Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

At the same time, Pierpoint.

The top floor of one of the company's buildings is resplendent in gold and exudes a luxurious atmosphere.

Yu Qingtu sat in the VIP section, ignoring the fawning smiles of the executives around him, and casually took out a few vials of medicine and put them down.

He accepted the black card offered by the head executive, who bowed respectfully, and prepared to activate the teleportation coordinates to return to the bamboo house.

Today is the coldest time of the year in that world, and also the anniversary of that poor little guy's death.

Just as the teleportation light was about to illuminate, Yu Qingtu glanced at the auction list out of the corner of her eye, and her gaze suddenly froze.

"Forget-Me-Not Plum Blossom Wine?"

Yu Qingtu's slightly flustered expression startled the company executives, who nearly broke out in a cold sweat.

Everyone knows that this genius pharmacist is unpredictable and should not be offended in the slightest.

The company's board of directors had long ago made it clear that even if the geniuses of the Genius Club wanted to split up the department building, they had to go along with it first.

So the senior executive in charge quickly stepped forward and asked cautiously.

"Your Excellency, Ms. Yu Qingtu, may I ask if there is anything wrong with this Forget-Me-Not Plum Blossom Wine...?"

This executive was none other than Abby Des, a descendant of the family to which Charlie Des belonged.

Yu Qingtu's expression softened slightly, returning to its usual calm.

More than a thousand years have passed since Qi Zhimu passed away. To this day, only three jars of the rare plum blossom wine remain, belonging to her, Black Swan, and Ruan Mei respectively.

Everyone treasures it and would never sell this relic with its special significance.

Unless a black swan event occurs and its legacy is divided up by others.

As for Ruan Mei, the fact that Bo Shizun glanced at her meant that the Genius Club had sent her an invitation, and there weren't many people capable of causing her trouble.

Qi Zhimu did not name this wine back then, but the meaning of the two characters "Forget Worries" is quite fitting for its effect.

Plum blossom wine is nothing special; what is special is that it was seen at an auction held at the company headquarters.

"Tell me, who created that Forget-Me-Not Plum Blossom Wine, and what makes it so unique that it's an item at the company's auction?"

Not sensing any impatience in Yu Qingtu's tone, Abby secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Honorable lady, this is a consumable rare item, produced by the owner of Qingxinju, a hot spring resort in a certain cave in Luofu, within the Immortal Boat Alliance."

"Drinking a cup can soothe the mind and temporarily relieve worries."

"According to that boss, only he can make plum blossom wine into a rare product and mass-produce it. The company has been researching for hundreds of years but has not been able to replicate it, which proves that what he said is true."

"This is the last batch of jars for this year. Qingxinju only supplies one hundred jars each year."

Immortal Boat Luofu... Qingxinju Hot Spring Resort... Longevity Seed Owner...

No matter which message it was, it made Yu Qingtu frown.

None of them match.

"What's the owner's name at Qingxinju?"

His surname is Qi, and his given name is Zhimu.

What?!

Yu Qingtu's breath hitched.

"Which one is Qi, which one is Zhi, which one is Mu? What do they look like?"

When faced with Yu Qingtu's gaze, which seemed capable of scorching one to death, and hearing her four consecutive questions, Abby almost burst into tears and sat down on the ground with a thud.

Everyone knows that geniuses are eccentric and extremely difficult to deal with.

Yu Qingtu has a track record at the company. Once, a clueless guy offended her for some reason and became the raw material for bartending on the spot.

It's said that his job level is still P44, but the board of directors didn't dare to say a word and instead personally apologized.

If he were to provoke Yu Qingtu's wrath, his death would be a minor matter; the real danger would be the complete disappearance of the Des family from history.

Considering these consequences, Abby didn't dare to be negligent and immediately took out the profit-sharing contracts signed over the years.

"Please, please...please take a look yourself..."

Upon seeing the familiar name, Yu Qingtu was still able to maintain some composure.

But when that face, with its many familiar features, came into view, her breathing suddenly quickened.

It looks...very much like it!

The Milky Way is home to countless civilizations and diverse worlds, including many beings who look 90% alike but have different experiences.

There are at least 80 or 90 million people named Qi Zhimu, but when multiple unique characteristics of him overlap, it cannot be explained by mere coincidence.

She desperately wanted to rush to the Luofu Immortal Ship to confirm whether the immortal Qi Zhimu was indeed the little one she longed for day and night.

But now, she has something she has to do.

"Give me a ticket to the auction."

"Okay, okay..."

Abigail didn't dare ask and quickly handed over the highest-level VIP seat voucher.

After watching the giant Buddha statue leave, he collapsed as if utterly exhausted, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

……

Items at the company's auctions are usually of extraordinary value.

Although the Forget-Me-Not Plum Blossom Wine is a rare item, there are countless rare items in the universe, and anything with special effects can be called a rare item.

What truly determines value is its practicality in relation to life.

But there are exceptions.

These kinds of exotic items that provide emotional value are not actually expensive for the super-rich; their luxury relies more on the brand and scarcity to create an aura of extravagance.

Wealthy people are happy to use it to entertain distinguished guests and show off their status; face is often more important than practicality.

Therefore, over the centuries, the Forget-Me-Not Plum Blossom Wine has become a luxury item among wines under the company's management.

The starting bid is usually set at five million credits, while the final price fluctuates around ten million.

However, this time—

"One hundred million."

A pharmacist in the VIP section, who could neither recognize the original voice nor see the person's face, pressed the bidding button next to his seat without hesitation.

His voice was calm, yet it caused an uproar throughout the hall.

Countless eyes turned in that direction, and even the experienced host was stunned for a few seconds, forgetting the countdown.

"Why aren't you dropping the hammer yet?"

Yu Qingtu reminded him in a cold voice.

She was already very impatient.

"Uh, congratulations to our distinguished guest on winning the Forget-Me-Not Plum Blossom Wine!"

As soon as the hammer fell, Yu Qingtu immediately left his seat.

Many bidders were secretly relieved, realizing that the other party's target was clearly the jar of wine and that they would not participate in the subsequent main event.

As soon as Yu Qingtu stepped out of the auction house, company employees respectfully presented him with the jar of wine, as if they knew who the winner would be.

In fact, even if she doesn't bid, the company will find a way to get the wine to her.

When Abby reported this, the contemporary Dragon Crystal almost wanted to chop him up and feed him to the dogs.

If a genius has their eye on something, why not offer it up?

Even the slightest chance of gaining goodwill makes the losses insignificant.

Abigail was on the verge of tears, wanting to say that he had been so frightened that his brain had shut down, but he knew he couldn't explain it.

Yu Qingtu had no interest in these schemes. He casually tossed out a credit card and disappeared from the spot the next moment.

Inside the bamboo house, the teleportation light dissipated.

She hurriedly opened the wine jar, and a wisp of clear plum blossom fragrance wafted out, so familiar that it intoxicated her very soul.

When I opened the jar I treasured for comparison, the aroma was almost identical.

With trembling hands, he poured a small cup, tilted his head back, and drank it all.

"This is the taste..."

This is the taste!!!

There's no mistake, it must be him!

Just as she got up to head to Luofu, a seductive figure in a deep purple dress silently drifted in from outside the door.

His gaze fell on the two jars of plum blossom wine on the table, and he was taken aback.