Chapter 287 - Chapter 287: Chapter 286: Let's Make Friends

Chapter 287: Chapter 286: Let’s Make Friends

Facing Yang Jian’s cowardly statement, like someone who had made up his mind to act like a turtle shrinking its head, Zhao Jianguo, Li Jun, Wang Xiaoming, and even Deputy Minister Cao Yanhua were speechless inside.

This guy is arrogant and conceited, which isn’t scary given that Yang Jian now has the strength and capital. Yet instead of acting like a tiger out of its cage, he chooses to lie low like a little puppy. What’s the meaning of this?

The other ghost masters didn’t understand the true contents of this incident, thinking Yang Jian just got lucky. But they knew the truth.

Professor Wang didn’t play a big role in it; locking up the Hungry Ghost was all down to Yang Jian’s own efforts.

And they couldn’t expose Yang Jian’s act of feigned weakness, as after this incident, he had risen to become a potential top warrior at the ghost masters’ headquarters. No matter what actions were taken or decisions made, they had to consider his feelings and position.

“Why don’t you keep being arrogant? I had even allowed you to suppress the other ghost masters forcefully, to secure your own status. So, what’s the point of backing down now?”

Zhao Jianguo felt somewhat stifled inside.

Zhao’s plan was to have Yang Jian show his strength at the meeting, to deter the top ghost masters, and afterwards, to groom him as a high-end force for the ghost masters’ headquarters. The other overinflated ghost masters, now deterred, would definitely respect him, which also benefited the future captain’s plan.

But Yang Jian’s show of cowardice meant he didn’t want to be excessively noticed.

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It also looked like, from now on, he planned to just live his life in Dachang City, his little corner of the world.

Actually, it wasn’t just them who saw through the true nature of the meeting; Cao Yang, Tong Qian, and earlier, Xiong Wenwen also started to realize Yang Jian’s thoughts.

“He feels he’s gained too much credit, which will bring him future troubles, so he wants to use this meeting to downplay his achievements as much as possible, to lessen his influence within the circle.”

Tong Qian understood his thoughts while looking at Yang Jian’s behavior.

As one of the few ghost masters who had cooperated with Yang Jian, Tong Qian knew very well his abilities and his character.

Cautious to the point of almost paranoid.

However, it was precisely because of this character trait that his chances of survival were far greater than others.

“This is tough. Yang Jian doesn’t seem to want to stand out. From his assessment report, we can see he’s this type of person. If the Hungry Ghost incident hadn’t happened in Dachang City, I guess he wouldn’t have even asked about it,” Zhao Jianguo felt a headache coming on again.

Other ghost masters only need to figure out how to control fierce ghosts, whereas he has to consider how to deal with these ghost masters.

“Under indirect probing, Yang Jian chooses to hide information, even refusing to discuss the events of those days,” thought Cao Yanhua, the minister, who had a different perspective from Zhao Jianguo.

He was trying to get some important intelligence out of Yang Jian during the meeting when Yang made his report.

After all, Yang Jian now had a different status and identity. He couldn’t use forceful methods to extract intelligence in the name of headquarters, lest Yang Jian feels uncomfortable and decides to resign outright.

If he resigns, Cao Yanhua thought his position as a deputy minister would also be over, time for retirement.

He could only use gentler methods, even ones that were imperceptible, to make Yang Jian speak willingly.

But the results were terrible.

As for Wang Xiaoming, he just sat there as a spectator, as if nothing concerned him. Even when Yang Jian did his best to deflect all the credit onto him, he didn’t make a sound.

But it was this tacit approval that made the other ghost masters think the resolution of the Hungry Ghost incident had little to do with Yang Jian.

Yang Jian just lent a hand; the real hidden hero was Professor Wang.

If I were in his place, I would manage too!

Many people harbored this thought, feeling a bitter resentment as if the worthy were away, and the unworthy were gaining fame.

After all, Yang Jian had joined the ghost masters not long ago, and he was still a high school senior. How could he compare to the others in terms of experience, age, or fame? How could he resolve an S-level supernatural event?

“So there’s not much for me to say about this operation report. If there’s anyone who knows better, it’s Professor Wang. He’s the one who made the confinement plan. I just followed the plan. There are some questions I really can’t answer. As for why it was successful in the end, I don’t know either. I just followed the plan step by step, and in the end, the Hungry Ghost was locked up,”

Yang Jian spread his hands, looking somewhat bewildered as he spoke.

In front of his cowardly statements, praising Wang Xiaoming, even those who were dissatisfied with Yang Jian could hardly make a scene.

He had, after all, achieved something and was being so modest; there was no reason to nitpick.

