Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Shen Qingzhou wasn't surprised at all that Jiang Haichao suddenly wanted to introduce him to business opportunities.

After all, his daughter was suddenly going to work in a completely unfamiliar place, and it involved some kind of shady, unsavory business. He was bound to be curious about what she was doing every day.

Otherwise, given Jiang Haichao's connections, it would be quite easy for him to arrange a job for Jiang Xinyue.

Seeing that Shen Qingzhou readily agreed, Jiang Haichao didn't waste any words and went straight to explaining the matter.

"The person I'm introducing..."

"Sit down and talk."

Shen Qingzhou gestured for Jiang Haichao to sit down and speak slowly.

Jiang Haichao then sat down, and Jiang Xinyue poured a glass of water and quietly placed it in front of him.

"Let me introduce you to this job; it's for a family member of an employee at the cultural center..."

It turns out that the business deal Jiang Haichao was referring to was with an employee of his cultural center named Tang Shaoyou, who was originally an officer in the propaganda department of the municipal machinery factory.

However, because of his excellent writing skills, he not only took on the factory's briefings, publicity materials, and reports, but also published many articles in municipal and provincial magazines.

Later, when the city's cultural center was short-staffed, they transferred him from the machinery factory.

At that time, the machinery factory was thriving, so Tang Shaoyou was transferred to the cultural center, which made some people envious, but not jealous.

However, a few years later, the factory was poorly managed, and thousands of employees were laid off overnight, making it difficult for them to support their families.

Tang Shaoyou, however, left the factory early on and became a full-time employee at the cultural center. His job was respectable, stable, and prestigious, and everyone addressed him respectfully as "Teacher Tang," which naturally made him the envy of others.

His work was going smoothly, and his son was also very promising, getting into Fudan University in Shanghai and becoming the first college student in their residential area. This made him even more envied.

At first, people just threw garbage and spat at his doorstep.

Later, it got worse and worse. Dead rats, dead sparrows, bloodstained strips of cloth, half-burnt yellow paper, and paper figures with needles stuck in them would appear at his door, on his windowsill, and in the cracks of his door every few days.

Tang Shaoyou worked at the cultural center and naturally did not believe in these feudal superstitions.

But these despicable methods are truly disgusting.

He reported it to the police, but it was all trivial civil disputes. There was no evidence, and he couldn't find the person to help, so it was eventually left unresolved.

But no one expected that his son, who had just been admitted to university, would suddenly fall seriously ill.

He had a persistent high fever and was in a coma for several days. Although he survived after being rescued, his eyes were vacant, his reactions were slow, his speech was incoherent, and he was completely dazed and confused, a stark contrast to his former self.

Rumors spread like wildfire. Some said his son had been harmed by a curse, while others whispered that his family had done something wicked that was now being punished for their son's misdeeds.

Tang Shaoyou initially didn't believe in these things, but later he had no choice but to believe them. He took his son to many hospitals and consulted so-called experts, but they couldn't find the root cause.

They secretly consulted many folk "masters," spending a lot of money and being scammed time and time again, but their son's mental disability did not improve at all.

"More than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye." Jiang Haichao's tone was full of regret when he spoke of Tang Shaoyou.

Tang Shaoyou was young, talented, and full of vigor back then, and could have made a name for himself in the literary world.

But ever since his son's incident, it seems that his spirit has been completely broken, and he has not produced any good works since.

The couple resigned themselves to their fate, keeping their mentally challenged son at home and living a muddled life.

"I didn't believe in these things at first, but after meeting you, and hearing from Xinyue that you were looking for work, I remembered this and decided to give it a try."

Shen Qingzhou nodded. "I need to go and see for myself to know what's going on."

"Of course, I've already talked to Lao Tang about this. Whenever you have time, we can just go to his house," Jiang Haichao said.

"Let's do it now." Shen Qingzhou stood up abruptly.

Anyway, he had already finished breakfast, so he reached out to clear the bowls and bags off the table.

