Upon hearing Fang Ze's words, Director Pang's small eyes looked at Fang Ze, his round face full of curiosity, "How much do you want to sell?"
Fang Ze, "The market price is 10 million per gram, but it can't be bought. I won't double it for you. Just 15 million per gram."
"I can sell you 15 grams!"
"15 grams?!" This time, even the usually composed Director Pang was a bit surprised.
He couldn't help but give Fang Ze another look and joked, "Did you steal these accumulations from the Flower God over the years, or did you find Jiang Cheng's treasure?"
"There seems to be a lot of action at the Security Bureau recently, could it all be related to you?"
Fang Ze noncommittally said, "That has nothing to do with the transaction. Just tell me, do you want it or not?"
Hearing Fang Ze's words, Director Pang laughed and said, "Yes. Definitely yes. Just give me a moment."
As he spoke, he shifted his plump body, rose from his seat, and left the room to contact someone in charge.
Five minutes later, he returned and said, "It's a deal."
He checked the time and then said, "Let's wait here for a half-hour, the money will be delivered shortly."
Fang Ze did not refuse.
He actually had many questions about the Rejuvenation Society and wanted to ask Director Pang, now was a good time.
So, in that hour, Fang Ze carefully asked about some of the development experiences of the Rejuvenation Society and the organization's black hand one-eyed symbol.
According to Director Pang, the Rejuvenation Society was established very early, truly starting from forty to fifty years ago.
But after its establishment, it seemed that the Rejuvenation Society had always lacked significant development, and despite the President's hard efforts in developing the organization, the results were minimal.
Until eleven years ago, it seemed that the President of the Rejuvenation Society had found some treasure, and the strength surged dramatically, leading to the flourishing development of the Rejuvenation Society.
And the thirteen saints were also born during that time.
As for the organization's symbol, it was said to have been determined from the very beginning of its establishment.
Named "Eye of the Prophet," it signifies the ability to see through the fog of history and find the truths hidden by the dark hands of the past, personally designed by the President of the Revival Society.
However, within the Rejuvenation Society, there are other tales about this eye. They say that this eye is not so simple.
Many members, when they look at the eye at night, feel uneasy inside, as if some terrifying creature in the distant void is watching them emotionlessly...
More importantly, there is an internal rule within the Rejuvenation Society: no matter which member dies, his companions or superiors must leave the mark of the black hand one-eyed where he died.
The reason for this rule, they say, is to ensure that members are protected by the organization, whether alive or dead.
But...since the Rejuvenation Society is a secret organization, besides investigating the federation's secrets, its primary task is to remain hidden, such a rule is quite unreasonable.
Thus, many members are even more fearful of this eye.
Director Pang explained all this with a smile throughout.
Fang Ze quietly listened, then felt that all this further substantiated his previous suspicions.
The Rejuvenation Society definitely had issues, and it might really be related to Dahei Jialuo.
While carefully listening to Director Pang's accounts, Fang Ze also kept observing Director Pang.
Director Pang, although discussing very secretive matters, always had a smile on his face, as if he was neither worried nor concerned. It was as if he was talking about something unrelated to him.
Although he had "Dry Bones," a piece of bone equaling a Clone, sly as a rabbit with many burrows... wasn't he a bit too composed?
While Fang Ze and Director Pang were discussing the secrets of the Rejuvenation Society,
a butterfly, as large as a human head and with a colorful body, slowly flew in from the teahouse window.
It came between the two men, flapping its beautiful wings, and countless colorful scales fell down, instantly turning into gems, and "ding ding ding," covered the table.
Director Pang laughed and explained, "Gem Butterfly. It's a special Disaster Creature from the Spirit Realm that feeds on gems and crystals, transforming the eaten gems and crystals into scale powder stored in its wings."
"The gems in its wings slowly become purer and also"
"Therefore, people often capture it to obtain gems or domesticate it to store gems."
As he spoke, the scale powder from the Gem Butterfly completed its dispersal, and Director Pang lightly reached forward, and immediately, a whirlwind formed on the table.
Shortly after, the gems driven by the whirlwind slowly piled up into a small mound.
Director Pang gestured to Fang Ze, "Please verify. Gems worth 225 million Lini."
Fang Ze now thought these organizations really did make money—both the eight big gangs and the Rejuvenation Society were wealthy, being able to easily bring out billions.
In contrast, he, the director, merely had a meager monthly salary of 100,000 Lini, not even close to a fraction.
With this thought, Fang Ze opened the Space Folding Bag and started shuffling the gems into it.
Shortly, all the gems were packed inside, and Fang Ze also used "Credit World" to estimate the gems, indeed worth 225 million Lini; the Rejuvenation Society had not been deceitful on this point.
After confirming the money, Fang Ze passed a piece of paper that had been covering the tableside over to Director Pang.
Director Pang picked up the paper, looked at it closely, and then raised his head to ask, "Right here?"