“No matter how Yang Jian tries to downplay his achievements, this Hungry Ghost incident is definitely not simple. I couldn’t even enter Dachang City, and how could the ghost’s Terror Level be low? The minister had to go abroad for help, and Yang Jian’s file has been re-encrypted and sealed. Many secrets we don’t know are hidden within,”

“We must keep an eye on this ‘Ghost-Eye’ Yang Jian. If he doesn’t die from the resurgence of fierce ghosts, he will definitely be among the top ghost masters in Asia.”

But not all ghost masters believe Yang Jian was just lucky—some speculate that Yang Jian deliberately put on this act to continue being low-key, hiding himself to avoid being targeted.

A mission debriefing ended amidst Yang Jian’s blather.

Yang Jian left the podium and returned to his seat, continuing to be a spectator munching on melon seeds.

“You’re really lucky, earning such credit. Whether it’s promotion, status at headquarters, or resource allocation, you’ll have a great advantage. In a few days, the headquarters might even award you a Ghost Candle,” said an international ghost master next to him with a sneer.

The “Ghost Candle” he referred to was the red one that could withstand attacks from malevolent spirits, not those mass-produced white Ghost Candles.

Yang Jian wasn’t angry, just chuckled, “Surviving is already good enough, any reward isn’t that important.”

He felt like he was talking nonsense, if Wang Xiaoming didn’t give him two Ghost Candles this time, it really wouldn’t be fair for all the effort he had put in.

“That’s true, but are you interested in making a deal with me? I’m quite concerned about the Ghost Candle; how about you sell it to me after you get your award from the headquarters? I won’t let you suffer any loss,” the ghost master proposed, “How about ten billion, plus my annual Gold quota?”

“Besides, I’d also like to make friends with you. If any spiritually abnormal events happen in Dachang City, which you are in charge of, you can ask for my help. Here’s my business card.”

He then handed over a business card.

The card bore a name: Lin Long.

And beside it, a private mobile number.

“I also need that item and am not interested in selling it for now, I’m really sorry, Lin Long, the ghost master,” Yang Jian said.

The Ghost Candle was a Strategic Level resource; when facing spiritually abnormal events, with the Ghost Candle, one could be bold with the wind and turn the tide against it. Anyone selling it would be a fool.

“Sometimes making a friend is better than having another enemy, don’t you think? Yang Jian,” Lin Long said, placing a hand on his shoulder and suddenly squeezing tightly.

It was as though he wanted to crush his entire arm, his tone full of threat.

Sure enough.

Even after becoming an international ghost master, the madness inherent in these ghost masters still couldn’t be concealed. Even here in the conference room, in front of so many people, he did not show any respect for Yang Jian, the meritorious ghost master.

The others, seeing this scene, looked on with interest, silent.

A collision between the new and the old generations of ghost masters.

Lin Long was considered a senior in this line of work, while Yang Jian was just a novice who had barely started, though he had the merit of solving a Terror Level spiritually abnormal event, whether he truly had the skills was yet to be seen.

So, it was good to see the outcome of this contest between the two.

“Anyway, I’m someone who has tamed two ghosts; could you give me some face?” Yang Jian said.

“If you agree to my request, we’re still friends, and we can have fun together in the future,” Lin Long said with a sly smile.

Yang Jian replied, “Then I don’t want to be your friend.”

“Won’t you reconsider? If we can’t be friends, we might become enemies,” Lin Long said.

Yang Jian thought for a moment.

At that moment, Wang Xiaoming said, “Calm down a bit, take the big picture into account. He’s also a meritorious ghost master, and right now, with the frequent spiritually abnormal events, infighting is a very irrational act. Stop this kind of conflict immediately.”

“Professor Wang, don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, and I’m just discussing business with Yang Jian privately; that shouldn’t be the headquarters’ concern, right?” Lin Long said with a smile.

“Sorry, I wasn’t talking to you,” Wang Xiaoming said.

“What?” Lin Long’s smile froze on his face.

At that moment, Yang Jian said, “I thought about it for a moment and really don’t think I can be friends with you. If we can’t be friends and will become enemies, then I might as well deal with you right here and now, to avoid future troubles from you tripping me up. Tell me, how deep do you want to be buried?”

The moment his words ended, the skin on his forehead was torn open by something, and a bizarre crimson eye fixed its gaze on Lin Long.

Lin Long was stunned and hadn’t yet reacted when Yang Jian’s arm twitched slightly.

“Crack~!”

The arm that had been resting on his shoulder had snapped off completely.

Not feeling any pain, or even noticing anything strange, Lin Long’s body was like a block in a puzzle, a piece arbitrarily removed.

“What?”

Looking at the arm that had fallen to the ground, Lin Long was shocked.

This Yang Jian wasn’t he known as Yang Jian of the Ghost Eye? Shouldn’t his eyes be the primary concern, how could it be like this…

“The ability of the second ghost.”

Lin Long immediately understood, his face contorted with ferocity, and instinctively wanted to retaliate.

He wanted to see if Yang Jian genuinely had the ability to solve a Terror Level spiritual event.

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