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Watching the two of them turn and leave, leaning on each other, and smelling the sweet and sour scent of love in the air, Zhu Mingyao, who had been forced to eat a mouthful of dog food, shrugged and prepared to lock the door and go out to eat.

Just then, the man suddenly stopped. He turned around and stared at the boy with a puzzled look, as if he was trying to figure something out.

After hesitating for a moment, the man tentatively called out:

"Is it... Mr. Zhu? Hmm, or should I call you Mr. Mi Yue?"

As a new author and with a new book, there are many areas where I haven't considered things thoroughly. Thank you all for pointing out the shortcomings; I will try my best to make up for them. (⊙⊙)

Chapter 36 Farewell

A week later, the waiting hall at Los Angeles International Airport was packed with people.

Travelers from all over the world meet here and head towards their respective destinations.

"You brat! It's a deal, you'd better head over there in six months." Zhang Shouzhong grabbed Zhu Mingyao's wrist and said sternly.

After several days of bed rest and recuperation, once Zhang Shouzhong's injuries had stabilized somewhat, Lin Xuansheng decided not to delay any longer, and today was the day the two of them would return to China.

"I raised you all these years, and I'm counting on you to take care of me in my old age and see me off when I die. Don't even think about running away."

Although his words were blunt, Zhu Mingyao could still sense the deep concern and reluctance in them, which warmed his heart. However, he deliberately said:

"Alright, alright, I've been explaining for days now. Look, the shop and house have been transferred to my name. I'm so young, rich, handsome, and dashing, why don't I take this opportunity to have some more fun for a couple of years?"

Hehe, you've always told me not to have a girlfriend, but now you can't stop me, can you...?

"You brat... that's for your own good. You better keep your virginity! At least, at least don't break the vow before you reach the Qi Return to the Innate Realm!" Zhang Shouzhong's white beard stood on end with anger as he glared at him.

"Okay, okay, don't get angry, I was just kidding..."

Zhu Mingyao watched Lin Xuansheng go to check in his luggage, then quietly pulled the old man aside and whispered:

"Our lineage has been away from the country for decades. We don't know what the situation will be like when we go back. Although the sect leader is taking care of us, we should try our best to preserve our family's foundation."

As the old saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows!

No matter how large and powerful Maoshan is, it ultimately belongs to everyone. This little bit of wealth may be small, but it's our own. As the saying goes, even a broken home can be worth a fortune..."

"Furthermore, the sect leader said in private that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is gradually becoming more active."

The New World is vast, sparsely populated, and rich in resources. If an opportunity arises, it would be advantageous to be close to the source and benefit from it. Staying here is far better than going back and competing with a large group of like-minded people back home.

Zhang Shouzhong remained silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "Since you have your own ideas, I won't say anything more. But you should still think things through more and be more careful in your daily life. Remember that there are always people more capable than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding. Don't act recklessly."

"Also, didn't I originally refine a few powerful Yin soldiers and ghost generals? After I was injured this time, I entrusted them to Elder Lü. I originally planned to pass them on to you as a family heirloom. But when I was about to leave, I thought about it and realized that those ghost generals were too ferocious and were not refined by your own hands. Taking them over rashly would not be of any benefit to your cultivation. Therefore, I don't plan to take them back. I'll have them find some useful materials and magical items for you."

Zhu Mingyao nodded silently. He understood that neither the Five Wrathful Ghost Soldiers nor the Guardian Ghosts and Gods were better the more powerful or ferocious they were.

Especially if it wasn't personally crafted, and the servant is stronger than the master, there's a high risk of backlash when using it. The old man was very thoughtful.

It's a pity about that Yaksha demon general [Jiesen]. I was hoping to use it to play with after my cultivation level was higher.

The idea of ​​turning a terrifying villain from a horror movie from a past life into your own summoned creature gives me a subtle, NTR-like thrill...

Even after Lin Xuansheng returned with the baggage claim receipt, Zhang Shouzhong was still muttering incessantly.

"You know all the other random stuff, put it..."

...If you encounter any difficulties in your cultivation, ask more questions. Didn't the sect leader leave you a communication artifact? Don't end up like me, cooped up at home, endlessly pondering things...

"I know, I know."

As the boarding announcement came on, Zhu Mingyao kept agreeing as he helped the old man join Lin Xuansheng at the boarding gate.

"Keep in touch with the Hualian people. I've left letters for the elders I know, asking them to take good care of you, be mindful of etiquette, and not let the favors fall through..."

"You've told me so many times, don't worry, once you get to Maoshan, remember to call and let them know you're safe..."

