I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield - Chapter 448 - 377: The Marshal’s Summons, Demigod_2
Chapter 448: Chapter 377: The Marshal’s Summons, Demigod_2
He paused for a moment and added half-jokingly, “Speaking of which, I’m hoping Mr. Qin can offer me a chance to earn some money to support my family as well.”
Although it was said in jest, there was a touch of seriousness hidden within.
Though he was of the direct lineage, there were many peers within the lineage, and the competition never ceased; everyone was racking their brains to vie for resources and authority.
He was sure that countless eyes in the family were already fixed on the Youth Potion business, but not everyone was qualified to have a share of it.
Anyone could see the overwhelming business opportunity concealed within the potion.
In this world, the love of beauty is a woman’s nature, and the Youth Potion precisely hits every woman’s soft spot.
The Empire covers vast territories and houses a population numbering in the trillions. Behind this is a market of hundreds of quadrillions, even tens of thousands of quadrillions—even getting a small slice of the pie would be enough to make one immensely wealthy.
He was not confident in seizing the opportunity from among the eagle-eyed direct lineage members, but if Qin Tian, the patent holder of the potion, nodded, the situation would be much simpler.
“No problem.”
Qin Tian’s face broke into a smile: “Honestly, I was worried before that the Dongfang Clan might kick me out halfway. But with Young Master Yu joining, I’m much more assured about this business.”
Upon hearing this, a glint appeared in Dongfang Yu’s eyes, and he solemnly said, “Qin Tian, rest assured about that. The Dongfang Clan’s reputation has stood the test of a millennium; it would never engage in self-destructive actions. But I’ve noted what you promised me. Don’t walk out of here, sleep it off, and forget it all.”
“Haha, don’t worry, I haven’t drunk to the point of blackout yet,” Qin Tian laughed heartily.
“Such boldness!”
At this moment, Lan Qiancheng suddenly grabbed Qin Tian’s shoulder, his tongue tied and drunkenly shouted, “Qin Tian, I don’t believe we can’t get you drunk today! Brothers, let’s all go at him together!”
“Drink! We’ll make sure to get Qin Tian knocked down today!”
“That’s right, I don’t believe he’s made of iron!”
Qin Tian shook his head helplessly, his gaze sweeping over this group of bleary-eyed fellows as he softly said, “It’s not that I want to be too blunt—in terms of alcohol tolerance, everyone here… is trash.”
The moment the words fell, the scene suddenly quieted, followed by—
“Damn, this guy is too arrogant, get him!”
Someone blurted out a curse, instantly igniting the atmosphere at the drinking table. Countless drinks were raised, with arcs of liquor intertwining in the air, launching a new round of “wheel war.”
……
On the second morning, as the morning light cast spots on the floor through the window, Poisonous Widow entered Qin Tian’s room with a silver dining tray, catching him sitting on the sofa by the window, flipping through documents.
The breakfast on the tray was sumptuous—a golden fried Spirit Beast egg glistening with oil, neatly cut meat steak steaming hot, with a small bowl of sweet porridge adorned with preserved fruit beside it.
She placed the tray on the coffee table, her gaze unconsciously landing on Qin Tian.
He wore a neatly pressed military uniform and leisurely picked up a knife and fork to cut the meat steak. The sunlight outlined the focused profile of his face, and even the chewing conveyed a sense of leisurely poise.
A trace of wistfulness climbed poisonously Widow’s gaze, like an inextinguishable haze, the scenes from last night swirling back into her mind again.
While the boss and those Golden Clan heirs were exchanging drinks in the restaurant, she and Old Ghost were waiting by the door.
Watching those highly capable geniuses being carried out drunk, half-dazed and slurring nonsense, unable even to walk steadily, her heart held a secret hope—
Perhaps tonight, in the haze of intoxication, something might happen between her and the boss.
But in the end, when Qin Tian walked out, he merely bore a faint blush on his cheeks, his eyes clear, and even after returning to his room, he practiced cultivation for a while, completely extinguishing her hopes.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Qin Tian suddenly lifted his gaze, holding up a small piece of meat steak with his fork, raising his eyebrows slightly, “It looks as if I’ve done something unworthy to you.”
