PCJ – Chapter 108 The Wall Collapsed Again

“If that’s the case and bricks start flying everywhere, where would I hide?”

Liu Guocai finally came to his senses, his temporarily subdued anger replaced by a careful inspection. He understood the logic but had been too furious earlier to think clearly. Now that he was calm, he realized something was indeed off.

Suddenly, Liu Guocai felt as if struck by lightning, his body stiffening and growing cold. “What do we do?”

If it was human sabotage, Liu Guocai could guard the site for a few nights until the cement set, but if the culprit wasn’t human, what could he do?

“Brother Guocai, have you heard about the incident with Chen Jinrong’s son across the mountain?” Liu Yunjun asked.

“I heard about it. Didn’t he offend the Fan Tan Patriarch and first ended up with a crooked mouth and then lost his sight?” Meizi’ao is a small place, and news travels fast. Indeed, good news stays at home, while bad news travels a thousand miles.

“I heard from Wenbo that Chen Jinrong’s son found a statue of the Fan Tan Patriarch while digging the school’s foundation near the old temple’s wall. The idiot even tied the statue to his belt…” Liu Yunjun’s nephew, Liu Wenbo, was in the same class as Chen Yingang, so he knew the details well.

“Wait,” Liu Guocai suddenly interrupted Liu Yunjun, “You said they found the statue at the old temple’s wall? Where exactly?”

“I don’t know,” Liu Yunjun scratched his head.

The two men exchanged a look, realizing they were thinking the same thing. The wall must have been built over the old foundation!

The next day, when Zhang Jiaohua went to school, he detoured to the old temple. He didn’t know what had happened there the previous night. Children are fascinated by the process of a new building rising from the ground, finding endless amusement in even the most mundane repetitive tasks. From afar, Zhang Jiaohua heard Liu Guocai loudly arguing with Ma Lisong and quickened his pace.

“Ma Lisong, how could you do this to me? You built the school foundation on top of the old temple foundation without telling me! Now I can’t build this wall at all. I don’t dare disturb the Fan Tan Patriarch. I can’t continue building this building,” Liu Guocai wanted to punch Ma Lisong in the face.

“I didn’t know either. What would I gain by lying to you? We still have to find a way to build this building. You signed a contract with our school. If you walk away now, who can I turn to? This funding was hard to secure, and I’m responsible for any issues. Building a school is a legacy project. If you dare to abandon it, I’ll tell the whole village of Meizi’ao,” Ma Lisong wasn’t afraid of Liu Guocai. As the principal of Meizi’ao Elementary, he was a government employee, and Liu Guocai wouldn’t dare assault him.

“I’ve rebuilt this wall twice now, and it always ends up like this. If you solve this problem, I’ll continue building. Otherwise, even if I’m jailed, I won’t dare to disturb the spirits,” Liu Guocai stubbornly refused to proceed.

“How about the school pays to hire Daoist Ma?” Ma Lisong suggested.

“Hire Daoist Ma? Don’t you know he vomited several liters of blood because of this? He won’t dare get involved,” Liu Guocai snorted.

Ma Lisong was out of ideas. Glancing around, he suddenly spotted Zhang Jiaohua among the onlookers.

“Isn’t Zhang Jiaohua said to be a Meishan adept? I heard his skills surpass Daoist Ma’s,” Ma Lisong thought.

With this in mind, Ma Lisong waved Zhang Jiaohua over, “Zhang Jiaohua, come here. What are you all gawking at? Don’t you have classes?”

The children scattered, leaving Zhang Jiaohua to slowly approach Ma Lisong.

Zhang Jiaohua expected another lecture about studying hard, but instead, he heard Ma Lisong say, “Zhang Jiaohua, can you do me a favor?”