I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

1:30 PM.

The sun was setting in the west, and the heat was quite intense.

Qingyuan knocked on the door of the team leader's office. Inside, Zhou Xiaohong, wearing reading glasses, was staring blankly at a pot of goji berry water.

"Old Zhou, something came up at home, I'd like to ask for half a day off."

Zhou Xiaohong pulled his glasses down, rolled his eyes upwards, and upon seeing this general, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out:

"Someone's coming over? Go ahead. The project may be urgent, but you need to be flexible and not too stressed. Drive carefully on the way."

If it were the old bald boss, he wouldn't even consider asking for leave to pick people up.

Even when going to the hospital for stitches, I have to bring my computer with me first and ask if I can work remotely.

Qingyuan thanked him, picked up his bag, and left.

Leaping to the top of scientific and technological innovation, Lu Zhaolin stood by the window.

Su Xing'an, wearing high heels and holding a tablet in her arms, quickly reported her itinerary, adding at the end:

"Mr. Lu, Qingyuan just left."

Lu Zhaolin didn't turn around: "Reason."

"Buy a car for transportation, to pick up relatives."

"Also... the store I chose is called 'Hongda Auto Trade'."

The hand that was flipping through the documents paused.

Lu Zhaolin turned around, raising an eyebrow slightly.

HTC?

That was a high-end showroom that my older brother Lu Zhaoheng, who was always idle, had invested in for his so-called "racing dream".

Recalling the day before, he had escaped from the R&D department, looking like he had encountered a ghost, and had kept talking to her for half the night, insisting on finding out which kind of deity Qingyuan was.

"interesting."

Lu Zhaolin closed the document.

"Let them make a scene. Is the car ready? The people from Singularity Intelligence have arrived."

"Everyone is waiting for you, Mr. Lu, in the conference room."

"Let's go, I'll take this piece of meat that the He family threw out."

……

Hongda Auto Trade.

Qingyuan ignored the steel behemoths on the first floor that cost millions and headed straight for the practical corner area.

"Sir, you have a keen eye. This machine just arrived, all the paperwork is in order, you can just swipe your card and go."

The salesperson had a big smile on his face.

These days, customers who pay in full and don't haggle are like gods of wealth.

"Okay, then, that'll do."

Qingyuan patted the hood of the car.

Dark gray paint finish, understated, and dirt-resistant.

The salesperson went to swipe the card and complete the formalities, while Qingyuan, bored, wandered around aimlessly.

Suddenly, a very familiar "smell" drifted down from above.

A unique aura that can be discerned even with eyes closed.

His arrogance was tinged with cowardice, and his wealth was mixed with pretense.

I just saw him at the company yesterday.

Qingyuan subconsciously looked up.

Through the fully transparent glass railing on the second floor, sure enough, a strikingly bright purple figure stood there.

Lu Zhaoheng swirled his wine glass with one hand, while a middle-aged man in a suit beside him chatted animatedly, their expressions suggesting they wished they could fly to the heavens.

Just as he was getting into the swing of things, Young Master Lu seemed to realize that someone was watching him from below.

Her eyelids drooped down.

Downstairs, a young man in a hoodie and jeans held a car purchase contract in his hand, beaming with a smile.

"Clatter".

Lu Zhaoheng's hand trembled, and the red wine in the glass spilled all over his tiger's mouth.

He seemed to have been paralyzed, all his previous bravado vanished, and his expression was somewhere between "wanting to cry" and "wanting to scream for help".

Qingyuan's smile deepened.

The young master upstairs moved his lips and silently mouthed the words:

"Waiting for you to grill it."

After the action was completed, the salesman jogged over to deliver the keys.

Qingyuan took it, waved casually to the upstairs, got into the car, stepped on the gas, and the gray sedan slid out of the showroom and merged into the vast traffic.

The second floor.

Lu Zhaoheng leaned against the railing, his calves cramping a little.

"Young Master Lu? Why are your hands shaking?"

The manager standing next to him looked concerned.

Lu Zhaoheng snapped out of his daze, frantically wiping his hands with tissues, his voice hoarse:

"Air conditioning! The temperature is too low!"

After saying that, he muttered to himself again, his eyes filled with despair:

"Oh no... I can't get away with this barbecue now."

......

Hongqiao Station was teeming with people.

"Auntie! Second Auntie!"

A stream of people surged out of the station exit, and the most eye-catching one was my aunt, Shen Yumei.

Wearing a bright red windbreaker, with curly, fluffy hair, dragging two enormous suitcases, his voice was so loud that it automatically cleared a three-meter radius around him.

"Oh my god! Is that our little Yuan? Look at him! He's so big, he stands out from the crowd!"

Qingyuan greeted them with a smile, naturally taking the heavy box, and then greeted his second aunt's family.

"Good lad, you're quite sturdy!"

My aunt's husband, Guo Dajiang, gave me a bear hug with so much force it could strangle a cow.

"How's it going? Has anyone given you any trouble this year? If so, just say the word, and your uncle will bring some men to beat them up!"

