Mysterious Revival-Chapter 681 - 648 Conditions and Agreements

Yang Jian drove to work the next morning as usual, while the deadline for his trade with the Ghost Cabinet was now only one day away.

Tomorrow at noon, at twelve o'clock, would be the final deadline that he and the Ghost Cabinet had agreed upon.

"Ah, my head is killing me. If only I had known, I wouldn't have drunk so much yesterday." Jiang Yan complained nonstop as she got out of the car, holding her head.

Zhang Liqin smiled and said, "Couldn't you have drunk a little less? You just had to compete with President Zhang in drinking."

"You don't understand. This is about not admitting defeat, about showing my spirit through drinking," Jiang Yan said.

Yang Jian didn't speak; his gaze had already shifted towards the lobby on the first floor of Shangtong Tower.

Indeed, just as he had expected, Wang Xin and the others who had left yesterday were back again, and it seemed they had been waiting here for him to come to work since early in the morning. One had to say that this demonstration of sincerity was quite substantial.

"Hey, someone just transferred a lump sum into our company's account, let me see, one, ten, hundred... a total of five hundred million." Jiang Yan suddenly took out her phone, looked at the notification, and was a bit surprised.

She was the company's accountant, in charge of all the finances, and she would be the first to know of any incoming or outgoing funds.

"Someone made a mistake and has come today to offer an apology, so take this money with peace of mind. Also, seeing how hard you worked yesterday, I will reward you with two hundred thousand," said Yang Jian as he walked along.

Jiang Yan immediately narrowed her eyes with a smile: "Thank you, boss. Now I have money to buy clothes."

"Mr. Yang Jian, we have taken the liberty of coming to bother you again today."

As soon as they entered the lobby, Wang Xin immediately approached with his subordinates, all of them bowing deeply.

"I thought about it all night and have come to understand a bit clearer. I've received your compensation. Let's continue this discussion in my office," Yang Jian glanced briefly.

The guy who had pointed a gun at him yesterday was no longer in the group, probably having had an unpleasant day yesterday.

"Thank you, Team Yang," Wang Xin said with a look of immense gratitude.

Yang Jian gave him a glance. This guy was really quite forbearing. Yesterday, he had lost an arm due to Yang Jian, and though it wasn't life-threatening, he still presented such enthusiasm and respect today, which truly sent chills down one's spine.

Such a person was definitely ruthless.

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Impassive in expression, forbearing yet strong.

That strange Zang Hua had also had a profound impact on Wang Xin.

Shortly after.

Inside the office on the forty-fifth floor.

Yang Jian sat down on the sofa and then gestured, "Have a seat."

"Thank you," Wang Xin bowed again before sitting down with a flattering smile.

However, even though he was smiling, his body remained tense, displaying a certain inexplicable fear of Yang Jian. Of course, after losing an arm yesterday, the stakes might be even higher if today's negotiations were to break down.

"President Yang, I'll go make some coffee," whispered Zhang Liqin.

Yang Jian waved his hand, indicating Jiang Yan should also leave temporarily with Zhang Liqin, and then said, "What have you thought about my conditions from yesterday? If there's no sincerity, I don't think there's any need for coffee. Although I have been quite at leisure of late, I can't afford to waste it on you guys."

Wang Xin had evidently done some homework after returning yesterday. Clenching his teeth, he said, "First of all, I must express my deepest apologies to Team Yang. I truly was in the wrong yesterday, which is why I went back to report to the club's president after leaving. The president stated that if Team Yang agrees to help us handle the Ghost Door Knocker matter, any conditions will be met as long as it is within our power to do so."

"We will not go back on our word."

He thought that even if he paid a high price to get the intelligence from Yang Jian's hands, it might not be enough to handle the Ghost Door Knocker incident, after all, the terror of that ghost had been confirmed. Rather than that, it made more sense to up the stakes and ask Ghost Eye Yang Jian himself to take action.

In doing so, not only could they obtain the intelligence, but they could also request the help of a top-notch spirit controller, killing two birds with one stone.

The cost, even if it were higher, would still be worth it.

"Caught on, have you?" Yang Jian chuckled lightly.

It seemed that the president of the Exorcism Club did have some courage. Rather than buying intelligence and risking failure by sending another spirit controller to deal with the Ghost Door Knocker incident, it would be better to preserve the strength of the headquarters and spend a fortune on foreign assistance.

If successful, it would only mean the loss of some money.

If they failed, only the foreign spirit controllers would be compromised, without depleting the local ones.

But this approach also revealed a crucial piece of information—that the Exorcism Club in Japan was having a tough time too; otherwise, they wouldn't have fallen to the point where they needed to ask for foreign assistance even for a Ghost Door Knocker incident.

"So, I hope that this time Commander Yang will seriously consider it. Please." Having said that, Wang Xin immediately stood up, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground and began kowtowing to Yang Jian.

"President Yang, coffee."

