Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Shen Qingzhou became interested and asked curiously, "How are you going to give it to me?"

"I'll tell you the card number and password. You can go directly to the bank to withdraw the money. Of course, you can also transfer it directly to your account through online banking," the old man said seriously, not as if he were just boasting.

This piqued Shen Qingzhou's interest completely.

This old man is named Zhao Xuejun, whom Shen Qingzhou met during his last visit.

According to Shen Qingzhou's previous brief understanding, Zhao Xuejun was quite wealthy before his death, but his son-in-law squandered all his wealth. Unfortunately, his daughter was love-struck and obeyed her son-in-law's every word.

So after he learned that Shen Qingzhou could see him, he kept trying to entice Shen Qingzhou to help him kill his daughter and son-in-law.

"Old man, I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve? You're really cunning and shrewd with age; you were already on guard against your daughter and son-in-law all along, weren't you?"

If what the old man said was true, then earning five million would be a piece of cake, and Shen Qingzhou couldn't help but feel great.

"No, this five million is for my mother's retirement." Zhao Xuejun pointed to an elderly woman chatting with others next to him.

That was Zhao Xuejun's mother, an elderly woman in her eighties. That's why Zhao Xuejun was here.

"So, you mean that money belongs to your mother?" Shen Qingzhou said through gritted teeth.

"Why do I feel like you're swearing at me?" Zhao Xuejun asked, somewhat suspiciously.

"That money was deposited in the old lady's name. On one hand, it was for her retirement, and on the other hand, it was to have a backup plan in case my business ran into problems in the future. The old lady herself wasn't quite sure about it, so if you take it, no one will know," Zhao Xuejun said.

"Damn it, this is theft," Shen Qingzhou said irritably.

"The old lady might not know, but how could the bank not know? Five million is no small sum. Do you think they wouldn't verify such a large amount of money being transferred out?"

Shen Qingzhou wished he could crush that old devil with his bare hands, for what a terrible idea it was.

"Xiao Zhou, what are you talking to yourself for? Come here quickly."

Grandma Song didn't find it strange that Shen Qingzhou was standing to the side talking to herself, because she was already used to it.

"Oh, here it comes."

Shen Qingzhou ignored the old ghost and walked to Grandma Song's side.

Grandma Song had a thin blanket draped over her legs, with a few milk candies on it. Dou Dou was lying on her legs, counting the candies.

When Shen Qingzhou came up to her, Grandma Song waved for him to squat down.

Shen Qingzhou, who usually has a bad temper, became like a docile kitten in front of Grandma Song, not only obediently squatting down but also sticking his head over.

Grandma Song smiled and patted his head, then his cheek.

"You seem to have lost some weight. Remember to eat on time every day."

Grandma Song carefully examined Shen Qingzhou.

"No, I've found someone to cook for me now, and I eat very well every day," Shen Qingzhou said.

"You're lying. Cuiping told me that you've been going to the orphanage for meals a lot lately, and she also said that you've been making a lot of money lately, with large sums coming in every day, which makes her very nervous..."

The Cuiping that Grandma Song mentioned is the bookkeeper of the welfare home, named Jiang Cuiping. She is trusted by Grandma Song, so Shen Qingzhou did not think of replacing her after taking over the welfare home.

"It's not that exaggerated, it's just that I've recently taken on a few big orders," Shen Qingzhou quickly replied.

"I won't ask what you're doing, but promise me you won't go astray," Grandma Song said sternly.

"Don't worry about that. If I go astray, Uncle Chang will be the first to arrest me," Shen Qingzhou quickly said.

Grandma Song smiled upon hearing this, "That's true, I feel at ease with him taking care of you."

Shen Qingzhou secretly curled her lip.

Grandma Song continued, "You're not young anymore, you should consider finding someone. Bring them to me when the time comes."

"Definitely, definitely..."

