The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 551 - 0: The Big Fish Is Here

Gao Wushan had a few leisurely days, waking Long Fei and Silly Biao every morning and taking them out for a run.

At noon, if there was nothing else to do, he would savor some tea, and in the afternoon, they would go out for another run.

Long Fei maintained a stance of not acting unless his opponent did.

While Gao Wushan was busy with his own matters, Long Fei was busy with his.

Over these past few days, he had gained some new insights into the art of weapon refining.

When he found the time, he planned to modify his Copper Cauldron, re-consecrate it, and filter out the impurities inside.

A tiny fluctuation in the metallic pattern could affect the uniformity of the heat applied, which in turn might lead to changes in the pill’s quality.

Though pill-making was an activity that greatly exhausted spiritual power and seemed to offer no short-term benefits,

it did improve one’s proficiency in handling spiritual power.

Moreover, it was like storing some backup resources for oneself during downtime.

At critical moments, these could be life-saving commodities.

The rarity of Pill Alchemists in the Cultivation World stemmed from this.

It wasn’t that the rules of Alchemy were particularly difficult; most people refrained from studying it because it was laborious and thankless work,

consuming spiritual power and interrupting one’s cultivation.

Their shortsighted thinking would eventually make them largely dependent on Pill Alchemists when their cultivation level advanced and they needed a lot of pills for nourishment, inadvertently elevating the status of Pill Alchemists.

A week later, the workshop, which had been relatively relaxed, suddenly became tightly guarded.

The doors were firmly shut, with sentries hidden outside and visible ones inside.

At noon, a large truck with a Zhongyuan Province license plate drove in and slowly backed into the warehouse.

Little Mustache, accompanied by about a dozen men, watched the proceedings. Two of them kept their eyes fixed on Long Fei, their expressions filled with mistrust.

Long Fei simply went back to his room and drank with Silly Biao; there was no need for him to stand outside and attract attention since he could see everything from where he was.

As the doors to the truck’s cargo bay swung open, soybeans poured out like rain, cascading into the warehouse.

The cargo was entirely soybeans intended for making tofu.

Mixed in, however, were items encased in plastic, which the workers showed no interest in until those items began to emerge. They immediately jumped onto the truck and carried the items off one by one.

These items were quickly transported to the back of the workshop.

The caps of the plastic containers were removed, and their contents were swiftly emptied into a processing pool.

The liquid, the color of milk and very thick, drained into the pool.

After being filtered through the pool, it still needed to go through high-temperature evaporation upfront.

The fierce fire beneath heated it until it boiled.

All the workers, approximately twenty to thirty in number,

worked with practiced ease, just as if they were producing tofu.

In just over an hour, the liquid evaporated, leaving behind a layer of white powdery substance.

The workers responsible for packaging immediately began to weigh and pack it, sealing each batch into airtight bags for preservation.

The entire assembly line processed over a dozen barrels of raw material neatly in one afternoon.

Long Fei could only describe the operation in four words: shockingly meticulous!

Many of the workshop’s workers were local women.

It was unclear whether they understood what they were processing and packaging as they repeatedly performed their mechanical tasks.

Expressionless, they resembled robots.

Long Fei estimated that this batch of goods weighed at least a hundred kilograms.

This was big business, its value probably amounting to a billion.

No wonder Gao Wushan had stayed quiet for a whole week, only to astonish everyone with his move.

Long Fei’s guess wasn’t wrong; indeed, Gao Wushan had made contact with a major customer from Guandong.

Now overseeing the operation through surveillance, he was very satisfied with Long Fei’s performance.

Gao Wushan didn’t want Long Fei to know too much about the gang’s trade secrets.

His intention of keeping Long Fei close was merely to have a reliable lieutenant to protect himself.

The night deepened, and nobody usually patrolled outside, but today there were quite a few people snapping pictures.

Not just in the yard, but on the rooftops as well.

The people here understood very well that it was a matter of life and death.

Silly Biao had been plied with drink by Long Fei and was snoring loudly, sprawled out in bed.

Long Fei stared at the ceiling fan above his head, where a surveillance camera was glaringly obvious.

Whoever installed this must have been a moron—they didn’t even try to hide the damn camera.

Long Fei got up and turned off the light.

Groping in the dark, he wrote down everything that happened today and released a paper crane through the window.

The paper crane had not been flying long when there was a startled exclamation from the rooftop, "Eh, what’s that?"

Long Fei’s brow furrowed with concern, and with a wave of his hand, he made a turning motion.

A sudden gust of wind on the rooftop whisked the person keeping watch right off the edge.

With a thump, the man fell with a cry of pain.

The people in the yard hurriedly gathered around, as Little Mustache also came out, cursing at him, "Fuck your mother, can’t you be quiet?"

The fallen man, clutching his leg, bit his tongue and remained silent.

Little Mustache inquired, "What did you see?"

The man yelled, "A bird, a white bird."

People climbed onto the roof immediately and shone flashlights all around.

This goddamn Black Mountain wilderness, where birds and beasts had long since disappeared—where would there be any birds?

"You’re really fucking blind!"

Little Mustache cursed and ordered the man be taken down for treatment, even making a point to peer in through the window at Long Fei and Silly Biao. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

The white bird didn’t fly away, but settled in the bushes, waiting for the crowd to lose interest before it flapped its wings and left.

Long Fei muttered under his breath, realizing that he had underestimated the sharp eyes of the people and almost blew his cover.

In the female dormitory of Binhai University, Ding Xue had not received a message from Long Fei for a week.

She sat lost in thought on the balcony, nearly going mad these past few days.

Without any news from Long Fei, the action team was equally anxious.

Several officers, worried that Long Fei might already be dead, demanded an immediate raid on the Tofu Workshop.

It was Wei Dongming who calmed these people down, saying that before the storm comes, all is calm.

He advised everyone to wait patiently as results would soon be forthcoming.

The girls in the dormitory, watching the commotion outside, teased each other, "How many days has it been?"

"About a week, right?"

"Geez, this one’s taking a really long time."

"Who’s the queen bee waiting for?"

"Who knows? Maybe they have some secret code between them?"

"Ah, a woman in love!"

They chattered and discussed enthusiastically for a while and, after lights out, each fell asleep one by one.

Ding Xue was about to give up and get ready to go to sleep.

In the night sky ahead of her, a small white paper crane fluttered its wings, seemingly illusory, as it flew toward Ding Xue.

Ding Xue’s eyes widened, her throat constricted with emotion, and in her heart, she felt so sour she wanted to cry.

She was so excited, she nearly jumped up, quickly stretching out her hand to let the paper crane land.

After opening it, it read, "Investigate immediately Southern Ridge Province license plate 5395. Today it brought over a hundred pounds of goods, likely a major transaction."

Following that message, another line read, "Don’t fall for me—I am but a legend."

"Dead man, jerk, bastard, full of crap!"

Ding Xue, as if stupefied, alternated between crying and laughing, closed the paper crane, and immediately pulled out her phone to report to the action team.

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