Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo' Chapter 1282 608: Husband, Let Her Come! (Part 3)

Back then, when the gang was in disarray, they forced me to come out of seclusion, and I had no choice. Now if Wuchuan can manage the gang well, then let him continue as the gang leader."

"Why! Why let that kid have it easy!" Bai Xinseng disagreed, "We've been trapped for so many years, and he never sent anyone to help us. Now we're just letting him take advantage of becoming the gang leader, where's the sense in that!"

Bai He frowned: "Do you know how many gangs in Puluo State have been destroyed by internal strife? If I return to the gang and cause a conflict, do you know how many gang disciples will die because of it?"

Bai Xinseng lowered his head and said, "If the gang leader position is his, what will we do?"

"Stay away from the mundane world, focus on cultivation, and enjoy some peaceful days, is there anything wrong with that?"

Bai Xinseng glanced at the stall selling sesame seed cakes on the street, swallowed his saliva: "I can't find peace like this; my stomach keeps growling, it feels uncomfortable!"

He was hungry.

After two years of eating moss in the wormhole, it's a relief to finally see the smoke and fire of the human world, how could he not be hungry?

When Bai He came out of seclusion, he brought with him quite a bit of money. Let alone buying a sesame seed cake, it was enough to establish a family business.

But all this money was lost in the wormhole, and now, the two master and servant have not a single penny on them.

It's absurd to think such figures could be troubled by the cost of a sesame seed cake, but Bai He was unwilling to steal or rob; he wanted to earn money with his own skills.

So how could he earn this money? With his identity, he couldn't just become someone's hired worker.

Bai He came up with an idea, bringing Bai Xinseng to the Heavenly Bridge, stood on the roadside, and began playing tunes with his flute.

On the Heavenly Bridge, there were many performers: storytellers, opera singers, martial artists, magicians, plate-spinners, and those balancing large jars, all relying on their true skills to make a living. Bai He played three songs, and not a single person gave money.

Bai Xinseng suggested his master take a break. He took the flute and played a few songs; occasionally, someone would stop to listen for a while, but then turn away without paying.

Bai Xinseng felt embarrassed and lowered his head. He knew this was busking, he just didn't understand why those who stopped to listen wouldn't pay. Was it possible that they played poorly?

It wasn't that they played poorly, but they chose the wrong songs. Their refined tunes weren't suitable for the Heavenly Bridge location.

As it nearly reached one hour, and without earning a single coin, the two were worried, when suddenly a man standing by the roadside pulled out an Ocean Dollar and handed it to Bai Xinseng.

Bai Xinseng quickly accepted the money, raising his head to look at the man.

The man was dressed in a tailcoat with a bow tie and sported a mustache—a gentlemanly and civilized appearance.

On the Heavenly Bridge, even giving a Huan Country Banknote seemed excessive, yet this man offered an Ocean Dollar, which Bai He was reluctant to take.

The man laughed: "You two are true music connoisseurs, but your skills don't quite match the atmosphere of the Heavenly Bridge,

if you'd honor me with your presence, why not stay at my place for a few days, while I record some phonograph records for you to sell as a trial."

Bai He cupped his hands and said, "May I ask for your name, sir?"

The man introduced himself: "I'm Ling Miaosheng, I run a business called Beautiful Voice Record Player Shop. I was away for a while, just got back today, right off the train."

Bai He saw the man was sincere. Now penniless, he wasn't afraid of being scammed; no one could deceive him otherwise, given his cultivation level.

He agreed to Ling Miaosheng's proposal and the master and servant followed him to the phonograph shop, where Ling Miaosheng prepared a room specifically for them to play their music.

The two played another piece, which Ling Miaosheng listened to intently, immediately ordering people to engrave the records and even offered a reward of a hundred Ocean Dollars.

Bai He refused to accept: "I can't possibly take so much."

Ling Miaosheng shook his head: "It's not too much, these records will definitely sell big, and once we make money, we can settle accounts slowly."

That evening, Ling Miaosheng hosted the two at the phonograph shop for a meal. By mealtime, Li Banfeng arrived with gifts.

After Ling Miaosheng returned, he immediately sought out Li Qi, who happened to be at Xiaoyao Lodge. With Ling Miaosheng gone for so long, Li Qi would inevitably come to visit.

Seeing Bai He and Bai Xinseng, Ling Miaosheng hurriedly introduced them: "These are two artists, Mr. Yang Shaofeng and Mr. Cai Weiming."

These names were improvised by Bai He, and Li Banfeng did not recognize Bai He, nor did Bai He recognize Li Banfeng.

But Li Banfeng knew Bai Xinseng, and from Bai Xinseng's attitude, he deduced that the other man was indeed Bai He and Bai Wusong.

Why had this senior brother come to Greenwater City, instead of leading the White Crane Gang as Sect Leader, and ended up busking at Beautiful Voice Record Player Shop?

Li Banfeng didn't ask further, as they exchanged toasts and had a pleasant conversation during the meal.

After dinner, Ling Miaosheng arranged lodging for the two, and he and Li Qi had a private conversation in the phonograph shop.

Li Banfeng asked: "Did you go to Inner Amikan Country this time?"

"Yes, they have changed a lot. Previously, they didn't consider wizards as human, but now they are somewhat kinder to wizards, who are like cultivators over there. Still, their cultivators aren't quite like ours."

The concept of wizards was clear to Li Banfeng: without a Taoist Sect, no levels, but possessing a certain Dark Ability, as Cui Tiq had explained to him.

"Why has Amikan Country become friendly to wizards?"

"Initially, I thought it was due to a change in perception, but later I learned they received intelligence suggesting a war might be imminent. As per Inner Amikan Country's statement, the Demon King is about to bring hellfire, setting Amikan Country's land ablaze."

Li Banfeng pondered, "Is hell referring to Inner State?"