Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 145: The Poor Old Foreigner is a Real Master

"Have you slept with her?" Qiu Sheng turned his head and asked, without any of the tactfulness of a cultured person.

Of course, it is normal for Qiu Sheng to be uneducated since his ancestors were poor for three generations.

The middle-aged foreigner showed a hint of embarrassment: "No..."

Then he argued, "I heard that Lianbi is Mr. Charles' daughter, and ordinary people are not qualified to be her lover."

"What guest?" Qiu Sheng was puzzled. This word was too unfamiliar to him.

"The guest who enters the curtain, in ancient times, you Chinese used textiles such as curtains to separate the space inside the house, and this kind of curtain that serves as a partition is collectively called 'curtain'. The guests who can enter the curtain naturally have a special relationship with the host, so the term 'guest who enters the curtain' usually refers to confidants and close friends. Of course, if used for a prostitute, it means having an affair with her." The middle-aged foreigner pushed his glasses and explained.

"Then who is this Si you are talking about? From what you said, he is a big shot. If he is a big shot... why would he let his daughter become a salt-water prostitute?" Qiu Sheng did not feel embarrassed at all to let a foreigner explain the meaning of the idiom to him.

The middle-aged foreigner took another look at the gold in Qiu Chuji's hand, coughed dryly, and signaled Qiu Chuji that he could express his opinion first.

Qiu Chuji threw the gold that had been squeezed into pieces with a flick of his finger. The gold flew high into the sky. Many people who had their eyes on the gold also raised their heads high, just like roosters getting up early to crow.

Snapped!
The gold fell 'gently' on the middle-aged foreigner's face, almost like a slap in the face.

But he was smiling happily, and without hesitation put the gold disc in his mouth and took a bite. After confirming the quality, his smile became even brighter.

The waiter whose "business" was robbed looked at the shameless middle-aged foreigner in disbelief, as if his faith had collapsed.

But actually, what’s so hard to understand?

If there are no lucrative industries in this land, why would they come here from across the ocean? It must be because they are not doing well in their own country and have no choice but to come here to make a living.

Just like many Chinese people in later generations were forced to go to Africa and the Middle East to make a living, are they all factory owners and big investors?
Most of the time, they just want the money for settling in and travel expenses.

"It's Mr. Charles! He is a senior executive of the Far East Bank and a guest of honor for many important figures. If your president wants to meet Mr. Charles, he needs to make an appointment by phone in advance." The middle-aged foreigner confirmed that the remuneration was real and wanted to make more money, so he took the initiative to step forward and extended his right hand to Qiu Chuji.

"My name is Mark, Mark Simon...an adventurer, traveler, and poet from America!"

"What do you do?" Qiu Sheng only understood what kind of person the poet was, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Mark had a little more respect.

"He's just a scoundrel, he doesn't have a proper job! And he doesn't have any special skills either!" Qiu Chuji translated for Qiu Sheng.

Mark Simon showed an embarrassed expression, but he was not angry. Instead, he took off his glasses and used them as a hat to doff his hat.

At this time, he didn't care at all whether Qiu Chuji was a gentleman or not.

The so-called "gentlemanly manners" is nothing more than a fig leaf left behind when one's pockets are cleaner than one's face.

"Answer his previous question. If you answer well... there will be a reward!" Qiu Chuji took out two golden beads and swirled them around his fingertips.

At this time, not far away, many people had already shown Qiu Chuji greedy eyes like hungry wolves.

Some people left in a hurry with their heads down, perhaps to gather people and planned to rob Qiu Chuji and his men as soon as they left the house, or perhaps to discuss strategies and think of a way to extort a large sum of money from Qiu Chuji and his men... In short, they all had bad intentions.

Shanghai is a prosperous place, and it is also the best in China today.

But because of this, all kinds of demons and monsters gathered here, especially on this heroic land of the dock.

This is only daytime. If it were night, there would be even more chaos.

"You shouldn't show off your wealth! Follow me! Go to where I live. I'm a foreigner... they won't dare to do anything to me!"

Qiu Chuji shook his head: "Let's find a restaurant and sit down to talk."

Since Lianbi is dead and has been dead for three days, it would be useless to track her down now.

Now that he had met him, Qiu Chuji planned to start with Mark Simon to find a breakthrough point.

A greedy and seemingly poor American... couldn't be better!
Still on the outer road in front of the pier, the three of them entered a Western restaurant. Because Mark led the way, Qiu Chuji and Qiu Sheng, who were not wearing suits, were not stopped outside the door.

"You have just arrived in Shanghai!"

"It's normal not to know. In Shanghai, everything is about connections, qualifications, and money."

"But if you don't have connections, you can't spend the money, and you can't keep it!"

"Lian Bi is nominally Mr. Charles' daughter. She is indeed a mixed-race, but she can be a daughter... or not!"

"You are a wealthy foreign merchant. You must have spent a lot of money tonight to marry Mr. Charles' daughter!"

"This is the ticket to meet Mr. Charles. You have to buy this ticket and marry your daughter to Mr. Charles's ship." Mark Simon broke bread for Qiu Chuji and Qiu Sheng, and took the initiative to demonstrate how to eat Western food, while answering Qiu Sheng's previous question.

Qiu Sheng didn't quite understand what he heard, but he was deeply shocked.

Qiu Chuji understood but didn't care.

There is nothing new under the sun. If you cannot see something clearly at the time and feel that it is shrouded in fog and mist, then compare it with history and find similar cases. Then when you look at it again... you will see it clearly.

"She is dead. Is there any explanation?" Qiu Chuji asked Mark.

