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Chapter 121: Money is the courage of heroes

Seeing Fang Cheng's confused look.

Ma Donghe then slowly explained the situation:
"We recovered a total of 30 rifles, 17 submachine guns, two light machine guns, and four night vision goggles from the warehouse."

"We can't sell all this stuff at once because it's too big a target and it's easy to attract attention. And we'll also be forced to lower the price by those unscrupulous guys."

"At present, Yingjun and I have disposed of half of the rifles and seven submachine guns through reliable channels, with a total income of 640,000 yuan. The more valuable light machine guns and night vision goggles are still in stock as a bottom-stock."

"Also, the two things you took from Wu Shihao's office, the pure gold Maitreya Buddha, I plan to melt it into gold bars before selling it."

"The other one is an antique. It's hard to dispose of it for now. I have to wait for a while to find a buyer and get an estimate of the price..."

Looking at Ma Dong Hyuk carefully calculating the accounts, he looks like a new generation of underground arms dealer.

Fang Cheng thought about it and said:

“Dong Hyuk, Ying Jun, you two take this money first. Just sell the things I brought back for the money and give it to me.”

Ma Dong Hyuk raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and was a little angry:

"Ah Cheng, if you still regard me, Ma Dong Hyuk, as a brother, take back what you said."

Then, he took a deep breath and said calmly:

"Let's not talk about these guns and equipment. You risked your life to kill the Red Tiger Gang members to get them."

"If we really want to calculate the accounts carefully, the troubles of the Red Tiger Gang were all caused by me alone, but you saved my life twice in a row."

"Brother, let me put this here. From now on, you are my, Ma Dong Hyuk's, closest brother. If you tell me to go east, I won't go west. If you tell me to kill a chicken, I won't kill a sheep..."

Hearing him express his thoughts so passionately, Fang Cheng couldn't help but open his mouth, trying to persuade him.

Ma Dong Hyuk immediately stretched out his hands and quickly took the money from the seat.

"Well, you take 80%, and Yingjun and I take 10% each. It's enough to be paid as an errand boy."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng didn't say anything else.

This was originally an unexpected fortune, and it would be inappropriate to divide it too clearly.

"Row."

Fang Cheng nodded immediately, took out his share of the money without hesitation and put it in his bag.

Fifty stacks of hundred-dollar bills filled the bag in an instant.

With this huge sum of money coming in, Fang Cheng suddenly felt much more confident.

Suddenly, I remembered an old saying:

"Money is the courage of heroes, and wealth and honor are sought in danger!"

However, as soon as the thought came to my mind, I immediately threw this unpleasant remark out of my mind.

So as to avoid making himself look like a gangster who had just robbed a wealthy family and was dividing the loot with his accomplices.

Fang Cheng collected the money and looked at Ma Dong Hyuk calmly:

"Dong He, you are so famous now, hasn't the Red Tiger Gang continued to cause trouble for you these days?"

Ma Donghe's excitement gradually calmed down at this time, and he shook his head:

"I asked around on the street for information. They seem to have determined that the police were investigating the case and attacked the warehouse. It is said that there was a special search team involved. I guess they also regarded me as an undercover informant for the police."

"So now I dare not act rashly, I am just busy distancing myself from Wu Shihao."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but think of the two mysterious guys in combat uniforms with their faces covered.

"Since they have chosen to keep things quiet, let's not stir up trouble again. It's best to stay calm during this period."

Listening to Fang Cheng's instructions, Ma Donghe nodded repeatedly.

Now his attitude towards Fang Cheng is to obey his orders and be convinced.

Huangmao turned his head and looked at his elder brother in surprise.

I just felt that he was like a loyal little brother in front of Fang Cheng, well-behaved and obedient.

The two talked about this matter for a long time in the car.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at Ma Donghe's house.

"Old man, have you prepared all the chickens, ducks, fish and meat for me?"

Ma Dong Hyuk got out of the car, pushed the door open first, and shouted at the top of his voice, "You bastard, I told you to treat me, and you even want me to go to the market to buy the vegetables myself."

Ma Jianguo's voice came from the yard.

He squatted in the patio, holding a kitchen knife and preparing to kill a chicken. He gestured at its neck but couldn't bring himself to do it.

Seeing Fang Cheng coming in with his son, he immediately stood up, not even caring about the lively rooster, and greeted with a smile:

"Ah Cheng, you're here, come on, sit down and have a rest, have a cup of tea first!"

Ma Donghe glanced at the flustered old man, shook his head and sighed.

Then he grabbed the rooster that had escaped, lifted it up by its wings, and said to Fang Cheng:
"Ah Cheng, please sit down for a while. I'll go to the kitchen to cook a few dishes. We're going to have a good meal today."

Fang Cheng asked with a little surprise:
"You actually know how to cook?"

Ma Dong Hyuk grinned, not without pride:

"Haven't you heard the saying, 'If you have a big head and a thick neck, you're either a boss or a cook? My dream used to be to be a chef. Just wait and taste the delicious food I'll cook for you!"

"I'll help you."

Fang Cheng immediately rolled up his sleeves, showing his eagerness to try.

"How can this be possible? You are our honored guest. It is against etiquette for you to cook for us!"

Upon hearing this, Ma Jianguo hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

Ma Dong Hyuk also shook his head and refused.

Seeing the father and son's firm attitude, Fang Cheng had no choice but to give up and put away the idea of practicing his skills.

Ma Dong Hyuk and Chen Yingjun went to the kitchen to work.

Fang Cheng sat in the yard, drinking tea with Ma Jianguo and basking in the sun.

It’s just that the old man looked at people with too much enthusiasm, which made Fang Cheng feel a little uneasy.

It’s not Ma Jianguo’s fault for behaving this way.

Ever since Ma Donghe assisted the police in cracking a major human trafficking case and made the news on TV.

The government also sent someone to the house to present the "Good Citizen Award for Brave Acts of Justice" with drums beating.

Ma Dong Hyuk's status in the family improved rapidly, and he became arrogant in his words and actions at home.

At the same time, it also made Ma Jianguo, an old man who complained all day about his son's lack of ambition, feel very relieved.

When I take a walk in the village and chat with fellow villagers, my back is much straighter.

That's why I thought of setting up a family dinner and asked my son to invite Fang Cheng over to express my gratitude.

Seeing that the old man was staring at him and asking about his well-being, Fang Cheng suggested that Ma Jianguo check the results of his recent training.

Upon hearing this, Ma Jianguo readily agreed.

Fang Cheng then stood in the middle of the yard, ready to fight.

Then he raised his hands, waved his palms, lifted his knees and took a step forward, and performed a set of 24-posture Ma style Tai Chi in a relaxed and graceful manner.

Ma Jianguo, the head of the sect, saw it all and nodded slightly, looking quite satisfied.

However, he also pointed out and corrected some minor problems in Fang Cheng's connection of moves.

Afterwards, Fang Cheng took a horse stance again and took the opportunity to ask him about some doubts he encountered when practicing standing meditation and breathing techniques.

I benefited a lot from the drill and discussion.

Fang Cheng put away his training posture.

Seeing that the kitchen was still busy, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he asked a question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time:

"Uncle Ma, is the visualization method used in Qigong practice similar to the usual sitting meditation?"

Ma Jianguo was slightly startled when he heard this, and asked back:
"Do you know why I didn't let you try the visualization method first?"

Fang Cheng shook his head.

Ma Jianguo took a deep breath and then said:
"Because visualization is a hundred times more dangerous than ordinary meditation!"

(End of this chapter)