Watching the old man's figure, who kept turning back to look at him as he entered the boarding gate, the boy stood in the waiting hall for a while, watching the plane outside the glass wall accelerate and finally give a gentle shake, soaring into the sky like a silver bird and flying towards the other side of the ocean.

……

After seeing Zhang Shouzhong off and returning home, Zhu Mingyao was busy like a spinning top for several days in a row.

That day, he and Bai Ziyuan fought a fierce battle with the enemy, and a lot of the furniture and floors in their house were damaged. The workers on the ground floor had already been asked to repair it, but there was an altar set up in the basement, so it was inconvenient to ask outsiders to go down. The boy had no choice but to bring the materials and do it himself.

The elderly person has already transferred the shops, real estate, cars, and other assets to their own name through a gift transfer.

In the federal government, older houses like this are not considered very valuable and rarely subject to gift tax. However, this particular house, despite its remote location and somewhat dilapidated condition, is quite large. After all the calculations, a considerable amount of tax still needs to be paid, which inevitably caused Zhu Mingyao, a bit stingy, some financial pain.

After taking stock of Zhang Shouzhong's assets, the majority are in real estate, with a remaining savings of over 100,000 yuan.

The Federation, the Alliance centered on Lucia, and the Pan-Asian Cooperation Organization led by China have stood as a three-way balance of power for decades.

With rivals keeping it in check, the Federation, though still a superpower, dares not be as arrogant and domineering as the New Roman Empire of its past life. Therefore, it usually pays more attention to its conduct and is quite concerned about the reputation of its currency.

However, after the alliance collapsed and disintegrated seven or eight years ago, the upper echelons of the Federation gradually became complacent, and inevitably some problems arose in the finances, such as living beyond their means. But no matter what, they still dared not issue green paper indiscriminately like they did in the previous life.

Therefore, the purchasing power of the Federal Gold Dollar has remained relatively stable for a long time, at approximately 1:15 to the RMB. The money Zhu Mingyao has is equivalent to nearly two million, enough to cover his daily expenses for over ten years.

However, if the expenses for various materials needed for cultivation are added, the budget immediately becomes quite tight.

However, Zhu Mingyao believes this shouldn't be a problem.

The supernatural powers of this world have not ceased. There has always been a demand for people who can handle paranormal events, both officially and among the general public. This demand has been particularly strong in the last decade or so, due to the frequent occurrence of unusual events.

The Chinese Chamber of Commerce has a dedicated department that posts various commissions for people to accept.

Most of these are outsourced by the government, some are welfare services provided to Chinese immigrants who have joined local chambers of commerce, and the last are private bounties offered by people with connections.

If you want to earn money and grind monsters, you can try some commissions at Hualian. Most of the commissions below E-level are for things like warding off evil spirits, calming the soul, or improving feng shui. They don't pay much but are not dangerous. You can practice your skills and earn some extra money at the same time.

Zhu Mingyao accumulated all his karmic points in the past through this method; otherwise, relying solely on doing good deeds all over the streets, it would probably take him forever to accumulate enough points to upgrade his skills.

The tasks he originally accepted were all carefully selected by the old man, and the targets were at most earthbound spirits formed from a few wisps of remnant spirits. Although they were easy to complete, the reward points he could get were really not many.

Now that the elderly have returned to China to enjoy their retirement, and their own capabilities have improved, it's time for them to find more challenging and lucrative tasks.

It's important to know that Golden State is one of the most prosperous areas on the West Coast, and there are quite a few wealthy locals who can be very generous at times.

However, I'll enjoy this carefree time for a while. Ever since I transmigrated here, I've been either busy cultivating or trying to earn some rewards.

Two or three years have passed, and I haven't even explored all of Los Angeles. Now that I have the chance, I'll spend a few days there first!

I don't know why it got blocked, so I'm reposting this one.

Chapter 37 Falling into Hell

"Do you know me? Have we met before?"

Zhu Mingyao frowned and said that Mi Yue was his English name, which he rarely used except when filling out forms at school, and not many people knew it.

At least the person in front of him shouldn't know, because he's certain he doesn't recognize the other person at all.

“You don’t know me, but I know you. The day before yesterday, I was at school, delivering some documents to Professor Charlie’s office. He was talking about you, saying that you haven’t audited classes in a long time. He showed me a photo of you and him on the wall.” The man nodded confidently.

"Professor Charlie? Charlie Dalton? So you're a student at South Carolina University?"

“Oh, I’m not a student. I’m an assistant professor in the Department of Psychology at South Golden State University. Professor Charlie Dalton is my distant uncle.”

