Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Old Zhong opened his eyes and saw a familiar figure squatting over the pit, staring at him. He smiled, even though his mouth was taped shut, his eyes were full of laughter.

Shen Qingzhou reached out and ripped the tape off his mouth, angrily saying, "If you dare to embezzle my money, you'll have to pay off your debt with your daughter!"

"Really?" Old Zhong's face lit up with joy upon hearing this.

"You son of a bitch, you not only covet my money, but you also want to be my father?"

Shen Qingzhou reached out and pulled him out of the pit.

Old Zhong then noticed that Huang Dayuan and Tang Xiaolan were lying by the pit, their fates unknown.

"Are they dead?" Old Zhong asked with a complicated expression.

"What the hell are you thinking? Do you think you're some kind of beauty? Others get angry for a woman, but I get angry for an old man? Am I out of my mind?"

Shen Qingzhou, her face full of disdain, reached out and pulled the rope off Old Zhong's hands.

Old Zhong plopped down on the muddy ground, trembling as he reached out to untie the ropes binding his hands. His wrists were bruised and black from being tied up for so long, and his fingers were stiff and inflexible.

However, he did not ask Shen Qingzhou for help again, but joked, "My daughter is a beauty, a great beauty. If you're willing, I'll tie her to your bed."

"Pah, you old codger, don't try to fool me. I've seen your daughter's picture; she's just a bespectacled girl with braces."

"That's because she hasn't fully developed yet. My daughter takes after her mother, who was a great beauty when she was young."

"Don't think that saying this will prevent you from paying back the money."

Seeing that Lao Zhong had untied the ropes from his feet, Shen Qingzhou kicked the two people lying on the ground.

"These two are yours. I'll wait for you in the car."

After finishing speaking, Shen Qingzhou left the backyard without looking back.

Old Zhong didn't call him either. Just as Shen Qingzhou said, this was his business, and he could only solve it himself.

Shen Qingzhou's BYD was parked on the road at the entrance of the village. When he finished his second cigarette, Lao Zhong staggered over.

"Let's go." Old Zhong opened the passenger seat and got in.

Shen Qingzhou flicked the cigarette butt out the window and said, "Does getting older make you more soft-hearted? You'll die at that woman's hands."

Clearly, although Shen Qingzhou was sitting in the car, she knew exactly what was happening in the yard, while Lao Zhong was not surprised at all.

"She was a good woman," Old Zhong sighed.

Then, with a hint of gritted teeth, she added, "She's a slut too."

Shen Qingzhou didn't say anything, but started the car.

"Go back and give me a talisman to ward off evil spirits."

"Ten thousand."

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"You'll get your share."

"What about the thirty million?"

"And you'll get your share too."

Although Old Zhong said this, he had already frowned, clearly indicating that this matter was not as easy as he made it out to be.

Where are we going?

Seeing Shen Qingzhou driving silently, Old Zhong shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

He was really afraid that Shen Qingzhou would use all his strange methods on him.

"Of course I'll take you home first; you stink to death right now."

"Is there?" Old Zhong raised his arm to smell it. "No."

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"Waiter, another bowl of chicken soup, please."

Old Zhong called out loudly to the waiter. He had already finished showering and was wearing a tight-fitting suit. His hair was slicked back and shiny, giving him the air of a successful man.

Unfortunately, he wolfs down his food, smacks his lips, and picks his teeth and sucks in air from time to time, showing absolutely no regard for his image.

"Would you like one too? Their chicken soup is very nourishing."

Old Zhong crossed his legs, looking completely at ease, showing no trace of his previous disheveled appearance.

"Forget it, just looking at you makes me lose my appetite."

"They don't know how to appreciate it."

He reached out and took the chicken soup the waiter brought over, then slurped it down in big gulps.

Ginseng soup with old hen is a local specialty dish in Huinan City and is quite famous.

Therefore, it has become a must-order dish for many tourists visiting southern Anhui, which makes authentic ginseng soup with old hen very rare.

Basically, one old hen and one ginseng can simmer for several days. When the soup runs out, water is added, and when the chicken soup flavor is gone, concentrated soup stock is added.

