Genshin Impact: The traitor doesn't even let his senior sister go

As the transaction was finalized, Pantalone gazed deeply at Ningguang and asked, "Ningguang, who planned this?"

Ningguang just smiled and said nothing.

Seeing this, Pantalone realized that the other party would not reveal the answer. He snorted coldly, "The fools will find out the truth on their own."

Chapter 38: Be Busy

Mount Ozura.

On the platform at the top of the mountain, a graceful young woman sat quietly in front of an ancient stone table.

She was wearing a black silk bodysuit, a jade-green cloud shoulder bag that exuded a warm luster, and a pair of red glasses on her nose, giving people a feeling of elegance and teacher.

The woman gazed at the surging sea of ​​clouds in the distance, muttering, "I wonder how my disciples Gan Yu, Shen He, and... that naughty little bastard are doing now. I don't know if they'll come back to visit me.

I guess they are all busy with their own affairs!

Oh, everyone is busy...busy...busy! "

Just at this moment, a slight sound of footsteps was heard slowly. The woman turned around and looked, only to see Zhongli walking slowly towards the entrance of the platform with steady steps.

She gently raised her slender jade hand, and instantly a pot of steaming fragrant tea and two exquisite teacups appeared on the stone table.

Zhongli Anran sat beside the woman and said softly, "Master Liuyun Jiefeng, it's been a long time since we last met. How have you been lately?"

Liu Yun nodded slightly, "Everything is going well for me, but I wonder why the Emperor has come to visit today?"

Zhongli replied, "I'm here because of your disciple Song Yinjian. I want to know every detail about him."

Hearing the name "Song Yinjian", Liu Yun's face changed slightly. She asked anxiously and concernedly, "Did this bastard do anything out of line?"

Zhongli waved his hand gently and said in a gentle tone, "No, it's just that your disciple has extraordinary talent.

Then, he recounted in detail how Song Yinjian almost destroyed a financial empire with a wave of his hand.

Liu Yun could hardly believe her ears. She had not expected that this traitor who was always thinking about rebelling against his master would have such talent.

"Liu Yun, his aptitude for cultivation is so poor, and he doesn't seem to be someone destined to be with the immortals. Why did you accept him as your disciple?" Zhongli asked the question that had been in his mind for a long time.

Liu Yun couldn't help but look a little embarrassed as he recalled the past. He stammered, "Uh...it was just a coincidence."

Seeing that she was unwilling to talk more, Zhongli stopped asking and instead asked, "What kind of person is he usually?"

Liu Yun thought seriously for a moment, then slowly said: "This kid has a free and easy temperament and is unrestrained. He often has some strange ideas in his mind.

He is only in his twenties, but he has an extremely clear understanding of the world and life."

Zhongli pondered for a moment and said, "Liuyun, I'd like you to persuade him to become a Seven Star. He has such talent, it shouldn't be wasted on funeral matters."

"Funeral matters?" Upon hearing this, True Lord Liuyun Jiefeng's eyes flashed with astonishment. "He clearly told me about the funeral business."

Zhongli's lips curled up slightly, and he felt inexplicably humorous and amused. "It is indeed a business of sending people away, but it is only to send people to the afterlife."

Upon hearing this, True Lord Liuyun angrily said, "This bastard actually dared to deceive me. I will definitely punish him severely and teach him a lesson!"

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It was a bright and sunny spring day. On the plains at the foot of Tianheng Mountain, a young man and woman were walking together.

"Song Yinjian, look at this area, it should be big enough for you to use as a cemetery," Keqing said, pointing to an open area not far away.

Song Yinjian stopped and looked at it carefully and intently for several times, and felt that it was very good.

It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, has excellent feng shui, a quiet environment, beautiful scenery, and convenient transportation.

The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he felt. He immediately decided, "I'll choose this piece. I plan to build a Bronze Sparrow Temple here first, and then build a cemetery behind the temple."

Then, Keqing said in a businesslike tone: "The land for the Bronze Sparrow Temple is free, but the cemetery you are building is commercial, so it will be charged according to the price of commercial land."

Upon hearing this, Song Yinjian hurriedly asked, "How much Mora will it take?"

Keqing quickly calculated in her mind, then said in a very serious tone, "This piece of land is approximately two hundred acres. Based on the current market price, the total cost is around two hundred million Mora."

When Song Yinjian heard this figure, he felt his vision darken. He looked troubled and said with a bitter face, "Master Ke, this price is too high!"

Seeing his reaction, Keqing felt a surge of anger. "This is the lowest price I can get you. If someone else offered 500 million Mora, they wouldn't be able to buy it."

"But how can I afford such a huge sum of money? I only earned less than 50 million Mora from selling novels not long ago." Song Yinjian looked helpless. He casually extended his hand and said earnestly, "How about, Master Ke, please be merciful and lend me 200 million Mora?"

