My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

These vicious curses made the butler frown repeatedly. Zhang Hao quietly followed Hans away and watched him drive to meet with several political friends. After discussing political affairs, Hans seemed a little tired and went home to rest.

During his sleep, Zhang Hao sensed that the man's life force was gradually revitalizing. In his eyes, the soul, which should have appeared aged, seemed unusually young, no more than twenty years old, brimming with vitality. Clearly, some mysterious force was nourishing this soul, making it increasingly youthful and strong. While asleep, the energy carried by the soul was also nourishing the body, allowing Hans's body to regain its youthful vitality.

Zhang Hao attempted to use magic to track the source, but found that the spells couldn't detect the energy source at all. Someone skilled in this art must be behind it; otherwise, it wouldn't be hidden so meticulously. It must be the work of the Sun Cult.

The next morning, Hans woke up stretching, feeling refreshed and full of energy. He drew back the curtains, letting the morning light bathe him, warm and comforting him. Facing the rising sun, he murmured to himself, "Indeed, a young body is like the sun, able to fully enjoy all the beauty of the world, warm, healthy, and carefree! The sun is the only true god in this world!"

After washing up and changing, Hans drove alone for a while, eventually stopping in front of a seemingly ordinary coffee shop and bookstore. As soon as he entered, a waiter approached and stopped him: "Excuse me, sir, we don't serve outsiders here."

Hans calmly replied, "I am not an outsider." He whispered something in the waiter's ear, and the waiter's expression immediately changed. He bowed respectfully and made a gesture of invitation, his posture as humble as if serving a master.

Zhang Hao intended to follow, but was blocked by an invisible barrier as he approached. The barrier generated considerable fluctuations, likely alerting those inside. Continuing to linger risked revealing their location, so he immediately decided to retreat.

It seems that the Sun Cult is indeed not to be underestimated, and the subsequent investigation will become increasingly difficult.

Upon returning, he relayed the intelligence he had gathered to Little Koi and the others. After receiving the message, everyone rushed to meet him. When they met at the small inn, everyone was filled with worry.

“Mr. Zhang, if the situation is really as you say, what should we do? If we delay any longer, I’m afraid Han San will be in grave danger!” Chen Anshui paced back and forth anxiously.

“We will split up to investigate. This matter will also serve as a learning experience for everyone. Everyone should use their strengths and share any important discoveries promptly. We should cooperate with each other. Do you have any objections?” Zhang Hao asked.

"No objections," Little Koi and Chen Anshui said in unison.

The so-called separate investigation was actually an arrangement for each person to act according to Zhang Hao's plan. He decided to continue tracking Hans, but if he continued to follow him secretly as before, the barrier would prevent close contact. Approaching him as an insider was the best option.

When recruiting followers, wealthy businessmen are likely their primary targets. Zhang Hao mused to himself that such cults are founded with the sole purpose of accumulating wealth. If they meet certain criteria, they will definitely actively seek out wealthy businessmen.

Based on Hans's case, the target needs to have a high social status and wealth, and at the same time face insurmountable troubles, so that the Sun Cult can appear as a savior and recruit them as believers.

So Zhang Hao designed a wealthy businessman persona for himself—to be a nouveau riche who owned a mine! He contacted a girl he had met before, Fri, and asked her to help him create a wealthy identity, making sure it was flawless.

Freely was naturally happy to help with this amusing affair, not only preparing all the necessary new identity documents but also ensuring that all the false information became true. Holding sway over the state's political and economic lifeline, she certainly had the ability to turn the false into reality.

In less than half a day, Zhang Hao received a complete set of identity documents. He transformed into Solo, the middle-aged tycoon described in the documents—a prince with gold mines at his disposal, of Middle Eastern royal blood, and possessing astonishing wealth.

Having recently found himself with nothing to do, Solo traveled to the West. Although he owned a private jet and yacht, he found it boring and decided to travel alone, leaving his vehicles temporarily with Freya. All of these vehicles can be verified, as Freya does indeed own these assets.

Zhang Hao couldn't help but sigh that his help to Frizzle had indeed been rewarded, far exceeding his expectations. If some high-ranking Western officials knew about these thoughts, they would probably be furious.

Zhang Hao, dressed as Solo, was having a drink alone at a bar. Cyrus had been released from house arrest and was now free to move around. In the noisy bar, he sat alone in a corner, completely out of place. Solo sat down next to him and ordered a cocktail. This middle-aged tycoon, played by Zhang Hao, had a Lafite-colored complexion, and his jewelry and designer clothes clearly demonstrated his immense wealth. Cyrus glanced at him and then looked away, thinking to himself that this was nothing more than a tasteless nouveau riche.

However, not long after, the country bumpkin in Cyrus's eyes was surrounded by a variety of beautiful women. There were pure and lovely ones, passionate and fiery ones, charming and alluring ones, young and beautiful ones, and mature and graceful ones. Surrounded by these stars, Solo chatted and laughed calmly, his every move conveying the message that "I am rolling in money."

For these women, wealth was the greatest allure. He quickly became the most dazzling customer at the bar that night. Seeing Solo's popularity, Cyrus couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy.

Am I not also incredibly wealthy? What's more, I wield power—my father is a member of Congress, at the very top of the power pyramid!
However, these women completely ignored him.

An annoyed Cyrus forced a fake smile and looked Solo up and down: "Hey bro, first time in this bar?"

This bar operates on a strict membership system, typically only accepting members. Unless you're a famous celebrity, a stunningly beautiful woman, or an exceptionally handsome man, you simply can't get in.

Cyrus looked him over from left to right and didn't think this country bumpkin was any kind of handsome man.

So the other person must also be a member here.

To become a member of this bar, one must be either rich or powerful.

However, he recognized most of the regular customers who came here often, so the face in front of him was obviously unfamiliar.

They must be a new member who joined recently.

Having confirmed this, Cyrus's eyes lit up, and he began to make a plan.

"Hey friend, you're right, this is indeed my first time here. A friend recommended this place and said it was very interesting, so I came to check it out."

This bar is truly a hidden gem; the area outside is just the surface, the real thrills are the shows inside.

Unfortunately, Cyrus didn't have enough authority, so even if he went in, he could only stare blankly. He simply decided not to go and make a fool of himself.

New members, lacking sufficient level and without introductions, can only enjoy the peripheral entertainment and must gradually accumulate points to experience the various gameplay options.

"So you're pretty disappointed, aren't you? This place is no different from any other bar, is it?"

Cyrus lowered his voice mysteriously.

Solo was indeed bored, but to carry out his plan, he feigned reluctance: "It's not bad. Compared to bars in the Middle East, it's certainly unique." (End of Chapter)