At this moment, Zhang Liqin came over with coffee and said, "Jiang Yan says she's not feeling well and has gone to rest in her own office."

Yang Jian did not speak, simply lifting the coffee cup to take a sip, seemingly in thought.

Zhang Liqin looked at Wang Xin kneeling on the ground and the several subordinates behind him who had also knelt down, her expression somewhat surprised. She didn't leave but chose to sit beside Yang Jian, holding a recording pen and noting down the content of the negotiation.

"I've been renovating my house recently and am in need of building materials... How does one hundred tons of gold sound?" Yang Jian said.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xin's head shot up, his face filled with shock as he looked at Yang Jian, as if he had seen a ghost.

What a joke, a hundred tons? Did you really think it was a hundred tons of steel and concrete? That was one-tenth of his own country's reserves. If he really gave it away, it would cause a huge chaos, especially since there was a tremendous demand for materials like gold in the current situation.

"President Yang, did I hear that right, one hundred tons?" Zhang Liqin also gasped, surprised.

Yang Jian, somewhat puzzled, said, "Is that a lot? It might not even be enough to build a house, right?"

"So Yang Jian wants to use gold to build a safe house? No wonder the demand is so huge."

Wang Xin understood Yang Jian's ploy; he was clearly opening his mouth wide, intending to take a substantial bite out of their headquarters.

Yang Jian said, "Just now you said, whatever the condition, you'd agree, and wouldn't go back on your word. With your resources, a hundred tons should be manageable. I want to know if what you said earlier stands, or not? If you agree, then the deal is made, and I'll fly to Kobe City with you immediately. If you've just been toying with me, then it's the same as what I said yesterday."

"I'll throw you out of here."

"I... I need to consult the president; please give me five minutes," Wang Xin pleaded desperately, sweat beading on his forehead.

Despite the steep terms, Yang Jian's words still gave him a glimmer of hope.

"You have ten minutes," Yang Jian generously said, then leisurely continued sipping his coffee.

"My apologies."

At this moment, Wang Xin hurriedly took out his satellite phone and left the office, making a secretive call.

"President Yang, what kind of deal are you making with them? Your asking price is so high?" Zhang Liqin whispered at that moment.

Yang Jian laughed, "Handling a paranormal incident, their people fell through, and now they want me to settle it. If it's not handled well, lives could be lost. It's normal for me to quote such a high price. After all, it's my first job; I can't devalue myself. Otherwise, if others come to me for services at this price, it will be difficult for me."

"Well, in that case, maybe you shouldn't go. There's no need to take the risk. Isn't it nice to just go to work and then home every day? Anyway, you already have enough money; more wouldn't make much difference. You should rest," Zhang Liqin advised.

No matter the reason, she did not want anything to happen to Yang Jian.

"You make sense," Yang Jian nodded, not finding anything wrong with Zhang Liqin's words.

If he did nothing and just lived a peaceful life, not recklessly using the ghost's power, he estimated that the current balance could be maintained for over a decade, but the situation was changing rapidly, and no one could be sure what would happen in the future.

Yang Jian had a strong sense of crisis.

If he could not uncover the secrets behind the resurgence of the paranormal and seize control of the future, even wielding three ghosts, he believed he would struggle to cope with the circumstances ahead.

Similar to the previous managers who merely needed to control one ghost to become a city's manager.

But now, those who controlled one ghost were essentially cannon fodder.

This was because the paranormal events that were occurring had become increasingly terrifying, and the situation was spiraling out of control, as could be seen from what had happened in the last couple of months.

"However, you don't need to worry. I know what I'm doing. Just do your job well, and since you're with me, I'll naturally take good care of you," Yang Jian continued.

Zhang Liqin said, "That's not what I meant. I think your safety is the most important, and Jiang Yan also doesn't want you taking risks..."

Yang Jian waved his hand, signaling Zhang Liqin to say no more.

Because Wang Xin had just finished his phone call and come back.

"Mr. Yang Jian,"

Wang Xin approached, "I just consulted with the president, and we can offer up to fifty metric tons of gold. As compensation, we'll also throw in five additional Ghost Porcelains. As long as Mr. Yang ensures the Ghost Door Knocker situation is dealt with, we'll immediately send these items. However, the president also said that if Mr. Yang cannot handle it, we can only pay half the reward. May I ask what Mr. Yang thinks?"

"Your president is indeed smart, a skilled negotiator. The compensatory Ghost Porcelains will likely be consumed in paranormal events, effectively being used on your end. But your sincerity is somewhat appreciated, and it's much better than yesterday. I didn't really plan to take a whole hundred metric tons of gold from you all at once. It's normal to bargain in business. So, I won't make it difficult for you—give me two or three more people to assist, and I'll make the trip."

Yang Jian did not persist in negotiating further. His time was also precious; by tomorrow noon, it would be time to trade for the Ghost Cabinet.

