What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

"I've heard the news. What happened in the underground palace yesterday was truly earth-shattering! I just wanted to welcome you back in triumph, so I'm hosting a special dinner for you."

Jin Wanliang's voice came through the receiver, his tone still fervent.

I toyed with the black bone needle in my hand and said casually, "No need for a welcome dinner, I just ate. Just say what's on your mind."

"Hehe, nothing can be hidden from you, little brother."

There are two things. First, I want to thank you again on behalf of Chairman Lin. Second, I have some very important news that I would like to discuss with you in person.

I've prepared some fine tea at Tingyu Pavilion, would you do me the honor of joining me, my friend?

Listening to the Rain Pavilion.

This place is where Li Qing and I first met, and it's also Jin Wanliang's old business haunt.

It is said that the boss behind the scenes is extremely mysterious and has never appeared in the public eye.

But I think it's most likely that old bastard Jin Wanliang.

Thinking about it this way, his relationship with Li Qing was definitely not simple either.

But this old fox won't do anything without a reason; he deliberately arranged to meet me there, so he probably has something important to discuss with me.

But coincidentally, I also have something to ask him.

With that in mind, I said directly, "Okay, I'll be there in half an hour."

After hanging up the phone, I quickly tidied myself up, changed into a clean set of casual clothes, and then drove my old Santana straight to Tingyuxuan.

Ten minutes later, I parked my car and entered the Tingyuxuan gate.

Upon entering, I glanced at the counter and saw that the woman with the nail polish had vanished, replaced by an ordinary-looking waitress.

A waiter, who had obviously been instructed beforehand, rushed up to greet me as soon as I entered and respectfully led me into the Tingtao Pavilion at the very back.

As you push open the door, a delicate aroma of tea wafts out.

Jin Wanliang was sitting at a rosewood tea table, fiddling with a set of purple clay teaware in his hands.

Upon seeing me enter, he immediately put down what he was doing, his chubby face beaming with smiles, and quickly came to greet me.

"Oh, my dear Brother Chen, please have a seat! You must have had a long night!"

I nodded and, without standing on ceremony, went straight to sit down opposite the head of the table.

Jin Wanliang quickly poured me a cup of tea; the tea was clear and fragrant.

"This is genuine pre-Qingming Longjing tea. I only managed to get this two ounces through old connections. Please have a taste, brother."

I picked up the teacup and took a sip; it was indeed quite good.

I put down my teacup, looked at Jin Wanliang, and said nothing.

Jin Wanliang was a shrewd man. Seeing my expression, he immediately took out a check from his pocket and handed it over with both hands.

"This is a small token of Chairman Lin's appreciation. He originally intended to personally visit and express his gratitude, and then host a banquet with a hundred or eighty tables to thank him."

But you know his situation; he recently lost his beloved daughter and can't spare the time right now.

He repeatedly told me to make sure I conveyed his gratitude.

I glanced at the number on the check: two million.

For a tycoon like Lin Heng, this amount of money isn't a huge sum, but it's not insignificant either.

Moreover, the ten million reward for my actions was already deposited into my bank account last night.

I shook my head slightly, pushed the check back, and refused to accept the money.

When I pushed the check back, Jin Wanliang's face stiffened, but then he put on a smile again.

He was about to say something when I spoke first.

"Old Jin, I won't take the money. I've already taken what I was owed. But we need to talk about this."

My voice was very soft, as if I were chatting about the weather with an old friend.

But when I looked into his eyes, there was no smile.

Jin Wanliang's smile froze for a moment, his eyes flickering: "Brother, which...which one are you referring to?"

I tapped my fingers lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound.

"That night, you brought Lin Heng directly to my rented apartment."

I stared into his eyes, my tone still unhurried, "I've worked at the funeral home for so long, but in front of Lin Heng, I'm just an ordinary makeup artist, maybe a little bolder."

Why would he think of me first when faced with such a strange situation? And how did he manage to pinpoint my address so precisely?

"Old Jin, we're partners. I have no objection to you making money by selling information."

But you sold me to the Lin family, shouldn't you give me an explanation?

The atmosphere instantly turned cold.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Jin Wanliang's forehead.

He's a smart man and knows my taboos. Although I don't mind taking jobs, I hate trouble and I hate being used as a tool.

His decision to bring Lin Heng to my residence without my consent was indeed against my wishes.

"Brother, I'm innocent!"

Jin Wanliang wore a bitter expression and waved his hands repeatedly, "Although I, Old Jin, love money, I acquire it in a proper way."

I would never betray a friend!

He sighed, picked up his teacup and took a big gulp before lowering his voice and saying, "Brother, do you think I want to push you to the forefront?"

"The situation that day was just too critical."

"When Lin Heng found me, the blood lines on his neck were almost digging into his flesh. He had searched all over Jiangcheng for masters, some of whom said it was a skin disease, while others were scared away after just one look."

He was desperate and grasped at straws, which is why he came to me for help.

Jin Wanliang glanced at me, a shrewd glint in his eyes: "I know you like peace and quiet and don't want to get involved in karma, but besides you, no one in Jiangcheng can take on this matter."

That's a garment woven by a hundred ghosts! Any ordinary feng shui master would be sent to their death if they went there.

If I were to give him random advice, I would be harming him and ruining my own reputation.

"Oh? You know it's called Hundred Demons Weaving Clothes?" I looked at him with a half-smile.

"Ahem...you told me about it later, little brother..."

Jin Wanliang muttered to himself, seemingly unsure of his own explanation.

Of course he would feel guilty, because I had never mentioned the Hundred Ghosts Weaving Clothes to him or Lin Heng.

Jin Wanliang gritted his teeth and decided to lay his cards on the table: "Brother, let's not beat around the bush."

Ever since Li Qing and you went to Huilong Village, I've known you're no ordinary person. Staying in the funeral home is like a dragon swimming in shallow water.

Lin Heng is the richest man in Jiangcheng, and he has a vast amount of resources at his disposal.

I'm thinking that if I can get you connected with the Lin family this time, it will be extremely beneficial for your future cultivation!

He spoke sincerely, his eyes even carrying a hint of grievance, as if he were saying, "I'm doing this for your own good."

I remained silent for a moment.

Actually, I've always had a vague premonition in my heart.

Jin Wanliang was not a pure businessman, and his relationship with Li Qing was ambiguous. His relationship with Li Qing was definitely not just a simple acquaintance.

Furthermore, how many ordinary people can be involved in reselling information within the industry?

Regarding Lin Heng's matter, he is making venture capital investments.

He saw potential in me and wanted to use the Lin family incident to further bind our interests together.

At the same time, it makes me owe the Lin family a favor, or the Lin family owe me a huge favor.

Regardless of the outcome, as the middleman, he will make a fortune.