Chapter Ninety: The Money Lover
Old Master Wu originally wanted to stay a while longer, seizing the opportunity to build a good relationship with Yang Haoran. In his view, cultivating acquaintances with people of special abilities like Yang Haoran was more beneficial than harmful.
Moreover, he had learned from Ma Ling and Wang Yiming that Yang Haoran was an agent of the Underworld Office, and after death, all people fell under the Underworld Office's jurisdiction. Building a good relationship in advance would certainly still be useful when his lifespan reached its end.
He had originally decided to use this opportunity to give Yang Haoran a large sum of money as compensation, but doing so would be too obvious in its intent and might even backfire. So, after careful consideration, he decided to temporarily offer the same compensation as Ma Ling and Wang Yiming.
Fortunately, Yang Haoran's physical condition didn't seem too good, which gave him an opportunity to give more money. So, in addition to the two hundred thousand New Beginning Coins compensation, he gave an extra one hundred thousand as a compensatory payment.
Using the compensatory payment as an excuse to give an extra one hundred thousand made him very pleased. He watched as everything slowly converged towards his ideal outcome, but then Wu Xiaoxiao spoke, leaving him truly no face to stay any longer.
The two awkwardly exchanged a few words, then exchanged phone numbers, and Old Master Wu took Wu Xiaoxiao and left.
Before leaving, Wu Xiaoxiao apologized to Yang Haoran with an apologetic expression, then lowered her head and charged towards the luxury car like a human tank, thud, thud, thud.
After Old Master Wu and the other two left, Yang Haoran repeatedly confirmed their departure. Only then did he reveal his true nature, a smile blooming on his face like a flower. He pulled out the bank card from his pocket, enthusiastically kissed it a few times, then rubbed it vigorously against his chest, his face beaming with excitement.
Two hundred thousand in compensation, plus an additional one hundred thousand in extra compensation – that was a full three hundred thousand! All his savings combined didn't amount to that much. He had received so much from the Wu family in just one transaction, and getting stabbed had even earned him an extra one hundred thousand. How could he not be excited?
If he had to add a time limit to those three words, he would hope it was "don't stop."
For a money lover, every income that exceeded their expectations was a huge surprise. Yang Haoran was a genuine money lover, and the compensation Old Master Wu gave indeed far exceeded his expectations. He had originally thought a few tens of thousands at most would be the limit, but he never imagined he would get three hundred thousand. There was absolutely no reason for him to be unhappy.
"It seems I still underestimated the generosity of the rich. Having a few stinking coins is truly annoying, but I love it so much, haha!"
After vigorously rubbing the bank card against his chest, Yang Haoran carefully put it away.
"I never feel secure with so much money on this card. No, I must immediately transfer the money from this card to my own bank account."
At this moment, Yang Haoran was quite unrestrained. He was completely different from his usual self, but he didn't notice this. Even if he had, he wouldn't have cared, because he felt that the person he was at this very moment was his true self.
The bank card's password was written on its back. Yang Haoran had originally intended to try an online transfer, but after a moment's thought, he still felt it would be safer to personally go to the bank.
Once he made his decision, he didn't hesitate, immediately closed his convenience store and took a taxi to the bank. His movements were swift and decisive, without a trace of injury.
When Yang Haoran returned to his convenience store again, it was already noon. He had a smile on his face and was in a very good mood.
Old Master Wu's side was very quick. By the time Yang Haoran arrived at the bank, the additional one hundred thousand had already arrived. He didn't transfer it all out, instead leaving one hundred and fifty thousand on the card.
He only took one hundred and fifty thousand; the other one hundred and fifty thousand he planned to leave for Guan Hai.
Due to his physical discomfort, he had no intention of cooking for himself, instead ordering takeout. While waiting for the takeout, he called Guan Hai.
"Hai Zi, time to feast on some cash. " Yang Haoran said with a smile, his voice laced with a hint of temptation. At this moment, he had emerged from his money-lover state and returned to his usual demeanor.
"You're talking about the Wu family's compensation, aren't you?"
Guan Hai's voice was different from usual. Normally at this time, he would sound listless and half-asleep, but this time was an exception; his voice sounded very excited.
"Heh, you're pretty sharp, kid! You guessed it? " Yang Haoran said, surprised.
"Come on, big brother, recently, we've only taken one job from the Wu family. Isn't it obvious you're talking about the Wu family's compensation?"
Yang Haoran thought about it, and indeed, it wasn't that hard to guess.
"Two hundred thousand in compensation, one hundred thousand in extra injury compensation, a total of three hundred thousand. One hundred and fifty thousand for you, one hundred and fifty thousand for me. Fair enough, right? " Yang Haoran chuckled.
