Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

"Yes, I still want to hear the reason," Jiang Yuangui said, sounding slightly uneasy.

This time, Shen Qingzhou didn't keep him in suspense and said directly, "It's because of the ghost babies, black and white, five or six of them were crawling on his head. No wonder the child was making a fuss at night."

"Ghost...ghost baby...wait, black, white, what do you mean?" Jiang Yuangui didn't react at first, then became a little anxious.

"Just the literal meaning," Shen Qingzhou said.

"You mean, those ghost babies were all attracted by my daughter-in-law?" Jiang Yuangui's voice trembled slightly.

He had probably already guessed some of it, but he still held onto a sliver of hope.

"You could think of it that way, because those are the children's older brothers and sisters..."

"You're talking nonsense! Do you have any evidence? Master, I know you're capable, but don't spout nonsense. People can die from it. My daughter-in-law is a top student at Madier Journalism School! Master, you have to take responsibility for what you say..."

Jiang Yuangui found it hard to accept this fact and roared at him, even with a hint of threat in his voice.

"Why don't you just go get checked? If you don't trust me, you can trust the doctor, right? Medicine is so advanced these days, it's easy to find out..."

"I will, I will, Mr. Song. I know you have some skills, but if the investigation finds that the facts are inconsistent, I will sue you. I will call the police and report you for fraud, and send you to jail..."

Jiang Yuangui seemed to have calmed down. His voice was no longer so sharp, but it became even colder and more threatening.

Shen Qingzhou chuckled lightly, not caring at all, and continued, "By the way, here's another piece of news for you: it seems that your eldest grandson and you don't have the fate of being grandfather and grandson. Of course, that's assuming you're sure your son is your biological son."

Shen Qingzhou thought Jiang Yuangui would fly into a rage again and hurl insults at him over the phone.

To his surprise, after a brief silence, Jiang Yuangui calmly asked, "Master, are you sure?"

He even used the honorific title "Master" again.

"Compared to the previous matter, it would be easier for you to confirm this one, wouldn't it?" Shen Qingzhou said.

"You're right, thank you."

Shen Qingzhou was a little confused when he heard him thank her.

What's going on? Why are you so calm?

"I'll check it out first. If it's really as the master said, I'll personally visit to express my gratitude."

After Jiang Yuangui finished speaking, he slammed down the phone.

"Tch~, quite the temper." Shen Qingzhou tossed the phone aside.

Then he asked Jiang Xinyue, "Any other orders today?"

"No, but this afternoon you need to meet with Mr. Yang from Huaqiao Town. The appointment time is 3 pm, and the location is the Starry Night Milk Tea Shop on the second floor of Xingyue Plaza," Jiang Xinyue said.

"Why did you have to meet at a bubble tea shop of all places?" Shen Qingzhou grumbled discontentedly.

"I like milk tea, I want to drink milk tea." Xiao Qiu, who was standing nearby, heard this and immediately shouted that she wanted to drink some.

"Don't get distracted, focus on writing your characters," Shen Qingzhou said.

"I'll order her a drink."

Jiang Xinyue couldn't bear to disappoint Xiao Qiu, so she picked up her phone to order a drink for her daughter. Although she couldn't actually drink it, she would try her best to satisfy her daughter's desires as long as it was within her means.

"Boss, would you like a drink?"

Although Shen Qingzhou looked disgusted, Jiang Xinyue still asked casually.

"Drink, give me the full set," Shen Qingzhou said.

"Huh? Ah?"

Jiang Xinyue hadn't expected Shen Qingzhou to want a drink, and upon hearing this, she was slightly taken aback before bursting into laughter.

Soon, Shen Qingzhou and Xiao Qiu sat side by side on the sofa, sipping their milk tea.

Of course, Xiao Qiu was only pretending to drink; she was actually consuming qi. Even so, she was very happy.

He teased the little short legs, grinned, and had a bright smile on his face.

