Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 572 Big Shot's Attention: The Divine Tree of Qinling
In a spacious and simple office, filled with the aroma of books, sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the Great Wall painting on the wall in a golden glow.

In the center of the office is a large mahogany desk, its surface as smooth as a mirror, upon which several documents are neatly arranged. To the side and behind, a flag stands quietly, its bright red color particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

An elderly man with a straight back and graying temples smiled as he placed the documents in his hand on the table. He looked at Director Luo, who was standing straight not far away, with bright eyes under his thick eyebrows, as if he could see through all hypocrisy.

The old man's facial features were sharply defined, with a strong jawline. When he was not speaking, the corners of his mouth naturally drooped, giving him an air of authority without anger.

"Interesting little guy, what's your opinion?"

Director Luo stood ramrod straight like a javelin, his eyes bright, his tone steady, and his pace even as he said, "If he really has a way to deal with those things and can provide sample materials, we can consider agreeing to his conditions."

If he achieves good results, we could consider letting him take over the ninth inning. The only problem is that he's too young, impulsive, willful, and difficult to manage.

"Heh, understandable. Young and accomplished, with outstanding abilities, it's inevitable to be arrogant." The old man chuckled dismissively, his sharp gaze fixed on Director Luo as he asked, "Do you think he can keep up the Ninth Bureau, which has been abandoned for over thirty years?"

“I think we can give him a try. As far as I know, he is a master of internal martial arts, especially his hearing, which is far beyond that of ordinary people and can be described as terrifying.” Director Luo still vividly remembered the amazing hearing he demonstrated at the medicine shop that day.

"He is a capable and extraordinary person. Since he dared to make such a condition, I believe he has enough confidence to prove his ability with results."

"Since he's willing to actively align himself with the organization, why should we refuse? Whether he has real skills or not, let him try and we'll find out." The old man said with a magnanimous smile.

"Understood." Director Luo's eyes immediately lit up, and he breathed a sigh of relief. However, he quickly put on a wry smile and said, "Sir, there's another problem..."

"Oh?"

"Because he is young, rich, successful, and tall and handsome, his personal life is very complicated, and he has many female confidantes," Director Luo reported with a wry smile, carefully observing his leader's expression.

"Heh, what a womanizer. Is he married?"

"No..."

"Hehe, then that's not a problem."

"Then what level do you think we should give him?"

"He wanted to be under the jurisdiction of the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau, so let's give him a full division chief position and tell him that if he wants to be promoted, he needs to produce results."

"Yes--"

. . . . . .

Gao Dongxu lay on his side, elbow propped on the pillow, quietly watching Laura beside him. She lay on her back, her ivory skin gleaming like pearls in the bright light, her conscience rising and falling gently with her breath. A strand of dark brown curly hair clung to her temple.

"What are you looking at?" Laura suddenly spoke, her voice languid with satisfaction, yet still deep and melodious like a cello. She didn't open her eyes, but the corners of her lips turned up slightly, revealing a smile that made Gao Dongxu's heart tighten.

“Looking at a masterpiece I could never paint,” Gao Dongxu replied softly, his fingers carefully brushing aside a strand of damp hair from her forehead. His fingertips slid down her temples, tracing the curve of her cheekbones with the reverence of a blind man reading Braille.

Laura finally opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes, which had captivated all of Europe, were moist and deep. She turned her face and looked at Gao Dongxu with tender affection.

"I really don't want to part with you..." she said reluctantly in English with a slight Italian accent.

Gao Dongxu smiled wryly, said nothing, and kissed her red lips again, gently caressing her delicate body.

Lara is like a sculpture meticulously crafted by a Renaissance master, with every curve and undulation perfectly placed.

“One more time?” Laura whispered, her breath hot.

Gao Dongxu didn't answer, but instead used actions to express himself. He rolled over and enveloped her.

. . . . .

"Honey, take care of yourself. Call me anytime. I'll come pick you up as soon as I've finished what I need to do."

