90: The Real Daughter Has a Divine Calculation System

Chapter 40

After hanging up the phone, Anzi returned to the room, took out the package from the space, and opened it in no time.

In addition to stacks of cash, there was also a jade ruyi with a gold chain and a gold bracelet underneath. There were patterns of fortune, wealth and longevity on the table. It should be for Wang Po. This gift could be said to be very thoughtful.

Anzi hung the jade ruyi around his neck and ran to the dressing mirror to look at himself. He felt that she was beautiful no matter how he looked at her.

Before going to bed at night, Anzi went to Wang Po's room and handed her the gold bracelet and 100,000 cash.

"Grandma, 50,000 yuan is from our family, and the other 50,000 yuan has to be donated." An reminded her carefully. After all, she was the one who ordered those old ghosts to hurt people. Even though she had given them gold ingots to take care of it, she still had to accumulate the necessary good karma for them.

Wang Po had no objection, and she was even more convinced that An Zi's changes were all taught by her dead old man, because when An Laoqi was still alive, he would donate part of his earnings every time.

"Son, do you think our family should buy a car?" Wang Po put the money into the safe and suddenly spoke.

Anzi: ???
"Grandma, why do you want to buy a car?" Anzi held her teddy bear in her arms and tilted her head. It seemed that there was no need for a car at home.

Wang Po sat back on the bed and hugged the little girl in her arms, "I saw that your classmates all have cars at home..."

Anzi clapped his hands and said, "Grandma, let's buy two bicycles!" A bicycle is also a car.

She leaned in Wang Po's arms, pinched the little bear's paw, and sighed secretly, "Grandma, I don't need to compare with other children, I just need to have Grandma." Material possessions are really not important to her, and she makes money for Wang Po.

Because in the plot, she returned to Kyoto alone ten years later, and it was said that she was found by the Jiang family in a brothel.

Now that she has recovered her memory and knows what will happen ten years later, she is determined to change the fate of her and her grandchildren.

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In a courtyard in Kyoto.

The white-haired old man sat in the main seat, his imposing aura making people dare not look directly at him.

Jiang Lu was wearing a red dress and a pearl headband on her head, and she was sitting at the bottom.

"I heard that you sent people to Hong Kong?" The old man asked suddenly, and his tone could not tell whether he was happy or angry.

Jiang Lu shuddered all over, and fell to her knees with a plop. She lowered her head, timid and said, "Grandpa..."

Jiang Yuanlang's eyes fell on the little girl in front of him, as if he was looking at another person through her. Unfortunately, Jiang Lu lowered her head and did not notice.

"I know what you sent someone to do, but as long as I am in the Jiang family, you will always be the only lady of the Jiang family. You don't have to do meaningless things." Jiang Yuanlang said in a deep voice, narrowing his eyes slightly, "I personally sent her out. You don't need to worry. I won't let her come back."

Jiang Lu raised her head suddenly and looked at the old man sitting in the main seat in disbelief.

Is it actually... like this?

But in her previous life, Jiang Anhao still returned to the Jiang family, because Jiang Yuanlang did not live to see her return home. He died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage after a fall after the New Year.

That is to say, it was because Jiang Yuanlang died that Jiang Anhao was brought back. If he hadn't died, would Jiang Anhao never have the chance to return to the Jiang family?
Preventing Jiang Yuanlang from falling is much easier than taking the trouble to get rid of that bitch Jiang Anhao. Jiang Lu rolled her eyes and immediately showed a well-behaved smile, "Grandpa, I will listen to you in everything." Thinking of preventing Jiang Yuanlang from getting into trouble, she pouted and said coquettishly, "Grandpa, I want to move to the old house to live with you. My brother and dad are too busy and I don't see them all day. I feel so lonely living alone in Qishan."

Jiang Yuanlang did not object to her proposal, as he had the same idea.

"Okay, your yard is always cleaned, just move in."

Jiang Lu smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Grandpa!"

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Wang Po bought two bicycles, one for Zhang Xiaodan to buy groceries, and the other for Lu Jun to pick up and drop off Anzi.

The day after buying the car, Liu Jiaming found a small villa to settle down in and brought a Mediterranean suit with him.

Anticipating that someone would come, Anzi sent Zhang Xiaodan to the milk tea shop in advance to deliver food to Wang Po, so only she and Lu Jun were left at home.

"Grandma, Master, isn't here?" Liu Jiaming couldn't wait to speak as soon as he sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Anzi pouted unhappily, "Brother Jiaming, my grandma has already let me handle the matter of the big stuff. She will only take action if I can't solve it."

Liu Jiaming closed his mouth in dismay, as if there were needles under his butt. He didn't know whether to sit or stand. On the contrary, the Mediterranean guy was more patient.

"This... little... little master, my surname is Yu, and I am the vice principal of Hongfeng Middle School. I wonder what the specific situation is about the matter you mentioned about our school?" Yu Tingwei spoke, and also helped Liu Jiaming out of the predicament.

Anzi didn't intend to embarrass them, so he organized his words and asked, "Does your school have five students die every three years, and the causes of death are related to metal, wood, water, fire, and earth?"

Maple Middle School is one of the top middle schools in Hong Kong, so the mysterious deaths of its students are no secret. Yu Tingwei nodded slowly without hesitation.

Anzi calculated and continued, "Since the first student death incident, has there been fourteen rounds? In other words, the first round was forty-two years ago. As far as I know, your school was founded forty-two years ago. When the school was built, someone sealed that thing under the school, hoping to suppress it with the students' yang energy."

At this point, Anzi said with regret, "It's a pity that person failed."

“When this round is over, that thing will come out. By then, no one in the entire Red Maple Middle School will be spared.” Anzi said at the end and sighed deeply.

After all, Guo Jing was only a student at Hongfeng Middle School and had been in the school for no more than three years. Anzi could only calculate a small part based on her. Vice Principal Yu should have been in the school for at least twenty years and could calculate more things, such as what exactly was buried under the school playground.

It’s really...interesting!
Yu Tingwei had cold sweat on his forehead. He wanted to pick up the cup on the coffee table in front of him and drink some water to calm his nerves, but his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even hold the cup. He simply gave up and looked up at Anzi.

She was not wrong. The bizarre deaths indeed started forty-two years ago.

Hongfeng Middle School was originally an aristocratic school founded by several wealthy and powerful families for the education of their descendants. In addition, the victims were only ordinary students, so they spent some money and easily suppressed the matter.

Therefore, every year the school has a small number of admission places open to students from ordinary families, and also sets up high scholarships for them.

(End of this chapter)