Chapter 23

As Li Yi was chatting with Yun Haiyong, his phone suddenly rang. He looked at the number and saw it was from the cattle farm.

It turned out that the seeds from the eight farms had already arrived at the cattle farm. Zhao Da had also bought all the medicines Li Yi needed and piled them up in Du Leren's office.

Zhao Da's real name was Zhao Tianzheng. His father was called Zhao Yanghe, also known as the legendary Second Master Zhao in the gang.

In the early days of the gang, Second Master Zhao was the top enforcer under Boss Mi. Unfortunately, he died heroically in a group fight. He was the earliest casualty among the old generation, so from Boss Mi to Fourth Master Du, they all took good care of Zhao Tianzheng.

Among the new generation of the gang, Zhao Tianzheng was not the leader but the second-in-command. The leader was Boss Mi's daughter, Mi Ke. Now that Mi Ke was missing, he naturally became the new leader of the young generation.

Actually, Zhao Tianzheng had a strong aversion to Du Leren, especially since Du Leren's businesses lost money every year, which made him look down on him even more.

What are we? We are the Black Society!

A prestigious Black Society, if you don't engage in gambling, prostitution, or fraud, and instead lead everyone to raise pigs, cattle, and crops, isn't that embarrassing?

What's even more infuriating is that you're leading everyone to be farmers and still not making money, losing everything. What's the point of that?

"Now that Sister Mi is gone and Fourth Master Du's support is gone, it's time to think of a way to stop him. This guy is more of a liability than an asset. If he continues to lead, the entire gang will be sold out!"

Indeed, Zhao Tianzheng had long planned to rebel. The young generation of the gang was dissatisfied with Du Leren, who had zero economic ability. However, when Mi Ke was around, she didn't allow anyone to speak ill of Uncle Du, so everyone had to endure it. Now, the time for revolution had come!

Zhao Tianzheng just needed an opportunity, a chance to unite all the young people. The gang was already dominated by the young generation. Even if the old members continued to support Fourth Master Du, it wouldn't change anything!

To hell with these damned industries! We need to return to our old ways; that's our foundation!

"Hmph, President Li!" Thinking of Li Yi, Zhao Tianzheng's lips curled into a cold smile. "He looks like an even bigger wastrel! Fourth Master Du, cherish your chance to waste things, because your time is running out!"

When Li Yi arrived, Zhao Tianzheng didn't show any abnormal behavior but politely welcomed Li Yi into the office.

This office was where the gang usually held meetings, and it was quite large. At that moment, over twenty gang members were inside, laughing and playing around.

It had to be said that the gang members had low standards. In any regular company, no one would play so freely in front of their boss.

"President Li, I've bought all the medicines you asked for. Please check if they are suitable," Zhao Tianzheng said.

"Um!" Li Yi nodded and then picked up a bottle of medicine. "The concentration of this citrate tamoxifen is wrong. It's half the concentration I required. What's going on?"

"Ah?" Zhao Tianzheng's face changed.

When buying things, who doesn't take a cut? Many of the medicines Zhao Tianzheng bought were much more diluted than what Li Yi required, earning him a total of 8,000 yuan, which he casually gave to a girlfriend for an abortion.

However, even though the medicines he bought were problematic, you didn't even check them and immediately pointed out the wrong concentration. That's too much, right? Couldn't you at least glance at the label before making a conclusion?

Frustrated, Zhao Tianzheng blurted out without thinking, "Impossible, I bought them exactly as you specified!"

"Nonsense, bring out my list and check if you made a mistake," Li Yi frowned.

"List? I threw it away after buying the medicines. Who keeps that stuff?" Zhao Tianzheng sneered, thinking, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"An incapable fool!" Li Yi sighed and turned to Du Leren. "Old Du, this guy can't do anything right. What should we do?"

Du Leren, who was already a puppet controlled by Li Yi, walked over and slapped Zhao Tianzheng twice!

"Slap! Slap!"

Zhao Tianzheng's face instantly swelled up!

