my dream used to be a chef, wait and taste the delicious dishes I’ll personally cook for you!"
"I’ll help you out."
Fang Cheng immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready to try.
"How could that be okay, you are our esteemed guest, it’s inappropriate for you to do kitchen chores!"
Ma Jianguo quickly tried to dissuade him.
Ma Donghe likewise shook his head in refusal.
Seeing the father and son’s firm attitude, Fang Cheng had no choice but to give up reluctantly and put aside his intention to practice skills.
Ma Donghe and Chen Yingjun went to the kitchen to get busy.
Fang Cheng sat in the yard, accompanying Ma Jianguo in having tea, enjoying the sun.
It’s just that the old man’s gaze was too enthusiastic, which made Fang Cheng feel a bit uncomfortable.
It wasn’t strange for Ma Jianguo to behave this way.
Ever since Ma Donghe assisted the police in cracking a major human trafficking case and appeared on TV news.
The government also sent someone to their home to make a fuss and present a "Good Citizen Award for Bravery."
Ma Donghe’s status at home was thus quickly promoted, and he started to walk with an air of confidence.
It also made Ma Jianguo, an old man who always complained about his son not making an effort, extremely proud.
Walking around the village became much more enjoyable, with a lot more backbone when chatting with the neighbors.
That’s why he had the idea to organize a family banquet and invite Fang Cheng over to express his gratitude.
Seeing the old man’s caring gaze, Fang Cheng suggested that Ma Jianguo should check his recent training progress.
Ma Jianguo agreed with delight.
Fang Cheng then stood in the middle of the courtyard and got into position.
With a raised hand and a thrown palm, lifting his knee and stepping forward, his figure executed a twenty-four style Ma’s Tai Chi set with grace and ease.
As the Sect Leader, Ma Jianguo watched, slightly nodding his head in satisfaction.
However, he also pointed out and corrected some minor issues with the connection between Fang Cheng’s movements.
Afterward, Fang Cheng took a horse stance and sought Ma Jianguo’s advice on the doubts he encountered while practicing Pile Skill and Breathing Technique.
The exercise and discussion were greatly beneficial.
Fang Cheng finished his practice.
Seeing that the kitchen was still busy, his gaze flickered, and he then raised a question that had been on his mind for a long time:
"Uncle Ma, the Visualization Method practiced after entering the beginner’s level of Qigong, is it similar to the regular sitting meditation?"
Ma Jianguo was slightly taken aback by the question, and countered with:
"Do you know why I didn’t let you start with the Visualization Method?"
Fang Cheng shook his head.
Ma Jianguo took a deep breath, then said:
"Because, the Visualization Method is a hundred times more perilous than ordinary meditation practice!"