"Sigh, I'm not trying to criticize you, but you've always been so honest. You blush even when you talk to girls. That won't do. Should I ask around at the nursing home and see if anyone knows anyone suitable? I could introduce you to someone..."

"Grandma, you've been so good to me, you're the only one who understands me the most."

Shen Qingzhou grasped Grandma Song's hand, so moved she almost cried.

"But there's no need for introductions. I'll try to bring someone to meet you before the Chinese New Year this year," Shen Qingzhou said.

"Okay, you told me that yourself, I didn't force you," Grandma Song said with a smile.

"Well……"

Shen Qingzhou was speechless for a moment. This old lady was so old, why did she still like to tease people?

"Oh~"

Just then, a small hand reached out from the side, holding a piece of candy.

Shen Qingzhou reached out and took it, unwrapped the candy, and popped it into his mouth.

Dumbass: (speech)

"Ada da da..."

Daidai was completely annoyed.

She had Shen Qingzhou help her peel it, not for him to eat.

She threw herself into Shen Qingzhou's arms and reached out to pry open his mouth.

"Don't bully Daidai."

Grandma Song reached out and gently pinched Song Qingzhou's face, just like she had pinched his silly little face before—without any force, only affection.

The elderly people nearby looked on with envy.

Those who can live here are generally not short of money; the only thing they lack is the care and attention of their children.

"Here, don't fight with your brother, you can have all of these."

An old lady next to me handed me a small bag of milk candy; the candy I had just eaten was also given to me by her.

And this old lady was Zhao Xuejun's mother.

This is a slightly plump, kind-looking old lady who doesn't look like she's living a life of luxury. She's just an ordinary rural old lady. What's most striking about her is that she's missing her little finger on her right hand.

Seemingly noticing Shen Qingzhou's gaze, Zhao Xuejun leaned closer and said, "That was when she was young, when she was working at my factory, she cut it off."

It turns out that Zhao Xuejun started his business by running a timber processing plant. In the beginning, he couldn't afford to hire many people, so his mother worked as a worker and helped him in the factory. In an accident, her finger was cut off.

It was fortunate that it was his own mother; otherwise, Zhao Xuejun's career would probably have collapsed halfway through.

Shen Qingzhou ignored him and reached out to snatch the candy from Daidai's hand, making her squeal and causing Grandma Song to "punch" him several times before she felt completely relieved.

Perhaps because the sun was too warm, Grandma Song was feeling drowsy, so Shen Qingzhou pushed her wheelchair back to her room to rest.

She sat blankly in her arms, her little hand tightly gripping one of Grandma Song's fingers. Grandma Song hugged her, her eyes slightly narrowed.

"Are you close to the old lady who gave you the candy?"

Shen Qingzhou asked this question because she noticed an unusual intimacy between the two when they spoke.

"You mean Fengying? She's a very nice person. She doesn't talk much, but she's very honest," Grandma Song said.

Why did you suddenly ask about her?

"It's nothing, I was just asking casually."

"She had a tragic life. Her husband died when she was young, her grandson died unexpectedly in middle age, and her son predeceased her in the end..."

"Oh, she has grandsons? How many sons does she have?"

Shen Qingzhou was somewhat surprised. Wasn't her grandson Zhao Xuejun's son? Or did she have more than one son, Zhao Xuejun?

"That's a strange question," Grandma Song said, but she didn't ask any further questions.

He simply said, "I have a son and a daughter. My daughter married and moved to a mountain town, so I rarely come to see her."

As the two were talking, they arrived at Grandma's room and found that Daidai had fallen asleep in her arms.

"This little thing, I'm not asleep yet, but she's already asleep."

Grandma Song decided not to sleep anymore. She asked Shen Qingzhou to carry Daidai to the bed, while she asked Shen Qingzhou to move her to the recliner next to her. She chatted with Shen Qingzhou casually.

The afternoon sun slanted into the room, dust motes floated slowly in the light, the wind was gentle, and everything seemed just right.