943 Justice Must Not Come Cheap! (1/2)
Little Fatty squawked, just a step away from fainting. He trembled harder, his flabby flesh quivering as well.
”This – uh… He… He's my idol… I – I…”
Yun Yang pondered.
A Supreme Saint Master? The exhibition Dong Qitian showed was indeed one of Supreme Saint's level, but Yun Yang had the feeling that he was not as simple as he looked.
…
”Come with me.”
Yun Yang hauled Little Fatty, who was still dazed, to the Residence of Nine Supremes' warehouse.
Qian Duoduo was still in a trance, mumbling, ”Oh my god… Happiness came out of nowhere… Oh, the Residence of Nine Supremes really has a limitless future… Sob… Boss, you're simply marvelous!”
”Shush,” said Yun Yang, ”I'm giving you another sum of money. Hurry up and recruit more talented individuals .”
”Money?” Little Fatty shuddered once he heard the word, snapping back out of his trance and threw anything about his idol and Supreme Saint to the back of his head. His eyes glittered.
”Where's the money? How much?”
Yun Yang did not reply, merely giving a wave of his hand.
As the noise of things brushing against each other resounded, the warehouse was instantly filled to the brim with spiritual jade pieces. Lower class spiritual jade pieces took up more than ninety percent of the entire warehouse while the rest of the space was filled with a hundred thousand pieces of middle-class spiritual jade and tens of thousands of upper-class spiritual jade shards.
”Wow…”
Money – Little Fatty had been agonizing over recent expenditures. The billions of lower-class spiritual jade pieces from the previous transaction were almost depleted. He was developing a headache trying to figure out how he could carry out his plan. Now that he saw a full warehouse of wealth, he was tongue-tied from how happy he felt.
Instinctively, Little Fatty touched the spiritual jade pieces lying around him, tears slowly forming in his eyes.
”This is awesome! It's money… My favorite thing… The love of my life…”
Yun Yang turned to face away, unable to watch Qian Duoduo's avaricious behavior.
”Snap out of it. Go buy some men.”
”Buy men? What men?” Little Fatty was confused.
”With our current reputation, our chances are slim if we wait for people to join us,” said Yun Yang, ”If they don't come to me, I shall go to them. Go and look for those… people-smugglers.”
Little Fatty's eyes shone.
”Good idea!”
”You don't have to penny-pinch, money's not an issue,” said Yun Yang, ”Obtain good seedlings from them at a high price, the more the better.”
”Yes.”
There were mainly two types of people-smugglers that they had mentioned. One was pure human traffickers, specialized in trafficking children to exploit them to steal or rob, or to sell them to begging groups or brothels, or to be groomed into brings with good spiritual physiques and sold for bigger profits when they grew up.
The other type of people-smugglers were those that specialized in collecting young disciples for sects and schools, supplying these children for selection by various Celestial Luck Banner sects, and earning a massive sum from their exploits.
Whichever type it was, it was essentially a transaction completely devoid of conscience.
As for the people-smugglers Yun Yang had mentioned, they included both types of traffickers. He wanted his goal achieved, regardless of the tactics employed.
”Don't be miserly in spending, but do have a limit. Build up a connection with these people-smugglers and buy men from them, paying attention to separate them according to their standards. Recruit those who are gifted to our sect, while for those less talented, let them leave with a sum of silver taels. If they're not gifted in cultivation base but are bright and possess a good nature, you can hire them for chores in the sect. Understood?”