Poisonous Widow bit her inner lip secretly but quickly let out a radiant smile: “Boss, you got it wrong. I wouldn’t dare harbor such thoughts.”
“Hmm～”
Qin Tian dragged out the sound, using his fork to send the meat steak into his mouth and leisurely chewed a few bites before casually saying, “The smile seems fake, and the expressions stiff. You need to improve your acting skills a bit. Do you need me to recommend a few online courses from the Empire Drama Academy for you? I tried them; they’re pretty good.”
Upon hearing this, Poisonous Widow’s smile instantly stiffened, followed by a vein barely perceptible on her forehead twitching. Her voice squeezed out through clenched teeth, yet maintaining the last shred of grace:
“No need, thank you for your concern, boss.”
Qin Tian chuckled lowly and didn’t continue teasing her, focusing on finishing the food on the tray. After eating, he picked up a napkin to wipe his lips and stood up, saying: “Later, I need to see Dongfang Marshal; you and Old Ghost don’t need to follow, take a day off, and have fun.”
After he finished, he tidied his military uniform and walked straight out, pushing the door open.
With a soft “pa,” the door gently closed.
Poisonous Widow’s expression instantly collapsed, she kicked at the carpet underfoot, muttering: “Have fun doing what? This place is only filled with taverns and those shops that aren’t what they seem, entirely serving you bunch of lousy men.”
She paced around the room, finally letting out a light snort to the closed door: “Hmph, clueless man.”
…
“Dongfang Marshal, General Zhuge.”
In the study, Qin Tian stood with a posture as straight as a pine, saluting the two figures before the mahogany desk.
On either side of the mahogany desk, Dongfang Yue and Zhuge Lan were facing each other over the chessboard. Upon hearing the sound, both raised their eyes simultaneously, fixing on Qin Tian.
Dongfang Yue raised his hand to signal him to wait, gently turning the white jade piece between his fingers.
This marshal from the Holy Blood Clan was presently dressed in a black dress uniform edged with gold embroidery, his temples white with frost, his gaze deep like a cold pool. His nose was like knife-carved, lips tightly pressed, carrying an air of battlefield-honed decisiveness, yet when his eyes swept over the chessboard, it held a calculating steadiness.
When he placed the white jade piece on the board, it carried the weight of a mountain collapsing before failing, as if it was not a piece but an order to thousands of troops.
On the opposite side, Zhuge Lan was completely different.
The moon-white robe embroidered with light cyan patterns made his figure look slender as bamboo.
His fingers holding the black piece were long and white, placing the piece with a light pinch yet concealed with an effortless maneuver; as his fingertips brushed the board’s surface, a stream seemed to circulate silently following the piece’s trajectory.
Qin Tian’s gaze unintentionally swept over the chessboard, seeing the black and white pieces lined up in a complex setup on the obsidian board.
The white pieces stood as a valiant army, occupying the central open space, flaunting their prowess; the black pieces slithered like serpents, seemingly scattered yet held a hidden connection, gradually defusing the white’s offensive.
Especially in the upper right corner, the black had formed an encirclement, trapping several white pieces, evidently putting Zhuge Lan in the lead.
“Snap.”
Dongfang Yue’s white jade piece landed on the board edge, a seemingly inconspicuous move that suddenly relieved the critical situation in the upper right corner.
It seemed as though a stream suddenly surged on the chessboard, the previously quiet white pieces shimmering with a faint luminescence, intermingling with the sunlight pouring in through the window.
Zhuge Lan softly uttered a “huh,” his fingers hovering over the black’s camp for a moment before finally selecting a piece to place down.
The moment the black piece touched the board, several surrounding black pieces lit up together with a ghostly glow, forming an invisible barrier that securely halted the white’s counterattack outside.
Seeing this, Dongfang Yue put down the white piece, pointing to the guest seat by the table, his voice carrying a metallic resonance.
“Sit down.”
“Yes!”
Qin Tian sat upright, his body straight and scanned across Dongfang Yue and Zhuge Lan’s faces.
These two were not only bigwigs of the Military Department but also Tier Nine Spiritualists.
In the realm of Spiritual Energy, Tier Nine Spiritualists have another name—
Demigods!