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At 2 PM, Shen Qingzhou arrived at the Starry Night Milk Tea shop right on time.

Then he immediately recognized which one was the person he was going to meet.

He was in his thirties, with an average appearance and a slightly overweight figure, and his clothes looked very business-like.

Of course, what Shen Qingzhou recognized at a glance was not his appearance, but the fierce-looking man riding on his neck, his ten fingers deeply embedded in his head, his fierce eyes gleaming, as if he wanted to rip out his brains.

What made Shen Qingzhou frown even more was that the other party's face was pale and his luck was extremely low. He had obviously done a lot of bad things and was having a run of bad luck.

But it was precisely because of this that the thing dared to ride on his head so brazenly.

If one's Qi and blood are abundant and one's fortune is at its peak, ghosts would never dare to act so recklessly. Otherwise, they would not only fail to harm people, but would also be harmed by the Yang energy.

Shen Qingzhou felt an urge to turn around and leave. If he kept in touch with this unlucky guy, he might catch his bad luck too.

However, considering the minimum reward of 100,000, he still went over.

"Mr. Yang?"

Shen Qingzhou sat down directly opposite him.

"Yes, I am Yang Xiaoyong."

Yang Xiaoyong quickly stood up and politely extended his hand.

But Shen Qingzhou had no desire to interact with the other party and said directly, "Let's get straight to the point."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoyong's face flashed with displeasure, but he was there to make money and couldn't afford to let things fall apart like this.

Moreover, he has recently been under close police surveillance, and it is not easy to find someone willing to participate in a ghost marriage. If the person runs away, he will suffer a great loss.

"I'm not sure how to address you yet."

Yang Xiaoyong smiled broadly, looking Shen Qingzhou up and down, seemingly very satisfied with his appearance.

"Shen Qingzhou."

"Good name, Xiao Shen. Where do you work?"

"Unemployed, without any formal job."

"No way, the WeChat message said she graduated from China University of Science and Technology, how come she doesn't have a job? Is it fake?" Yang Xiaoyong asked suspiciously.

Did I specify what your major is?

"Physics, what's wrong?"

"Isn't it normal that you're unemployed? If you don't believe me, you can check it on the China Higher Education Student Information System (CHESICC)."

Then Yang Xiaoyong actually took out his phone and started checking.

"Don't blame me for being serious, but the price is different depending on whether you have a degree or not. Besides, someone with your high level of education can negotiate a higher price with the owner."

Hearing this, Shen Qingzhou calmed down.

When Yang Xiaoyong confirmed it was true, he was both surprised and shocked. He not only took a screenshot of the academic credentials, but also took several photos of Shen Qingzhou on the spot.

However, Yang Xiaoyong was still very curious, "Why did you choose to do this? Aren't you at all bothered by it?"

"I'm short of money, and besides, I studied physics; do you think I'd believe that kind of thing?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoyong immediately became excited, slamming his hand on the table and saying, "Oh my, what you said makes so much sense! I was looking in the wrong direction before. I shouldn't have gone to the countryside to look for you; I should have gone to major universities to find highly educated talents like you..."

"That's the right way to think about it. As long as you pay them, those college students will marry anyone, even a paper doll, let alone a ghost."

"Yes, yes, I really made the right decision to come today."

Yang Xiaoyong reached out to shake Shen Qingzhou's hand again, but Shen Qingzhou dodged him again.

"Enough with the nonsense, you know my requirements, right? If I'm not satisfied, I won't take this job, and you'll have to delete those photos I just took," Shen Qingzhou said.

"Of course, of course..."

Yang Xiaoyong wasn't angry. He took out a few photos from his bag.

The ghost that had been riding on Yang Xiaoyong's neck suddenly sniffed, bent down, and slowly moved closer to Shen Qingzhou's head.

Because he smelled the incense scent on Shen Qingzhou.

P.S.: I'd like to solicit suggestions for a book title.