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Chapter 1506: Chapter 669: Movement (Part 2)

Seeking Demon Game is indeed very popular, and there’s a lot of business potential, but the ways to cash out aren’t very clear yet. Lao Lei is already old and doesn’t want to toss himself around anymore, so he hasn’t done any in-depth research in this area.

But if this big shot also gets involved... this thing might really have a shot!

Lao Lei was fired up.

And the next second, he heard a young man’s voice coming from the other end of the line.

"Can’t get through to his phone? Then he’s probably still in the game... No rush, Uncle, just have someone tell Lei Shenhao to go on the forum and take my ID off his blacklist. Once I’m done with my business, I’ll contact him directly."

ID? Blacklist?

Lao Lei was completely dumbfounded.

What dumbfounded him even more was that the grand CEO of Dream Group actually followed the young man’s words to the letter and passed them on as-is.

"..."

Lao Lei spaced out for a moment, then hurriedly came back to his senses and agreed on the spot.

The call ended.

And on his phone, there was now the contact info of a heavyweight figure.

Lao Lei was excited; who knows, maybe this group that had already started going downhill could start to turn things around because of this? With how capable this big shot was, giving Xundian Group a little boost would be as easy as lifting a finger.

"That unfilial brat, that unfilial brat plays a damn game and actually ended up helping out??"

Lao Lei couldn’t make sense of it, but he still hurriedly got in the car and told the driver to head straight to Lei Cangyue’s residence.

He was going to personally pass this on!

As for that game? Once he drags that brat out of the game, he’s going to plant himself in front of the computer and wait on call 24/7 for that mysterious young man to contact him!

...

Base.

"Uncle, sorry to trouble you."

Fang Yu said sincerely.

At the same time, he had a bit of wicked amusement in his heart, quite looking forward to what Lei Shenhao’s face would look like when his own old man forced him to drag a certain ID out of the blacklist on the forum.

But for now, he had to get back into the game first to make sure the team was safe—he’d already been away from the game a bit too long.

Out in the wilds, anything could happen. Even with Song Zhenrong sitting in town, he still wasn’t all that at ease; after all, Song Zhenrong was still a bit lacking in strength.

He could probably handle ordinary demons and routine incidents, but if a powerful Great Demon showed up, he definitely wouldn’t be able to settle it.

Still, the party was on the official road, so it was relatively safer, and even if they did run into demons, the chances of a Great Demon showing up weren’t that high.

"It’s a small matter. It’s the stuff in the game about Xiao Jin that I’ll still have to trouble you to keep looking into. The people I have on my side are of limited use."

Qi Sheng had always known that in the game, his real trump card was still Fang Yu, not that bunch of professional players he kept on payroll.

Those guys could only play a supporting role. The one who could truly deliver the decisive blow, the only one qualified to save his daughter, was still this young man in front of him.

"Don’t worry, Uncle, I’ll definitely find a way to track down Lian Xiaoya!"

Fang Yu had always thought Lei Shenhao was that kind of really loaded rich guy.

But after what happened today, he realized that Lei Shenhao’s first-gen-rich old man didn’t actually seem to rank that high in the rich-guy circle...

Because Qi Sheng had to pass the news layer by layer, probing down from the circle of tycoons he was in, asking downwards step by step, before he finally managed to dig up the contact info of Lei Shenhao’s old man.

Turns out even among local tyrants, there are class differences...

And if even first-gen-rich Mr. Lei wasn’t considered high-class in that circle, then as a second-gen rich, Lei Shenhao naturally wasn’t all that insanely loaded either.

Of course, compared to regular people who play games, it was still a complete cliff-drop of a gap; normal folks wouldn’t be able to tell who was more backed anyway.

Now that things were settled, Fang Yu could also relax and get back into the game.

His body disintegrated, and Fang Yu vanished from reality.

Not long after, on the computer Fang Yu had left on, the forum account he’d logged in with suddenly popped up a System Prompt, followed by...

"Reins Cangyue: ?????"

"Reins Cangyue: Who are you!!!!"

"Reins Cangyue: Who the hell are you!! Why do you have that much pull! Why did you even get the old man involved??"

"Reins Cangyue: The hell, grudges don’t involve family, you don’t understand the rules or what! Nobody in the circle plays like this!"