"Boss, I can handle this..."

Jiang Xinyue, who was talking to Xiao Qiu, quickly stepped forward, showing her keen observation.

Shen Qingzhou didn't refuse when he heard this. He reached out and put Xiao Qiu's finger bone on the table into his pocket, and then went out with Jiang Haichao.

As soon as I stepped outside, I heard Xiaoqiu talking to her mother.

"Mommy, my brother took my bones with him..."

"Does he really like my bones? Even more than Xiao Hei...?"

"Ask Grandpa if he has any more, and give him some more..."

Shen Qingzhou: ……

Jiang Haichao heard it too, and a smile appeared on his lips.

However, she still apologized to Shen Qingzhou, saying, "Children say things without thinking, please don't mind."

Shen Qingzhou glanced at him and said, "Do I look like such a petty person?"

Jiang Haichao thought to himself, "What are you saying? Do I dare to say you are?"

The two went downstairs, and Shen Qingzhou asked, "Did you drive here?"

"No, I came by car with Xiaoqiu's mother."

"Do you accept mobile payments?" Shen Qingzhou asked again.

"Of course I do. Even though I'm an old-fashioned person, I still use mobile payment."

"That's fine then. I don't have any. You can pay for the taxi," Shen Qingzhou said.

Jiang Haichao didn't seem to mind, and let out a hearty laugh.

Because he knew that Shen Qingzhou was a person of high moral character who donated all the money he earned to welfare homes.

Not only did they pay 120,000 yuan, but they also made the other party transfer the 500,000 yuan to the welfare home's account without batting an eye.

This is also an important reason why Jiang Haichao agreed to let his daughter Jiang Xinyue work here.

Once they reached the roadside, Jiang Haichao hailed a car, and it took about half an hour to reach his destination.

He had contacted Tang Shaoyou on the way, so as soon as Shen Qingzhou got out of the car, he saw an elderly man with gray hair walking towards them.

He wore a somewhat worn-out executive jacket, and although his hair was gray, it was neatly styled. He wore black-rimmed glasses and looked very refined and knowledgeable.

"Director Jiang, welcome. Thank you for remembering me."

Tang Shaoyou reached out his hand from afar, and when he saw Jiang Haichao approaching, he quickly shook hands with him, his gratitude evident in his words.

Tang Shaoyou was actually older than Jiang Haichao, but his position had nothing to do with his age. As the director of the cultural center, Jiang Haichao was Tang Shaoyou's direct superior and naturally received extra respect from him.

Jiang Haichao didn't say much, just patted the back of his hand gently, and then looked at Shen Qingzhou who was smoking next to him.

"This is Master Shen. I specially invited him to take a look at you," Jiang Haichao introduced.

"Hello, hello..." Upon hearing this, Tang Shaoyou immediately shook hands with Shen Qingzhou warmly.

His enthusiasm was not because he believed Shen Qingzhou could solve his son's problem, but because he was personally introduced by Jiang Haichao.

Therefore, whether Shen Qingzhou has real skills or not is not important. Even if he ultimately fails to solve his son's problem, he will still pay a sum of money as a thank you.

Tang Shaoyou didn't waste any words and directly carried the two of them towards his home.

He began to introduce himself along the way, but Shen Qingzhou didn't listen much because Jiang Haichao had already told him all of this.

His attention was always focused on the environment of the neighborhood in front of him.

This is really a great place...

Shen Qingzhou looked up at a residential building next door, where many residents' windows were sealed shut.

Seemingly noticing Shen Qingzhou's gaze, Tang Shaoyou said with a hint of pride, "This neighborhood is quite nice, isn't it? The landscaping is excellent, and the property prices aren't too high. I looked at many neighborhoods before finally choosing this one..."

"You really know how to pick a place!" Shen Qingzhou chuckled.

Tang Shaoyou thought Shen Qingzhou was praising him and was very happy, but Jiang Haichao sensed a different meaning.

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