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Seeing the confusion in Fang Cheng's eyes.

Ma Donghe then slowly explained the specific situation:

“In total, we salvaged thirty rifles, seventeen submachine guns, two light machine guns, and four night vision devices from the warehouse.”

“We can't sell all of this stuff at once, because it's too conspicuous and easily attracts attention, and those black-hearted guys will try to lowball us.”

“Currently, Yingjun and I have already disposed of half the rifles and seven submachine guns through reliable channels, earning a total of 640,000 yuan. The more valuable light machine guns and night vision devices are still being kept as valuable inventory.”

“Also, the two items you took from Wu Shihao's office, that pure gold Maitreya Buddha, I plan to melt it into gold bars and sell it.”

“The other item is an antique, which is not easy to deal with for the time being. We have to wait for some time to find a buyer and estimate a price…”

Looking at Ma Donghe's meticulous accounting, he looked like a new generation of underground arms dealer.

Fang Cheng thought for a while and then said:

“Donghe, Yingjun, you two should keep this money first. Sell the things I brought back and exchange them for money, then give it to me.”

Ma Donghe raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, somewhat angrily:

“Acheng, if you still consider me, Ma Donghe, a brother, then take back those words.”

Then, he took a deep breath and said solemnly:

“Putting aside these guns and equipment, you obtained them by risking your life and killing the Red Tiger Gang's people.”

“To be honest, the Red Tiger Gang's trouble was all caused by me alone, but you saved my life twice.”

“Brother is making it clear here, from now on, you are my closest brother, Ma Donghe. If you tell me to go east, I wouldn't dare to go west. If you tell me to kill a chicken, I wouldn't dare to slaughter a sheep…”

Hearing him express his feelings with such heroic spirit, Fang Cheng couldn't help but open his mouth, trying to say a word of persuasion.

Ma Donghe immediately stretched out his hands, decisively sweeping the money on the seat over.

“Like this, you take 80%, and Yingjun and I each take 10%, which is enough as a hard-earned fee for running errands.”

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

This was originally a windfall, and it wouldn't be appropriate to divide it too clearly.

“Okay.”

Fang Cheng then nodded and took his share of the money without any politeness, putting it into his satchel.

Fifty stacks of hundred-yuan bills instantly made the bag bulge.

With this huge sum of money in hand, Fang Cheng instantly felt much more confident.

Lest he really look like a bandit who had just robbed a wealthy family and was dividing the spoils with his accomplices.

Fang Cheng put away the money and looked at Ma Donghe with a calm demeanor:

“Donghe, now that you have such a big reputation, has the Red Tiger Gang continued to cause you trouble these past few days?”

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

“I inquired about the news everywhere in the underworld. They seem to believe that the police are handling the case, attacking the warehouse. It is said that some special search team was also involved. They probably regard me as an informant who is an undercover agent for the police.”

“So now they don't dare to act rashly, but are busy clearing their relationship with Wu Shihao.”

Hearing this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but recall the two mysterious guys wearing combat uniforms and masks.

“Since they choose to settle things peacefully, let's not cause any more trouble. It's best to be stable during this period.”

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

His attitude towards Fang Cheng now can be described as obedient and sincerely convinced.

Huang Mao turned his head in surprise and glanced at his elder brother.

He only felt that he had transformed into a loyal little brother in front of Fang Cheng, obedient and well-behaved.

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

Half an hour later, the car had already arrived in front of Ma Donghe's house.

“Old man, have you prepared all the chicken, duck, fish, and meat for me?”

Ma Donghe got out of the car, took the lead in pushing the door open, and shouted.

“You rascal, telling you to treat, and you still want me, the old man, to go to the market to buy groceries myself.”

Ma Jianguo's voice came from the courtyard.

He was squatting in the patio, preparing to kill a chicken with a kitchen knife, gesturing at its neck, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

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

“Acheng, you're here, hurry, sit down and rest, have a cup of tea first!”

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

He immediately grabbed the escaping rooster, lifted its wings, and then said to Fang Cheng:

“Acheng, you sit down for a while, I'll go to the kitchen to cook a few dishes. Today, we're going to have a good drink.”

Fang Cheng asked with some surprise:

“You actually know how to cook?”

Ma Donghe grinned, not without pride:

“Haven't you heard a saying, 'Big head and thick neck, not the boss but the cook.' My ideal used to be to be a chef. Just wait and taste the delicious dishes that brother will cook for you!”

“I'll help you.”

Fang Cheng immediately rolled up his sleeves, showing a eager look.

“How can this work? You are a distinguished guest invited to our home. It is not appropriate to go to the kitchen and work!”

Ma Jianguo said, quickly dissuading him.

Ma Donghe also shook his head and refused.

Seeing the firm attitude of the father and son, Fang Cheng had to give up reluctantly, putting away his thoughts of practicing his skills.

Ma Donghe and Chen Yingjun ran to the back kitchen to work.

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

It's just that the old man's gaze at people was too enthusiastic, which inevitably made Fang Cheng feel a little uneasy.

This is no wonder Ma Jianguo behaved like this.

Ever since Ma Donghe assisted the police in solving a major human trafficking case and appeared on the television news.

The government also sent people to his home to present a "Good Citizen Award for Bravery and Righteousness."

Ma Donghe's family status was thus rapidly improved, and he became arrogant in his words and deeds at home.

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

Usually, when walking in the village and chatting with the villagers, he would straighten his back a lot.

So he thought of setting up a home banquet, asking his son to invite Fang Cheng over to express his gratitude.

Seeing the old man staring at him and asking him about his well-being, Fang Cheng proposed that Ma Jianguo examine his recent practice results.

Ma Jianguo agreed with pleasure upon hearing this.

Fang Cheng then stood in the center of the courtyard, assuming a stance.

Then, he raised his hand and waved his palm, lifted his knee and strode, and performed a set of twenty-four forms of Ma-style Tai Chi with a relaxed and free posture.

Ma Jianguo, as the head of the sect, watched in his eyes, nodded slightly, and was quite satisfied.

However, he also made corrections to some small problems in Fang Cheng's move transitions.

After that, Fang Cheng also assumed a horse stance, using this to ask him about some doubts he encountered when practicing pile work and breathing methods.

After a series of exercises and discussions, he benefited a lot.

Fang Cheng put away his practice stance.

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

“Uncle Ma, is the visualization method practiced after entering the door of Qigong similar to ordinary Zen meditation?”

Ma Jianguo was slightly startled upon hearing this and asked in return:

“Do you know why I didn't let you come into contact with visualization methods first?”

Fang Cheng shook his head.

Ma Jianguo took a deep breath and then said:

“Because, visualization methods are a hundred times more dangerous than ordinary meditation practice!”