My second aunt's family is more refined.

My second aunt, an accountant, adjusted her glasses and said somewhat awkwardly, "Xiao Yuan, thank you for your help. There must be nowhere for all these elderly people to stay, right?"

Qingyuan carried the suitcase in one hand and replied, "Don't worry, everything has been arranged."

Upon arriving at the parking lot, the new car was bright and spacious, but even if it could be transformed, it couldn't fit seven or eight people.

Just as Guo Qiang was about to speak, Qingyuan snapped his fingers: "Qiangzi, take Auntie and the others in another car, a private car. The money has been paid, just follow behind."

A seven-seater commercial vehicle was parked smoothly to the side.

Auntie took one look and beamed with joy, then slapped Qingyuan on the back: "You're the most reliable one! Unlike my little rascal, all he does is eat like an idiot."

"Mom! Show some respect in public!"

Guo Qiang looked miserable.

"Face? If you were half as worry-free as your brother, I'd kowtow to you!"

Noisy and bustling, yet warm and cozy.

That's what blood ties are like: less formality, more fervor, and a genuine desire for your well-being that can't be faked.

Qingyuan was about to take people to eat local Shanghai cuisine.

My brow twitched suddenly.

A highly unsettling odor, not directed at him but like swamp gas rising from a stinking ditch, wafted from the crowd on his right.

Qingyuan turned his head.

In the gaps between the crowd, a middle-aged man, around fifty years old, leaned against a pillar, puffing on a cigarette.

This man must have had some good looks when he was young; he was quite decent-looking.

Now, his eyes are puffy, his pupils are cloudy and darting around, and the listlessness and meanness from excessive indulgence are almost written all over his face.

It looks somewhat familiar.

Where have I seen this before?

Driven by curiosity, the [Mind Monkey] radar scanned the area, enhanced by his pupil technique.

The man's aura was a filthy mess, a grayish-black tinged with the scent of rotten peach blossoms, which was described as "greedy for money and lustful, neglecting all family ties".

Whispers of the heart, carried by the wind to the ear:

"...That brat, if she dares not pay, I'll cause trouble at the company. She's too thin-skinned to back down..."

"Going after that damned woman is useless; we're all in the same boat. She wouldn't just stand by and watch her own father starve... This time she'll extort at least 100,000..."

Rascal.

"Xiao Yuan? What's wrong? Are you spacing out?"

Shen Yumei gave Qingyuan a push.

He withdrew his gaze, the glint in his eyes fading, replaced by a smile:

"It's nothing, just mistaken identity. Come on! Auntie, let's try some local-style braised pork tonight and see how it compares to yours!"

......

Lao Zhengxing Restaurant

At the dinner table, Qingyuan demonstrated his hosting skills by ordering authentic dishes and catering to all tastes.

After downing two cups of rice wine, my eldest uncle, his face flushed and neck thick, began reminiscing about the past, while my second uncle stood by, smiling and agreeing with him.

Guo Qiang was busy taking photos, editing them, and posting them on social media, while his aunt turned into a feeding machine, wishing she could stuff all the food she had missed throughout the year into Qingyuan's stomach.

"That's enough, everyone drink less."

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Qingyuan escorted them to the hotel.

The aunt glanced at the time, then waved her hand dismissively, urging people to leave.

"Alright! You've been up all day, go back and lie down, you have to go to work tomorrow. The rest of us old folks can still move around, go about your own business, don't worry about us!"

Qingyuan didn't mince words and explained:

"Okay, Auntie, I do have another engagement, a dinner invitation from an elder that I can't refuse. I'll rest well tonight, and I'll pick you up early tomorrow morning to go to the Bund."

"Go away! Business is more important!"

Upon hearing that it was a gathering for elders, Shen Yumei declined even more enthusiastically:

"Our child is popular, and it's a blessing that the elders are willing to help. Hurry up!"

After saying goodbye to his relatives, he climbed back into the car.

As dusk settles and the night air grows cool, the city lights begin to twinkle.

With a clear goal in mind, I'm going home.

To be precise, it's going back to room 201 next door.

Although I attended a banquet, given the terrifying digestive power of [Fuyue Town], I only managed to get a small portion of the food.

With a light touch on the accelerator, the new car glided into the old residential area.

Carrying the fruit and health products he had bought along the way, Qingyuan walked briskly.

Upon reaching the second floor, I paused.

The security door to apartment 201 was half-open, revealing a crack through which a dim yellow light shone through.

A suppressed, sharp argument slipped out through the crack in the door.

"...He's my son too! Why can't I see him?!"

"Liang Huilan! Stop putting on that pretentious act and trying to intimidate me... So what if you have a little money? What kind of skill is it to hide people away..."

The air temperature dropped.

The blood and qi gradually boiled.

Qingyuan didn't hesitate.

Raise your hand.

He lightly tapped the half-closed iron gate with his knuckles, unhurriedly.

Finished typing.

Push open the door and go straight in.