"She fell from the third floor of her rented house in the French Concession. I have no connections in the French Concession and don't know the inside story, but I heard it was a murder of passion!" Mark replied.

"Where is her father? No response?" Qiu Sheng asked.

Mark replied: "Mr. Charles no longer has this daughter, but there are rumors that he has found another daughter who has been lost for many years."

Got it! Daughters are props that can be replaced at any time. If one breaks, just replace it with another.

Maybe it will be more fresh.

"How much does it cost to see Charles' daughter for one night?" Qiu Chuji asked.

"That depends on who you are!" "If you are a big shot, then it doesn't cost any money, and I can even give you a few bottles of fine red wine."

"But if you are just an ordinary person, the price for one night ranges from five thousand to ten thousand dollars. Of course, the equivalent in pounds, francs, and US dollars is acceptable, but not French currency!" Mark poured a glass of table wine, took a sip, and replied.

"This... is so expensive!" Qiu Sheng picked up the steak directly with a fork and raised it to his mouth to eat.

The waiter at the side wanted to come over to stop this "uncivilized" behavior, but was stopped by Mark.

He's an American with shitty table manners, and no one should stop him from making money and offending his financial backers.

If he could get a few more pieces of gold from these two big fat fish, he could return directly to America instead of continuing to stay in this Eastern land.

Before Qiu Sheng could react, Qiu Chuji was thinking that the Western zombie was just a sailor in his life. How did he get to know such an expensive "saltwater girl"?

This means that someone introduced him and paid the money on his behalf.

It can be said that it is a sum of money that costs one's life.

In this case, it seems necessary to meet Mr. Charles' new daughter.

"Where is Charles?" Qiu Chuji asked.

Mark Simon asked warily: "What do you want to do?"

"I warn you, don't let your imagination run wild. If a big shot like Mr. Charles is killed, the whole of Shanghai will be turned upside down."

"And... I'm just an ordinary American traveler. What right do I have to know where Mr. Charles is?"

Qiu Sheng looked at Mark with confusion and surprise, who had an innocent face.

He believed that all foreigners were the same and should all have relationships with each other, but he had not yet realized that even foreigners were still divided into different classes, which was no different from the Chinese.

"When you go out, you give yourself an identity!"

"From now on, you are the second son of the great American writer Mark Twain, and also the son-in-law of a big gold mine owner." Qiu Chuji casually made up an identity for Mark Simon.

Mark Simon smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, we foreigners always put our surnames at the end, with our given names at the front. Also, Mark Twain's original name was Samuel Langhorne Clement, and Mark Twain was just a pen name."

"That's what I mean. You can make up the specific identity yourself, and I will be responsible for providing you with financial support. It's up to you how big and appropriate you can brag. I won't take back any investment afterwards." Qiu Chuji said.

Mark Simon's eyes lit up, and then he said, "I have an uncle who owns a diamond mine in Africa."

He just opened his mouth and asked for money. Even gold could not satisfy his greed.

Qiu Chuji nodded: "Okay!"

Just diamonds... easier than gold.

With the power of the small world, he can easily transform large amounts of charcoal into diamonds.

Whatever color you want, we have it. Whatever size you want, we can satisfy you...as long as it's not bigger than your little world.

On the contrary, as for gold, if Qiu Chuji were to turn stones into gold in his small world, it would involve a more fundamental change and would require the consumption of some of his upper limit of true Qi, which is not worth it. Even if he gave it away, it would take some effort to recover it afterwards.

Of course, Qiu Chuji kept some gold and silver in his little world on a daily basis. If the demand was not much, there was no need to convert it and it would be available immediately.

"Then let's go find Skillful Zhang first. The wigs and beards he makes are so real that they look indistinguishable from the real things. I've been in Shanghai for three or four years, and there are some people who know me. If I don't change a little, I'm afraid I'll be recognized." Mark Simon took the initiative to make arrangements. He planned to make the process as complicated as possible.

For a wig, he received three diamonds weighing more than one carat... Isn't that too much?

Qiu Chuji nodded, but showed no intention of actively helping Mark Simon change his appearance.

Even if he has the ability.

"We have to meet Mr. Charles in two days at most. At the very least, we have to know where he lives and where he goes on a daily basis. Otherwise, we don't mind finding a new partner. Of course... we will hide our purpose well before that." Qiu Chuji said with a faint smile, and with a light squeeze of his fingers, the two golden beads were forcibly fused into one.

Mark Simon looked carefully this time and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Of course...of course it is like that!"

"As long as there is money, I guarantee that I can complete the task!"

Mark Simon, who originally planned to run away with the money and was hesitating whether to "betray" Qiu Chuji and the other man, gave up his original plan in an instant.

This money is not easy to take!
With such ability, it is hard to say whether he can do anything to Mr. Charles, but killing him would definitely be easy.

Watching Mark Simon's leaving figure, Qiu Sheng whispered to Qiu Chuji: "Uncle Master! I think this man is unreliable. Do you want me to follow him and keep an eye on him?"

"No need! It's just an idle move!"

"If there is anything wrong afterwards, he is just a cover to save us trouble."

"Follow me later, I have found that Charles!" said Qiu Chuji.

"Ah?" Qiu Sheng was stunned.

Even if his master wanted to find the way or ask for advice through magic, he had to have something to rely on before he could cast the spell.

How come Qiu Chuji could just know the name and it would be enough?

"There are a total of 17 foreigners named 'Charles' in Shanghai, but after comparing their identities, they can be identified immediately." Qiu Chuji said.

Don't forget that Qiu Chuji's ears can pick up winds from all directions. He can filter out the voices in Shanghai according to his ideas.

(End of this chapter)