Chapter 117: So That’s What +2000 Means

Chapter 117: So, That’s What +2000 Means

In the back garden of the Han Family Mansion, the bickering continued unabated.

The Big Boss had already reached 1999 points of resentment for the third time. His body was trembling like a sieve, his lips quivered incessantly, and his face was deathly pale. It was unclear if this was due to Zheng Jian’s relentless goading or the repeated bouts of vomiting blood...

After a long while, the Big Boss finally caught his breath and steadied himself.

To this, Zheng Jian merely signaled that there was no rush.

The Big Boss slowly stood up, pointing a trembling finger at Zheng Jian. "As the saying goes, a prime minister’s belly can hold a boat!"

Zheng Jian chuckled and retorted, "And as the saying also goes, a gentleman who doesn't avenge a grievance is no gentleman at all!"

Resentment from the Big Boss +1999! The fourth wave!

"Pfft..." The Big Boss coughed up blood again, this time mixed with fragments of flesh. It seemed even his internal organs had ruptured.

"As, as the saying goes, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse!" the Big Boss roared, using the last of his strength.

Zheng Jian murmured, "But the saying also goes, a plucked phoenix is not as good as a chicken!"

The Big Boss felt the world spinning, his vision darkening. All his strength was draining away, and a heavy blockage rose in his throat. With a final, forceful heave, he spat out a large chunk of blood and flesh, then collapsed to the ground.

Resentment from the Big Boss +2000...

Zheng Jian walked over and took a look. Well, he was gone; he had been literally angered to death.

Zheng Jian: ヾ(￣▽￣) bye~ bye~.

Now Zheng Jian understood: 1999 was the resentment limit. Any more than that, and the person would simply drop dead from rage.

"I wonder, if Zhuge Liang had a resentment system back then, would Wang Lang’s final wave have been +2000 too?" Zheng Jian looked at the corpse of the Big Boss, lost in thought.

After all, the line "I have never seen such a brazen and shameless person" was truly... a nuclear-level attack.

The Big Boss had really passed away like this. It wasn’t a very peaceful departure, but it was certainly a fulfilling one. After all, Zheng Jian hadn't laid a finger on him; he had only used his tongue.

Thinking of this, Zheng Jian gave himself a mental pat on the back. "I really am a man who convinces people with reason m(=n王n=)m!"

Zheng Jian felt he needed a new nickname: "The King of Bickering in the Central Plains!"

I really am like a cow at the South Pole—at the very peak of being awesome! After all, he really did leave the Big Boss heartbroken...

***

In the system backend, the resentment points gained from this single encounter with the Big Boss totaled over 11,000. Combined with the 3,600+ from Murong Qiudi and the 600+ he already had, his total soared to over 15,000!

"Struck it rich overnight! Struck it rich overnight!" Zheng Jian felt a sense of satisfaction that words could not describe.

It was a pity that opponents like the Big Boss—who loved to argue and were so petty—were hard to find. They were truly rare gems. It wasn't hard to find someone to argue with, but it was hard to find one you could actually "shear" for points. Otherwise, you’d spend all that time arguing only to find they had no resentment at all, which would be a complete waste of effort.

Zheng Jian missed the modern world. If he were back there, he could just join a show like "Roast!" and watch the resentment points fly everywhere.

For example, if someone said, "You should treat the company like your home..."

Zheng Jian would retort, "If I treat the company like my home, then I’m going to spend the company's money whenever I please."

Or if someone said, "Can’t you give me the documents I asked for ahead of schedule?"

"Why, if I give it to you early, are you afraid you won't live to see tomorrow?"

Zheng Jian let his mind wander as he walked a few steps, only to see Bamboo Leaf Green approaching him with a warm smile. "Mr. Zheng, to conquer the enemy without fighting—I truly admire you! I admire you greatly."

Zheng Jian narrowed his eyes. "Bamboo Leaf Green, you don't think I’d be afraid to kill you, do you?"

Bamboo Leaf Green smiled. "Mr. Zheng, though there were minor grievances between us, they all stemmed from the Big Boss. Now that he is dead, I am merely a small fry. I assume Mr. Zheng wouldn't bother dirtying his hands with someone like me."

"Oh? Are you sure? Do you know me?"

Bamboo Leaf Green smiled humbly. "I have come to offer the Han Family Mansion to you. Only you have the capacity to control the wealth the Big Boss left behind."

He held a thick stack of account books in his hands. He was confident that Zheng Jian would not kill him because he was still useful!

Zheng Jian laughed loudly. "Hahahaha, Bamboo Leaf Green, oh Bamboo Leaf Green, you really are clever!"

"You flatter me, sir..." Bamboo Leaf Green smiled slightly.

"However, clever people often die very quickly!" Zheng Jian’s smile vanished, and in an instant, he gripped Bamboo Leaf Green’s throat.

"Cough, cough..." Taken by surprise, Bamboo Leaf Green struggled to speak. "Mr... Zheng, you..."

Zheng Jian didn't give him a chance. With a sharp twist, he snapped Bamboo Leaf Green’s neck.

Bamboo Leaf Green was skilled at backstabbing. For a viper hiding in the shadows like him, Zheng Jian wouldn't give him any opportunity. Bamboo Leaf Green was no amateur; in the original story, his blade was fast, and his sword was even faster. Even "Vajra in the Clouds" Cui Laosan had died by his treacherous blade. His martial arts were not much inferior to Lei Zhenhu’s.

As for the vast wealth left by the Big Boss of the Han Family Mansion, Zheng Jian had absolutely no interest in it...

***

Bamboo Leaf Green’s departure was not peaceful at all!

Casually tossing the corpse aside, Zheng Jian headed toward the exit of the Han Family Mansion. Suddenly, he paused and looked to the side. There, useless A-Ji was standing perfectly still.

Meeting Zheng Jian’s gaze, A-Ji lowered his head and prepared to leave.

Zheng Jian smiled. "A-Ji!"

A-Ji stopped, his head still bowed.

"Some people live, yet they are already dead; some die, yet they still live! A-Ji, do you think I’m right?" Zheng Jian said with a double meaning.

A-Ji remained silent.

Zheng Jian smiled slightly and left the chaotic Han Family Mansion.

Only when Zheng Jian’s figure disappeared did A-Ji slowly lift his head. His eyes were filled with pain and struggle. He looked at his own hands. "Did he... recognize me?"

He didn't know Zheng Jian, nor did he know why he said that, but he knew he had to leave. He could no longer stay in this place. Otherwise, sooner or later, someone would recognize him and force him to pick up that sword he never wanted to touch again.

With that thought, A-Ji quickened his pace, intending to leave immediately.

But a figure blocked his path. The man wore Taoist robes and a black cap, standing tall and straight, his eyes filled with an indescribable arrogance.

The Taoist asked in a deep voice, "Where is the Big Boss?"

A-Ji pointed toward the pavilion.

The Taoist was about to head over, but his eyes caught sight of A-Ji’s hands, and he stopped in his tracks. "Why aren't you carrying your sword?"

A-Ji felt a jolt of alarm and kept his head low. "I don't know how to use a sword."

The Taoist sneered. "You have a pair of excellent hands! These are not the hands of a brothel servant. Your nails are cut very short—only a battle-hardened swordsman would do that, because long nails interfere with gripping a sword. I am Qiu Er. Tell me your name!"

"Mr. Qiu Er..." A-Ji’s heart stirred. This man was famous; with a single sword, he had defeated seven of the ten great swordsmen of Jiangnan, and no one had ever lasted more than thirty moves against him!

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(End of chapter)