Lin Yao handed the spirit stones in his left and right hands to Pei Tianzong and Sun Woxing respectively. "You can choose your candidates for training Heaven-level cultivators as soon as possible. Once you've chosen, contact Zuo Jun. I'll be responsible for raising them to the Heaven-level. However, it's best not to let them fall below the peak of the Earth-level. Otherwise, if they advance too quickly, their cultivation level won't be very stable, and their future progress will be limited."
"Thank you, sir!" Pei Tianzong bowed deeply. This bow was for the sake of the entire Pei family, because a spirit stone meant that the Pei family would have a guarantee of strength for the next few generations until the spiritual energy in the spirit stone was exhausted. Otherwise, the Pei family's position among the four great families would be a sure thing and a matter of course. "The candidate is Pei Yuan. You have met him, sir. He is the successor of the new generation of the Pei family."
Lin Yao nodded, and then Sun Woxing's voice came through.
"Thank you, sir! The candidate from the Sun family is Sun Yitian. You have met him before, and we owe him a lot for helping him cure his qi deviation last time."
“Sun Yitian happens to be Sun Miao’s father. We can let that kid Sun Miao serve by your side, sir. It’s a way for him to fulfill his filial duty and repay his father’s kindness. Although he can’t be of much help, he can still run errands and do odd jobs.”
Sun Woxing had a well-thought-out plan. After thoroughly understanding Lin Yao's personality, he made a decision that Pei Tianzong could not replicate.
Sun Yitian is a cultivation genius of the Sun family. At just over fifty years old, he is naturally more suitable to advance to the Heavenly level than Sun Shangqing, the head of the Sun family who is over eighty years old, because he can protect the Sun family for many more years.
Sending Sun Miao to Lin Yao's side was a way of playing the favor card. Given the good relationship between the Sun family and the Yi family, there was no need to worry about spies or undercover agents when sending the Sun family's future star over. Most importantly, the Sun family could take advantage of their proximity. Once Sun Miao got close to Lin Yao, he wouldn't have to worry about advancing to the Heavenly level. Did Lin Yao really want people around him to envy his former companion Pei Yuan for becoming a Heavenly level expert?
The benefits of this decision are immense. Just look at how Yi Zuojun, a man of ordinary talent from the Yi family, was given a prominent position and gained tremendous advantages. The best course of action for the Sun family to send Sun Miao to follow suit would be to do the same.
Thinking of this, every cell in Sun Woxing's body was laughing, and his fat jiggled like waves, making him even more approachable.
The scene suddenly fell silent, and after a while, Yi Zuojun broke the silence, saying, "No need for that. I will serve you, sir. Don't worry about my Heavenly Rank status; it's nothing."
As soon as Yi Zuojun spoke, Elder Yi Potian immediately felt relieved.
There is no blood or marriage ties between the Yi family and Lin Yao; their friendship is built on honest interaction. If the Sun family were to interfere, especially by arranging an important position for him, future estrangement would inevitably arise and grow, even among the Sun family, with whom they have maintained a long-standing friendship. Yi Potian was unwilling to make such an arrangement.
Although he had previously planned to let Yi Zuojun, who had advanced to the Heavenly level, get away and arrange for someone else to serve Lin Yao, Yi Potian now preferred to keep a Heavenly level disciple hidden rather than let the "lucrative job" of serving Lin Yao fall into the hands of others. This was related to the future achievements of the Yi family and could not tolerate the slightest mistake.
Lin Yao smiled again and looked at Sun Woxing, saying, "It's been a long time since I've seen Sun Miao. Let him go to Beijing. When you have time, we can have some tea and chat together."
The implication was that Sun Miao would certainly not be treated unfairly. This message was equivalent to giving the Sun family an extra spot to advance to the Heavenly level. Upon receiving the hint, Sun Woxing immediately laughed and agreed. At this moment, he was possessed by a divine spirit, and his appearance and temperament were exactly like those of Maitreya Buddha.
By bringing in the Pei and Sun families, two of the most powerful families in the country, the alliance's strength immediately grew stronger than ever before.
Lin Yao felt much better and waved his hand.
"Let's go back. All the young masters from various families will gather in Chengdu in a few days. Everyone involved in the Minhong cause will be allocated nuclear power according to their level. Anyone who reaches the Earth-level realm can be allocated level four nuclear power, with unlimited supply!"