Of course, Lao Zhong's choice of this restaurant was definitely not due to this situation. Moreover, their soup is sold by the bowl, and you eat whatever you scoop out of the big pot on the spot.

Shen Qingzhou had been worried that Lao Zhong would take the money and run abroad, but now that he had met him, he was no longer in a hurry.

Shen Qingzhou was very patient, simply watching the other person quietly and waiting for them to finish eating.

Old Zhong felt a chill run down his spine under Shen Qingzhou's deep gaze. Even while drinking chicken soup, he felt a cold shiver down his spine. He drank half of the soup but couldn't bring himself to finish it.

Seeing that Lao Zhong had finished eating, Shen Qingzhou finally spoke up: "Where are we going now?"

"Meet one of your colleagues," Old Zhong said.

He then added, "The competitors in the open."

When the sign for "Zhixin Information Consulting" appeared before Shen Qingzhou, he finally understood what Lao Zhong meant.

Because the law prohibits the establishment of detective services, they are all operated in a gray area, such as security companies or information consulting companies.

Compared to Shen Qingzhou's small workshop model with only one person, the company in front of him was much larger, with a total of eight people including the person in charge.

"Old Zhong, what brings you here today?"

The person in charge of Zhixin Information Consulting Company is Zhang Haiyang, a middle-aged man about the same age as Lao Zhong. He is overweight, has thinning hair, wears thick glasses, and smiles like a kind uncle next door.

Old Zhong did not answer the question immediately, but said, "Let me introduce you two."

Before Lao Zhong could introduce him, Zhang Haiyang interjected, "No need for introductions, he's General Manager Shen from Qingzhou Firm."

"You investigated me?" Shen Qingzhou's deep eyes stared at the other person.

Zhang Haiyang felt a little uneasy under Shen Qingzhou's gaze, and gave a dry laugh, saying, "No, I'm just getting to know my colleagues. After all, information is very important for people in our line of work."

Shen Qingzhou nodded and looked away.

Many people dare not look Shen Qingzhou in the eye, not because his eyes are fierce. On the contrary, Shen Qingzhou's eyes are definitely the most outstanding feature of his body. Not only are his eyes beautifully shaped, but they are also as black as ink.

But one cannot look at them for too long; after looking at them for a while, one feels that Shen Qingzhou's eyes are like a cold pool that can pull one's soul into it.

"Alright, let's not talk about that. I came here to find someone."

Old Zhong stopped wasting words and went straight to the purpose of his visit.

Looking for someone?

Zhang Haiyang looked at Shen Qingzhou with some surprise.

The police came to report a crime?

Seeing Zhang Haiyang's confusion, Lao Zhong explained directly, "I'm looking for Zhou Minghan."

"Zhou Minghan? Are you still following up on this commission?"

Zhang Haiyang looked surprised upon hearing this.

"What do you mean by that?" Shen Qingzhou asked, somewhat surprised.

"We initially took on this commission, but after investigating for several months, we couldn't find a single clue, so we handed it over to Mr. Zhong." Zhang Haiyang looked at Mr. Zhong.

The reason Zhang Haiyang transferred this commission to Lao Zhong was twofold: first, he didn't want to continue wasting manpower and resources; second, he wanted to earn some intermediary fees. In short, he wouldn't lose out no matter what.

Old Zhong was well aware of this; the commissions that came to him were generally quite tricky, with high profits but also great difficulty.

"He took the money and ran away," Old Zhong said.

"What?"

Zhang Haiyang was so startled that he instantly stood up from his seat, and the few hairs on his head fluttered in the wind.

"You've completed the commission?" Zhang Haiyang's voice became somewhat high-pitched from surprise.

"How did you manage to do it? Where did you find the key?" Zhang Haiyang asked eagerly.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized what he had said.

He quickly said, "I'm sorry, I was too surprised."

According to industry practice, these questions shouldn't be asked, and there won't be any answers anyway.

Old Zhong waved his hand and said directly, "That's not what we're talking about now. Give me Zhou Minghan's information."