"Reins Cangyue: Fa!!! Q!!!!!"

"Reins Cangyue: The old man won’t let me log into the game now, he’s making me squat in front of the computer and wait for you to contact me! What do you mean by this??"

"Reins Cangyue: Bro? Reply, will you! Urgent urgent urgent! I still have emergencies in-game!"

"Reins Cangyue: ..."

"Reins Cangyue: Badass."

"Reins Cangyue: Bro, I was wrong, okay? I shouldn’t have put you on my blacklist, I was wrong, all right? How the hell was I supposed to know you were this capable, I really failed to recognize a big shot, okay?"

"Reins Cangyue: Aaaaaaaah! You’re driving me crazy! Right now I can only stand here on punishment in front of the computer—if I dare take half a step away, the old man’s gonna break my legs! You win, you win, just tell me what you want me to do, I’ll admit defeat, all right!"

The messages came in like a barrage of telegrams, but Fang Yu had long since left Blue Star.

...

Hoo.

Fang Yu opened his eyes.

He found something soft pressed against his chest.

Looking down, he saw Ding Hui curled up against his chest like a little fox.

Her steady breathing rose and fell; it seemed Ding Hui had also taken a second nap with him.

The inspection is over?

Fang Yu rose gently, trying his best not to wake Ding Hui, and stepped outside the tent.

As soon as he came out, Fang Yu was slightly stunned.

Things had changed.

The tents around them, and the people encamped, had undergone a huge shift.

Before, it had been a muddled mix; some people didn’t even have tents and had their whole families sleeping directly on the ground near his tent.

But now, one after another, tents far newer and many times more luxurious than his own had been pitched all around him.

The people inside those tents all had servants bowing and scraping; without exception they were wealthy gentry.

Seeing Fang Yu come out of his tent, several of them instantly grew excited and hurried over.

"Mr. Diao, I’m from the Hundred Eyes Trading Firm..."

"Mr. Diao, to get closer to you, I really spent a fortune..."

The scene made Fang Yu somewhat uncomfortable.

But this whole thing had ultimately been set in motion by him, and Song Zhenrong had surely already collected plenty of grain from these people, so Fang Yu still went through the motions and dealt with them properly.

These people were all old foxes; they could see Fang Yu’s impatience and perfunctory attitude at a glance.

But they didn’t mind. They were only here to say hello this time. Since they’d already secured their spots, they would have plenty of time along the way to slowly pester him and build rapport.

Yes, they were naturally trying to win Fang Yu over.

Setting aside that Fang Yu was now the main decision-maker in the convoy, his strength alone was enough for them to invest heavily.

Advance and retreat with proper measure; there would be time in the days to come.

And the way they chose the right moment to end the conversation did make Fang Yu feel a little better about them.

"Mr. Diao."

Song Zhenrong was walking over from the distance at this time, with several nervous-looking people following behind him.

Whether because they’d already dealt with him before or not, the ones camped nearby didn’t get up to harass Song Zhenrong.

"Where did you go?"

Fang Yu asked in puzzlement.

"I went on patrol, and at the same time used the grain we collected to hire some thugs and form a temporary Guard Team."

As he spoke, Song Zhenrong waved to the people behind him, signaling them to come over.

[Xian Sang: 15/15.]

[Ma Youshi: 11/11.]

[Cheng Xiao: 39/39.]

[...]

All of them were ordinary Martial Artists with under a hundred blood.

Fang Yu was puzzled.

What could these people do?

But very quickly, Song Zhenrong cleared it up for him.

"Their main job is to maintain order in the convoy. For now I’ve only managed to recruit this many, but I’ll keep expanding."

"Sir, I’m sure you know as well that with a convoy this large, it’s very hard to keep things stable if it’s just us managing it."

"Also, I’ve talked with those few people around us who can afford high prices; they’re willing to lend us their men to form the Guard Team to protect the convoy’s safety. Since they’ll be providing manpower in rotation, we also have to do a certain..."

Just as Song Zhenrong said this, his tone suddenly halted.

And without any reminder from him, Fang Yu’s gaze had already passed over him, looking into the distance.

Commotion and screams were coming from that direction.

A demon?

His heart stirred.

"You stay here and protect Ding Hui."