Keqing didn't even think twice and immediately refused without hesitation: "I don't have any money!"

Song Yinjian's face was filled with suspicion and disbelief. She said, "You're the eldest daughter of the Yunlai Chamber of Commerce. How could you be without money?"

Keqing chuckled, "Not long ago, you said I was a spoiled young lady, so I refused all the help from my family and became self-reliant."

When Song Yinjian heard this, he felt like he had shot himself in the foot.

He was silent for a long time, then uttered a few words quietly: "Only people with a diseased brain would endure hardship."

Upon hearing this, Keqing slowly pulled out the Dragon Roar from the box from her Eye of God with an expressionless face.

Then, on this picturesque field that looked like a fairyland, the girl, holding a one-handed sword, fiercely and vigorously "chase down" Song Yinjian.

From a distance, the two of them chasing each other looked more like a couple in love, laughing and playing.

After a while, Song Yinjian finally exhausted all his strength due to exhaustion. He lay on the ground and raised his hands to surrender.

Seeing this, Keqing walked up to him and kicked him several times in the calf, which slightly calmed her anger.

However, just as she was about to let Song Yinjian go, she was surprised to find that this guy's nose was bleeding.

Keqing was full of doubts and confusion at first, but when she accidentally caught a glimpse of Song Yinjian's straight, round eyes, she instantly realized something.

Her cheeks flushed red in an instant, like ripe apples, and she cried out in shame and anger, "Lecher!"

Then he turned around and ran away quickly.

Only Song Yinjian was left lying there alone, with a somewhat lewd smile on his face, recalling the scenery under the skirt that he had just seen in a quick glimpse.

Chapter 39 Pan Zi, the waters of Liyue are too deep

After the newly established Liyue Bank completed compensation to the victims, Liyue Harbor returned to its former peace and tranquility.

As usual, Song Yinjian leaned lazily at the door of the shop to bask in the sun.

Ever since that day, Keqing seemed to be deliberately avoiding him. He went to look for her several times but couldn't find her.

In addition, there was still a huge gap in the required funds, so he had to temporarily give up the plan to build the Bronze Sparrow Temple and the cemetery.

As he was lost in thought, a gentle-looking man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked up to him.

"Mr. Song Yinjian, you really amaze me. You almost caused the complete collapse of the Northland Bank." The man had a gentle and friendly smile on his face, but there was a deep chill in the depths of his eyes.

Song Yinjian looked up and glanced at him. "I'm just a funeral business man. I don't have that kind of ability."

"Oh? Really?" The man clearly didn't believe it, but he didn't pursue the matter further. Instead, he said, "I'd like to invite you to join the Northland Bank. If you're willing, I'll even offer you the position of president."

Song Yinjian waved his hand impatiently. "Don't you understand what I'm saying? I've already told you I'm just a funeral worker. I don't understand finance at all. The most I can do is print some paper money."

Anger flashed in the man's eyes, and he said threateningly, "No one can refuse the invitation of the Fatui, and you will be no exception."

Upon hearing this, Song Yinjian grinned, revealing his white teeth. "President Pantalone, how ignorant and foolish are you to say such foolish things? Do you know who is behind me?"

Pantalone snorted coldly, "It's just a Yuheng Star and an Immortal Lord."

Song Yinjian stood up from the recliner and stretched out his body comfortably. As he stretched his muscles, he said, "It seems that the Fatui's intelligence work is not very good.

I can only tell you that the person behind me is extremely powerful, and it would be easy for him to kill all the Fatui officers."

Pantalone instantly guessed who Song Yinjian was pointing at, and his fists clenched unconsciously until his knuckles turned white.

Song Yinjian gently patted his shoulder and advised earnestly, "Pan Zi, the waters of Liyue are too deep to handle. You should return to the Winter Capital as soon as possible."

After hearing this, Pantalone's face darkened, and he turned and left without saying a word.

Song Yinjian looked at his departing back, and his originally relaxed expression gradually became cold.

The Fatui are tyrannical and cruel, and have caused too many tragedies on the continent of Teyvat over the past few hundred years.

If given the opportunity, he wouldn't mind completely wiping out this organization.

Shortly after Pantalone left, Song Yinjian planned to go out for a stroll and promote his own business, but he saw Hu Tao, who looked depressed, leading a middle-aged Fontaine merchant with a sad face.

"Bitch Song, let me introduce you to a business deal." Walnut's tone was slightly depressed. "Mr. Watamu's father-in-law and mother-in-law unfortunately fell off a cliff and died yesterday."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Fontaine merchant burst into tears in grief, "Dad, Mom, this is all my fault. I really shouldn't have agreed to take you hiking! Wuuuuuuuu~"

Song Yinjian looked at him and felt that he was deliberately acting.