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Chapter 529 Who said we needed evidence?
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Wang Tao logged out, checked out, and logged off.
I took back nine yuan in change from the internet cafe owner. A bitter feeling welled up inside me.
"Still no reply, not even any verification information. Is God really blind? Is there no justice in this world?"
Wang Tao tightened his worn-out, smelly, dirty cotton coat, abandoned his idea of lingering in the internet cafe, and reluctantly returned to the street, leaving behind the frowning and disdainful looks of the internet cafe staff.
Leaving the internet cafe where the air was fresh, my legs, which had just started to warm up a little, began to ache again, due to the cold.
Winters in Chengdu are not very cold. Except for the rare cold wave that hit at the beginning of 2008, there has been no snow accumulation here for decades. But now, the streets are covered with a thick layer of snow, up to four centimeters thick. Even the Chengdu Plain, which is known for its geothermal activity, could not withstand this unprecedented cold wave, making life even more difficult for homeless people like Wang Tao.
A sharp pain shot through his stomach, a sign that his stomach ailment was worsening, but he could only helplessly endure it.
Gritting his teeth, Wang Tao decided to go to Pixian again. Even though there were crowds of people blocking the entrance to Minhong Pharmaceutical Factory every day, and even getting a spot closest to the gate was difficult, let alone being received by Minhong staff, it was his last hope. He had no other choice.
The family had nowhere else to turn and could no longer endure the days of barely surviving by scavenging mineral water bottles and aluminum cans from garbage cans in the city late at night.
How are my parents back home this cold winter? Are they cold? Are they being harassed and beaten by those wicked people...?
He rubbed his slightly sore nose. His tears had dried, but the grief in his heart remained heavy. The education he received from childhood had prevented him from having any thoughts of revenge against society, but as for his enemies, he wished he could tear them apart and eat their flesh, even if it meant dying together with them.
But his enemy was too powerful, living a life of debauchery and extravagance, frequenting high-end venues with tight security, and driving luxury cars. There was no chance of them dying together. The only time they met, they got within four meters of each other, when the enemy's so-called driver, who was actually a bodyguard, took them to the police station. They were then falsely accused and detained for fifteen days, where they suffered all kinds of torture.
Damn it!
Even the prisoners in the detention center were sycophants, wishing they could lick the feet of their enemy on the ground, and tortured Wang Tao to death. After being released, he lay in a hospital bed for two whole months before he could recover slightly.
After much deliberation, Wang Tao came to Chengdu, believing that Minhong Pharmaceutical was his last chance, and also his family's last chance. Whether his family could live well and whether they could take revenge depended on the outcome of this operation.
When Wang Tao arrived in Chengdu, he didn't expect the situation to be so different from what he had anticipated. There was always a large crowd gathered in front of Minhong Pharmaceutical's factory gate. Some people even brought their bedding with them, keeping a large group of Minhong employees busy maintaining order and investigating the situation.
These people were either family members with terminal illnesses who asked Min Hong for free special treatment, or families who were too poor to afford medical treatment and sought Min Hong's help, or people who had heard rumors from somewhere and came to Min Hong's charity fund specifically to ask for money under the pretext of poverty. Of course, there were also some who were obviously hired to cause trouble without knowing their background.
There were others like Wang Tao who came to seek redress, but their numbers were small. Like Wang Tao, these people were received and registered by Minhong's dedicated staff, but nothing came of it.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Wang Tao boarded a crowded No. 54 bus through the back door. Passengers around him scrambled to get out of his way, and a chorus of disgust and revulsion rose and fell. The pungent stench emanating from him clearly had the effect of a chemical weapon.
"Those in the back, swipe your card to pay." The driver started the vehicle and tossed the words behind him.
Several people who squeezed on from the back door passed their bus cards and change to the front of the bus one by one. Wang Tao remained unmoved. The disdainful looks and mocking words around him could no longer make him feel any shame. He just leaned against the pillar until he got off the bus.
After getting off the bus, Wang Tao, unable to contain his hunger, bought two one-yuan white flatbreads and tucked them into his pocket. This would serve as his lunch, dinner, and late-night snack, despite the heavy snowfall. He also decided to spend the night with the many petitioners in front of the Minhong Pharmaceutical Factory, hoping to be received by the occasional staff sent by Minhong in the evening.