Hearing the man's words, Zhu Mingyao's gaze swept between the two of them, he pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Judging from your appearance, it seems you've run into some trouble. Why don't you come in for a cup of tea and tell me what happened? Perhaps I can offer some advice." With that, he opened the shop door and gestured for you to enter.

The man and woman looked at each other for a moment. Seeing the boy's age, they seemed hesitant, probably because they felt it was not very reliable. But thinking that there was no other way for the time being, they finally gritted their teeth and went in.

Zhu Mingyao also had his own considerations. When the sect leader Lin Xuansheng asked him if he wanted to return to China, he made up an excuse that he had enrolled in an auditing course at Nanjing University of Technology. In fact, what he said was not a lie.

For a young man who had lived a second life and had been through the grueling academic grind of the Celestial Empire's schools, even if he wasn't a top student in his previous life, he could easily handle the Federation's high school curriculum and thus graduated early by skipping grades.

Because he was among the top students at a community high school where the average grades were average, the principal and teachers even encouraged him to try applying to a good university.

But Zhu Mingyao didn't intend to go to university obediently.

Just kidding, before I transmigrated, I wasn't particularly extraordinary, so I went to university.

After transmigrating, I became extraordinary and miraculous. I learned Taoist magic and am even going to university?

Then this emperor... oh wait, then wasn't this time travel all for nothing? And all the Taoist magic he learned was for nothing?

The right thing to do is to honestly grind monsters and cultivate. We don't have that much free time to play with outdated online novel plots like "Urban Cultivation: A Campus Adventure".

I won't go to university in the real way, but I can go and audit some classes in my spare time to broaden my horizons.

It just so happened that South Jinzhou University offered courses in mysticism and folklore, which suited Zhu Mingyao’s interests perfectly, so he asked his grandfather if he could audit the courses.

When Zhang Shouzhong found out, he was very supportive. After all, the mysteries and folk culture of this world are often inextricably linked to extraordinary powers. He thought it would be good to listen to them and broaden his horizons, so he spent a lot of money to complete all the student procedures for him.

Yes, it cost a lot of money. As a well-known private university in the federal government, Nanjing University of Finance and Economics (NUFE) charges exorbitant tuition fees, even for auditors who do not receive a diploma. This is enough to exclude people from the middle class and below.

He only heard Zhu Mingyao mention it once, but he completed the formalities without saying a word. It can only be said that Zhang Shouzhong still loves his little apprentice very much.

Charlie Dalton, a kind and amiable Italian-American professor, was a professor of mystery and folklore at Nanjing University of Science and Technology. He and Zhu Mingyao shared a common interest in food, so the two were quite familiar with each other.

Having received Bai Ziyuan's instructions, Zhu Mingyao didn't want to meddle in other people's business during this period, even if it meant losing some reward points. He didn't want to be targeted by the authorities who were already desperate to catch suspects.

But since the other party is a relative of an acquaintance, it's no big deal to lend a small helping hand if it's within one's means.

Professor Dalton had always been very considerate of me and hadn't neglected me just because I was an auditor. Now that his nephew was in trouble, I felt it was only right and proper to do him a favor.

The three of them walked into the living room and sat down around the table. Zhu Mingyao first picked up the thermos and poured a cup of herbal tea for each of them.

Smelling the rich, fragrant aroma of lavender released from the hot water in the cup, the boy looked at the two and asked:

"So, who can tell us what exactly happened?"

The dark-haired man glanced at his still sobbing female companion and said helplessly:

"Okay, first let me introduce myself. I am Clay Dalton, and this lady is my fiancée, Christine Brown."

Recently, some...strange things have happened to her, let me start from the beginning..."

"After graduating, Christine joined the Los Angeles branch of Wells Bank. She worked very hard and successfully became a full-time employee after her internship. She was assigned to be responsible for issuing small personal credit loans, and this is her third year doing so."

Wells Bank is one of the top banks in the federal government, offering excellent benefits, so internal competition is fierce. Christine cherishes this job very much, but recently a business transaction ran into trouble…

“An elderly Gypsy woman approached my fiancée, pleading with the bank to extend her mortgage payment period. However, Christine had already applied for two extensions for her, and the bank was unlikely to agree to a third extension, so they had no choice but to refuse her.”

At this point, Clay Dalton sighed, rubbed his forehead, and said with a troubled expression:

"As a result, the old lady started making a scene in the office and was eventually kicked out by the security guards."

But heaven knows, she actually hid in the underground parking garage and attacked my fiancée when she got off work! She even threatened that if the bank dared to foreclose on the house, she would take Christine with her to hell…”