"Uncle Four, you!" As the son of Second Master Zhao, Zhao Tianzheng was used to being pampered and never expected Du Leren to hit him over such a small matter!

"Brat, what can you do? You even bought the wrong medicine!" After slapping him twice, Du Leren still felt unsatisfied and kicked him.

"Bang!" Zhao Tianzheng's body flew back and hit the wall like a broken sack.

"Fine you 10,000 yuan. Don't make any more mistakes next time!" Du Leren said.

On the other side, Gang Elder Zeng Laoba frowned when he heard this. "Fourth Brother, if Tianzheng made a mistake, hitting him is fine, but why fine him money? That's not the rule!"

"Hmph, what are the rules? Why do our businesses keep losing money?" Du Leren glared. "It's because of people like him who cause trouble!"

Seeing Du Leren angry, Zeng Laoba didn't say anything more but felt that Du Leren seemed different today, with a strange personality.

"Damn, Fourth Master Du, you incompetent fool, blaming me for your business failures. I'll make you pay for this!" Zhao Tianzheng cursed inwardly.

"Meow! Meow!" Mi Ke, unaware of Zhao Tianzheng's plans, saw her former junior brother being hit by Uncle Four and walked over to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, when Zhao Tianzheng saw Mi Ke, he punched her and shouted, "Get lost, you damn cat!"

"Meow!" Mi Ke, full of grievances, jumped back onto Li Yi's shoulder.

Li Yi quickly checked the other medicines and found that most of the concentrations were wrong. However, Zhao Tianzheng hadn't been too outrageous; he had bought all the required medicines without missing any. With some adjustments, the medicines could still be mixed.

"Bring those barrels over, I need to mix the medicines!" Li Yi said.

"Quick, bring the barrels!" Du Leren urged.

So, over a dozen gang members rushed out and brought the barrels to Li Yi.

These were large barrels used for feed at the cattle farm, making it convenient for mixing medicines.

The medicines were opened one by one and thrown into the barrels without Li Yi even looking. Soon, the barrels were half full of a strange mixture, emitting a peculiar odor that made everyone look at each other in confusion.

"Fourth Master, what is he doing? We spent a lot of money on these medicines, and now he's just ruining them!"

"Exactly, mixing them like this, what's left? It stinks!"

Some of the juniors couldn't help but complain to Du Leren.

"It's none of your business. Just do your work!" Du Leren glared at them.

After a while, Li Yi finished mixing the medicines and said to everyone, "Bring the wheat seeds over and soak them here!"

Seeing the barrels of medicine emitting thick green smoke, everyone hesitated. "Will the seeds still sprout after soaking in this medicine?"

Du Leren sternly said, "That's not your concern. Go get the seeds!"

With Fourth Master Du's order, everyone, though unwilling, had no choice but to go get the seeds.

The medicine Li Yi mixed was actually a unique catalyst created by the chemical reactions between different drugs, capable of directly altering the genes of the wheat seeds. After soaking in the medicine, the seeds were no longer just wheat seeds but a completely different plant.

Soon, the wheat seeds, soaked in the medicine, turned from a reddish-brown to black, looking as if they were rotten, making everyone frown. Only Li Yi nodded and said, "Good, very good!"

Zeng Laoba approached Li Yi and asked, "Young man, are you sure these will grow crops when planted?"

Li Yi replied, "You need to plow deeply. Deep plowing is essential for good crops. Plow to a depth of three meters. As for the yield, don't worry. As the saying goes, the bolder the person, the greater the harvest!"

Zeng Laoba sneered and said, "According to you, can we get 10,000 pounds per acre?"

"Of course not," Li Yi shook his head. "Guaranteed 100,000 pounds per acre!"

"Blow!" Zeng Laoba almost fell over. Is this guy from 1958? 100,000 pounds per acre, don't you fear losing your tongue to the wind!

Zhao Tianzheng's eyes showed a hint of malice.

Hmph, those seeds, burned black by the medicine, can hardly sprout, let alone yield 100,000 pounds. You're fooling no one!

Fourth Master Du, you actually believe such a young master. You're truly bringing this upon yourself!

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