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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Jing He plucked a kernel off the corn cob. “Look at this kernel. It’s fully golden yet crystalline—doesn’t it stir your appetite?”
Taking the kernel in her slim fingers, Mu Wanqiu held it in front of her eyes as she studied it carefully, her beautiful eyes overflowing with surprise. “It’s almost three times the size of an average kernel, and it looks like it has definitely gone through evolution… ah!”
As she spoke, Mu Wanqiu’s fingers had pinched the kernel firmly. Such a normal move would have been fine if she had been holding an ordinary kernel. On the other hand, Jiang He’s corn…
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Even a single kernel was supple. Its skin thin, its juice overflowing, and exceedingly tender. One soft pinch, and pop! It burst open, leaking milky-white juices and letting out a special, sweet corn scent.
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Jiang He’s eyes widened abruptly, but before he could appreciate the scene in detail, Mu Wanqiu had already wiped off the corn juice. Her finger was still damp with some corn juice, which she sniffed before sticking it into her mouth.
“Your corn could definitely be made into delicious juice,” she said, smiling.
Jiang He laughed heartily. “You would definitely look very beautiful when you drink it, Miss Mu.”
Mu Wanqiu looked confused. That reply was a little… unexpected. She did not know that Jiang He was secretly panicking, because to him, she seemed to be hiding something.
Nonetheless, Mu Wanqiu mused to herself for a moment and said, “I have to confirm whether your corn is really effective.”
Putting away the corn, Jiang He pointed at Wang Siyu. “A living example is right in front of you, or perhaps you believe that I’m swindling you, Miss Mu?” he said flatly.
“No, that’s not what I meant… You are a rank-four martial artist, and Miss Wang is an officer of the Bureau. Why shouldn’t I trust you? How about this? I’ll buy one of your corns to test it out. How much for one?”
Jiang He held up five fingers.
“Five hundred grand?” exclaimed Mu Wanqiu, her eyes widening in shock. “For one cob of corn? Why don’t you rob a bank instead?”
In response, Jiang He shouted out of the door, “Dumbo, see off our guest.”
Bow-wow-wow. Barks echoed.
Dumbo darted into the room and stood up like a human, waving its two front paws in a ‘please’ gesture.
Mu Wanqiu’s short fuse was about to ignite. She took a deep breath… revealing that her chest was as flat as plains. As such, she could only quell her frustration.
“Mister Jiang, how much for one corn? I will buy it. Or is that a no-go now too?” she asked.
“Five hundred thousand, non-negotiable,” said Jiang He as he gestured for Dumbo to back away. “Firstly, I can promise that the corn works, and my crops come with a no-pollutant assurance, no side-effects, and a lifetime warranty. Moreover…”
He paused, looking Mu Wanqiu up and down before continuing, “From the looks of your figure, you must have used the stuff available on the market, yes? Were they even effective? By my estimation, you only need three or four of my big corns to get up to Wang Siyu’s level.”
Musing to herself for another moment, Mu Wanqiu then quickly said, “Alright, I’ll buy one for now, and I’ll buy more if it proves effective.”
In truth, she had realized that she was going about this all wrong. Given the usual worth of a cob of corn, anyone would have reacted like she did. But if this corn did indeed have the effect that Jiang He promised, this was an appropriate price.
“Good deal!”
As Jiang He handed the peeled cob of corn to Mu Wanqiu, she said, “The money will be transferred to your bank account later.”
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But even as she spoke, she shot him a vicious glare. Jiang He had frustrated her to no end all day long, and now she was being seen off by a dog… although the dog was quite interesting too.
Nonetheless, Jiang He flashed a calm grin. “The saying that the customer is always right doesn’t apply to me, Miss Mu. Glare at me again and I won’t sell you any corns.”
“You…”
Left gritting her teeth in fury, Mu Wanqiu strode to her SUV angrily, slamming her foot down on the pedal and speeding away.
Meanwhile, Wang Siyu was left stunned by Jian He’s actions. “Five hundred thousand for one cob of corn… Is your corn really worth that much, Jiang He? Doesn’t that mean I ate up a million dollars after having two?” she muttered.
Jiang He, however, was in a pleasant mood after enjoying a very fruitful day, which was why he simply laughed out loud. “A million dollars is nothing… oh, right. Here, have two more corns, take it home with you.”
Wang Siyu quickly waved him off, blushing. “No, no. I shouldn’t eat anymore or I’ll have trouble walking… I’m off. You be careful, just in case she doesn’t let this go.”
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It was only after Jiang He saw Wang Siyu off that her words truly sunk in.
“Trouble walking? How did this lass turn out to be so good at being lewd?”
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Locking the gates from the inside, Jiang He then headed straight into his yard. It was one in the morning. The autumn winds were blowing and the moon was bright—the best timing for sowing seeds.
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Jiang He called out to Dumbo, who promptly stared digging, all four paws clawing through the dirt and soon carving out a small hole in a corner of the yard.
“Not bad.”
Jiang He threw a cucumber at the dog. He still had dozens of them, and since he had not yet decided whether or not he was going to sell them, he may as well feed it to Dumbo, developing his power so that he could guard the yard well.
“Still, there are many different types of Ferals out there, and having just one dog watching the house isn’t all that cool. If there’s a chance, I should get a rank-seven or rank-eight python, eagle or whatnot…”
Even as the thought crossed his mind, Jiang He turned on his System and exchanged his points for a nitrogen fertilizer. He still had more than half of his EXP bar to cover before his farm levels up, not to mention that he was consuming a lot of farm points.
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After learning the Nine Yang Technique and the First Style of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he had less than 200 points. And now, he had little over a dozen points left after exchanging for a nitrogen fertilizer.
“It seems that I should come up with something to earn more farm points and learn the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in its entirety…”
Fumbling through his pocket, Jiang He took out the bottle containing the three qi pellets.
“The most important function of the qi pellet is to replenish True Qi, but it can also be used to improve True Qi cultivation. Still, there is a limit to the cultivation improved, and one pellet would be equal to cultivating for three days. Given that one pellet is worth over a hundred thousand bucks, most martial artists would never be able to bear such costs.”
Hence, Jiang He buried a qi pellet and the nitrogen fertilizer with an expectant look. If he successfully managed to plant a qi pellet, he would really hit it rich. He would be able to directly plant and eat them like chocolates. Would his cultivation not soar to new heights then?”
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“Still, it’s a pity… when I start downing pills for cultivation, I would be denied the pleasures of the actual act of cultivation…”
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Meanwhile, at a certain mansion park at Linzhou City.
A middle-aged man dressed in western clothing was making a phone call.
“Lord heavenly general, I’ve just received word that Cordo has failed, and Duan Tianhe has returned to Linzhou.”
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