However, the truth exceeded his expectations. Although Guan Hai's voice still carried excitement and agitation, he rejected Yang Haoran.
"You don't need to give me the money. Keep it for yourself."
Guan Hai's words made Yang Haoran pause. He truly hadn't expected Guan Hai to refuse. In his impression, Guan Hai was not someone who viewed money as dirt.
As if guessing Yang Haoran's confusion, Guan Hai's voice came from the other end of the phone again.
"The Wu family was very generous. They also gave me two hundred thousand New Beginning Coins as compensation. While this money excited me, I didn't dare to take it carelessly; after all, I didn't help at all. However, the Wu family was firm and insisted that I accept the money. Having no other choice, I could only reluctantly accept it."
Yang Haoran's face showed disdain. Reluctantly, indeed! He clearly heard excitement in Guan Hai's tone; there was no trace of reluctance about it.
But this was also good. Since the Wu family had also given Guan Hai two hundred thousand in compensation, then he didn't need to split his own compensation in half. He certainly wouldn't complain about having too much money.
After hanging up the phone, the takeout arrived. After hastily eating, Yang Haoran went out again and transferred the remaining one hundred and fifty thousand from the card into his own account. Money, in his eyes, was a good thing. An extra trip meant an extra one hundred and fifty thousand on the card; he didn't find it troublesome at all; on the contrary, he enjoyed it.
A money lover's thoughts naturally cannot be measured by normal standards. Even if some things seemed completely unnecessary to normal people, in the eyes of a money lover, they had to be done; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to rest or eat peacefully.
It was already afternoon when he returned from the bank. For the rest of the afternoon, he didn't go anywhere, instead lying on his chair and flipping through a few books he had borrowed from Jiang Dashi.
Reviewing the old to learn the new, Yang Haoran learned many things from these books, which greatly helped him.
Among other things, he learned a lot about the use of the Soul-Gathering Bead. This Soul-Gathering Bead, which hadn't been very useful in Jiang Dashi's eyes, was no longer so worthless in his own eyes.
He learned how to shrink the Soul-Gathering Bead to make it easier to carry. In addition to that, he also learned a rather practical method.
The ghosts within the Soul-Gathering Bead could not transmit their voices outside it. Similarly, sounds from outside the Soul-Gathering Bead could not enter its interior. However, this was not absolute. After learning this method, as long as Yang Haoran wished, he could make the voices of the ghosts inside the Soul-Gathering Bead transmit outside the bead, and could even specify which ghost's voice would be transmitted.
Similarly, as long as he wished, he could also send his own voice and sounds from the outside into the Soul-Gathering Bead at any time, allowing all ghosts inside the bead to hear them, or specify for one or more ghosts to hear them.
Before understanding this method, he was unable to do this. But now, using this method was no longer difficult for him at all.
The fact that Yang Haoran was able to learn so much from Ning Longyang was precisely because he used this method. Otherwise, he would have had no other way besides releasing Ning Longyang from the Soul-Gathering Bead to question him. However, Ning Longyang was a Half-step Evil Spirit, and he wouldn't be foolish enough to release such a terrifying entity from the Soul-Gathering Bead.
Releasing Ning Longyang would certainly be easy, but getting him back into the Soul-Gathering Bead would be difficult. He didn't think he had the ability to capture Ning Longyang back into the Soul-Gathering Bead by himself.
Once Ning Longyang was released, let alone capturing him back into the Soul-Gathering Bead by himself, not dying at his hands would already be the best outcome.
Of course, he also learned from these books how to better control the Soul-Gathering Bead and how to conserve his own Spirit Power. For him, this was all benefit and no harm.
In the evening, Yang Haoran successively received calls from Ma Ling and Wang Yiming. When they asked about his recovery, they also decided to gather in a few days.
Yang Haoran didn't refuse. At the current rate, in a few more days, his injuries should be mostly healed, and going out and having some fun wouldn't be a problem.
Moreover, he also wanted to interact more with other extraordinary individuals to broaden his horizons and, ideally, learn some useful things from them. Therefore, he wouldn't just not refuse such gatherings; he would look forward to them.
In a flash, it was the end of the month again. Yang Haoran wore a suit, his leather shoes polished to a shine. After repeatedly confirming his hairstyle was perfect, he left the convenience store with his hands in his pockets.
This outfit was quite stylish, and he truly looked somewhat like a successful person. However, stepping out from the humble convenience store, he looked so out of place.
Yang Haoran didn't care. He believed this was only temporary, and before long, he would be able to change everything.
Beaming with satisfaction, he stepped into a taxi and headed straight for the South Lake Death God Temple.
Today was payday for them, the Night Watchers. A month's worth of effort would be rewarded today!
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