There wasn't much time left for protection, so carrying on with any delay was pointless.

He had to move quickly to retrieve the item from the Door Knocking Ghost.

"Absolutely no problem. As long as Mr. Yang agrees, we will arrange for three people to assist you, and they will follow your commands to the letter,"

Wang Xin widened his eyes, feeling somewhat excited and believing himself to have snagged a great deal. He immediately bowed deeply, fearing that Yang Jian would change his mind.

Yang Jian said, "Stop wasting time with thanks—arrange the travel schedule instead. If you wish to drag this out, it's fine by me; after all, it's not our people who are dying."

"I'm truly sorry. I'll arrange for the plane right away, and I'll wait for Mr. Yang downstairs in thirty minutes," Wang Xin said.

Yang Jian waved his hand, "Alright, I know. You can go now."

Following the departure of Wang Xin and the others, Yang Jian went to his desk and took out a luggage bag from underneath.

What looked like a luggage bag was actually a corpse bag that could fit a fierce ghost.

But what it contained now were some of his travel items.

A golden pistol for scaring people,

with Yang Jian's marksmanship, if the target was a bit far, he would only hear a bang.

One death-dodging doll, although he had two in his possession, he chose to bring just one this time, to save for later.

Two white Ghost Candles.

There were no more red Ghost Candles; he had given the last ones to Miao Xiaoshan and Huang Ziya, and now he had no stock left. One of these days, he needed to press Wang Xiaoming for more.

One Ghost Child.

Yang Jian looked at the Ghost Child curled up in the luggage bag and hesitated, but considering safety, he still took it with him. After all, going into someone else's territory without a capable assistant could spell disaster—who would he reason with if things went south?

As for the other items, he was too lazy to check them.

"President Yang, have you really agreed to their request to deal with the Door Knocking Ghost incident?" At this time, Zang Hua downstairs heard the news and hurriedly ran upstairs to ask.

Yang Jian, without turning his head, zipped up his luggage bag and replied, "Does Cao Yanhua not want me to go?"

"Headquarters wants you to wait a while before going," Zang Hua said.

"In that case, I have even more reason to go. I don't dare touch the Ghost Painting; it's my natural bane, and the probability of dying inside it is high. Besides, I'm not going on vacation. Just dealing with one Ghost Door Knocker incident will be explanation enough for headquarters," Yang Jian said.

He had already died once in the Ghost Painting incident and wouldn't have escaped if not for the Eight-Tone Music Box.

Now that the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box had been lifted, he dared not get involved anymore.

Cao Yanhua's insistence on keeping him back was clearly for a critical moment to call upon him, but the more that was the case, the more he wanted to avoid it.

"Since you have made up your mind, I can't persuade you otherwise. Just be careful, and there's no need to be too tense about their Exorcism Club. They wouldn't dare pull any stunts with this case. They fear your death in Kobe City more than the Ghost Door Knocker incident, so at this point, both sides' goals are aligned," Zang Hua said, unable to intervene in Yang Jian's decision and conveying only the message.

"If I die, it would at least be an S-class supernatural event. Of course, they wouldn't dare mess with me. I still have that much discernment. Maybe they will even try to curry favor and get me to stay with them," Yang Jian said with a light laugh.

"I am still investigating Guo Tao's case. I believe there will be results when you come back. Whether he has disappeared or something else has happened, there will be a conclusion. Zhang Wei's actions have already begun today. I've contacted the person in charge over there, and they are very willing to help. I believe there will be no problems," Zang Hua hurriedly updated him on the previous matters.

"I understand. Let's talk about everything when I get back," Yang Jian replied.

At this time, Wang Xin, who had left Shangtong Tower, began to instruct his subordinates: "Hurry, hurry, hurry, everyone get moving. Arrange a charter plane, get it ready for takeoff within ten minutes. Contact the president, report the progress of this operation, and ask headquarters to send three members over to team up with Yang Jian."

"Yes, team leader."

The members began contacting and bustling about.

"Get a translator from the PR team," Wang Xin added.

"Team leader, do you have any specific requirements for the translator?" a subordinate asked.

Wang Xin thought of the two women who had been with Yang Jian in the office before and immediately said, "Young, pretty, and with big breasts..."

"Got it, team leader," the subordinate immediately began to make the arrangements.

"Now is not the time to be stingy with resources. Wang Ye, the team leader before his death, said that Yang Jian had the potential to become jade. Today, let us see what's so unusual about this man known as 'Ghost Eye.' Therefore, the safety of Kobe City today is entrusted to you all," Wang Xin said.

This operation was a gamble with his own life, fortune, and future at stake.

If Yang Jian's operation failed, Wang Xin figured he would have to commit seppuku as the team leader, so right now, he was truly in the same boat as Yang Jian.

Of course, should Yang Jian's operation succeed, then Wang Xin's promotion and salary increase were inevitable, along with a peak in his career.