How can one be as sad as if one's own parents passed away when their father-in-law or mother-in-law passed away?

In his previous life, he had held countless funerals, and most of his sons-in-law had happy expressions on their faces.

Furthermore, when the words "parents-in-law", "mountain climbing" and "falling off a cliff" are put together, it is hard not to think of some familiar plots.

Song Yinjian collected his thoughts and said comfortingly, "Mr. Watamu, the deceased is gone. Please accept my condolences."

Watamu gradually stopped crying and sobbed, "Boss Song Yinjian, my parents-in-law are both from Fontainebleau. I would like to entrust you to hold a grand Fontainebleau funeral for them."

After hearing this, Song Yinjian finally understood why Hu Tao introduced this business to him.

The funeral ceremony of Wangsheng Hall has a long tradition and no other styles of funerals have ever been held.

He patted his chest and said confidently, "Don't worry, the immortal family is well versed in all funeral ceremonies in the world and will definitely handle this funeral well."

Watamu said gratefully, "Thank you."

Immediately afterwards, under his guidance, Song Yinjian and Hu Tao came to his residence, where they saw two bloody corpses.

Song Yinjian used the skill "Insight into Yin and Yang" to investigate the condition of the corpse, which showed that the owner of the corpse was indeed Watam's parents-in-law, and both were 55 years old.

When he saw the age, he couldn't help but frown. At fifty-five, he was not yet at the stage of being old and blind, and the possibility of falling off the cliff due to an accident was really small.

He pondered for a long time, then tentatively asked, "Mr. Watamu, my sister can temporarily freeze your parents-in-law and then transport them to Fontaine for a funeral. That way, all your relatives and friends can attend."

After hearing what Song Yinjian said, Watamu frowned slightly, and with a hint of obvious stiffness and impatience in his tone, he said, "No need to say anything more, let's arrange for my parents-in-law to be buried as soon as possible.

If you really can't do it here, then I'll have to look for another funeral shop. I don't want to waste any more time on this matter."

Song Yinjian was not affected by his attitude. Instead, he stared into his eyes and asked softly, "Mr. Watamu, I'm curious, why are you so anxious?"

Watamu's expression changed slightly, a barely perceptible panic flashing across his eyes, but he still feigned composure and asked, "You... what do you mean?"

Song Yinjian remained composed, unhurriedly pointing at Hu Tao beside him. "Mr. Watamu, you may not know this, but this Hu Tao Hall Master beside me possesses a special ability that allows her to briefly communicate with the spirits of the dead."

Walnut was about to open her mouth to explain something, but after receiving a hint from his eyes, she understood and followed his words, saying, "Yes, this hall master can indeed communicate with the dead for a very short time."

Veins bulged on Watam's forehead, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "What do you mean? Are you suspecting me for no reason? I invited you here to handle the funeral, not to make malicious assumptions! Get out of here right now!"

While roaring, he waved his arms, trying to drive the two of them out.

Chapter 40 Life Insurance

Song Yinjian and Hu Tao were soon driven out of Watamu's residence.

"Bitch Song, should we just rush in and catch him?" Hu Tao blinked her big eyes, looking eager to try.

Song Yinjian smiled and said, "If you want to go to jail for stepping on a sewing machine, you can try it. Breaking into a private residence and threatening the safety of others will get you at least five years."

When Hu Tao heard this, she felt a little discouraged. "So what should we do now?"

Song Yinjian shrugged and said nonchalantly, "This matter will naturally be handed over to the Criminal Law Department to handle."

Walnut, though simple-minded, was not stupid. She grumbled in dissatisfaction, "The Criminal Law Department has only just been rebuilt. Counting on them is worse than expecting a sow to climb a tree."

Song Yinjian looked indifferent and spread his hands. "Whether the Criminal Law Department can solve the case or not is none of my business. I'm just a funeral director, not an expert in solving crimes."

After saying that, he took a leisurely step and walked away into the distance.

Walnut hesitated for a moment, but decided to stay here to prevent Watamu from escaping.

After walking for half an hour, Song Yinjian arrived at the Criminal Law Department and went in to report the case.

He was received by a middle-aged civil servant with a gentle face.

He was quite serious and listened carefully to Song Yinjian's story, while the pen in his hand kept recording the relevant content on the paper.

However, when he heard that the person involved, Watamu, was from Fontaine, he could not help but put down his pen, looked up and asked, "Why didn't you report this matter to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"

When Song Yinjian heard this, he suddenly felt annoyed. He didn't bother to say another word and just stood up and left.

He thought that Ningguang's restructuring of the Criminal Law Department would bring about significant changes, but in the end, it still had the familiar taste.