Having spent the last afternoon with Laura, Gao Dongxu lingered, reluctantly embracing Laura who was only wrapped in a white sheet, and said softly.

"Yes, I will process the assets as soon as possible and submit an application to Zhejiang University—" Laura said, her eyebrows furrowed and her beautiful, watery eyes filled with reluctance.

"A short separation is for a better future together. Don't be sad, wait for me to come back." Gao Dongxu said softly, and kissed Laura's full red lips again.

After a long silence, Gao Dongxu opened the door, walked out, and closed it behind him to avoid the sadness of parting again.

Laura, wrapped in a bed sheet, quickly walked to the window, looking down and waiting for Gao Dongxu to appear.

Soon, I saw Gao Dongxu walk briskly to the car that was already waiting. Finally, I saw him look up at me standing by the window, wave and blow a kiss, then get into the car and leave.

"Did Su Yan and the others go to the airport?" Gao Dongxu asked Leng Feng while checking his phone messages in the car.

"Yes, the plane tickets have already been bought."

"Alright, after this operation is over, go to Africa, take your revenge as soon as possible and come back to help me."

After reading the text message from Coco, the mole planted among the police, Gao Dongxu looked at Leng Feng, who was sitting in the passenger seat of the taxi, and said, "Okay!" Leng Feng turned around, met Gao Dongxu's gaze, and nodded, saying, "Okay!"

Gao Dongxu smiled slightly, then picked up his phone and dialed a number. After a while, the call was answered.

Hearing A Ning's familiar voice, Gao Dongxu's lips curled up slightly, and he smiled, "Have you missed me?"

"Ah."

A shy, soft "hmm" came from the phone, accompanied by the squeaking of a monkey.

"What's wrong on your end?" Gao Dongxu asked, frowning.

"We are currently stationed in Jiazigou, Qinling Mountains, when a group of monkeys suddenly appeared, throwing stones and stealing things. Zisuan is leading people to shoot them with crossbows..."

At this moment, Ah Ning, dressed in a tight vest and black leather jacket, with her hair tied in a high ponytail, looking dashing and heroic, walked out of the tent with her phone in hand, watching her younger brother raise his crossbow and pull the trigger, shooting and killing a monkey.

At that moment, Aning saw a large monkey on the cliff constantly opening its mouth to reveal its white fangs, while making a threatening sound, as if it were giving orders.

"boom--"

Without any hesitation, Ah Ning took out a satellite phone in one hand and a Glock 17 in the other, and shot the Monkey King in the head.

Upon hearing the gunshot, everyone in the camp looked at Aning. Seeing the monkey king with his head blown off in the distance, and the golden-haired monkeys scattering in fear, they couldn't help but look at each other awkwardly.

“Useless—” Ah Ning’s fair face was as cold as ice as she cursed in English. The group of tall, burly foreign men seemed to be used to it and silently put away their weapons and began to tidy up the camp that had been messed up by the monkeys.

Even Jiang Zisuan sheepishly put away his bow and crossbow, turned away, and dared not provoke his older sister.

"what happened?"

Gao Dongxu's voice came through the satellite phone. A Ning quickly put the satellite phone to her ear and said softly, "I just killed the Monkey King."

"Hmm, how long has Wu Xie been inside?"

“Wu Xie and Fatty Wang have been inside for 74 minutes,” A Ning said, glancing at her watch.

"Well, it's about time. Have Jiang Zisuan take six or seven people down into the cave along the path Wu Xie took in. Tell your brother to be careful if he sees a lot of water, as there might be mutated giant fish in it. Have him and the people he brings catch the strange fish and bring it out. If they can't catch it alive, bring out the carcass and seal it up. I need it."

Gao Dongxu, thinking of those mutated giant taimen, wanted to get a taimen through A Ning's men as a bargaining chip, so that he could perhaps get more benefits from Director Luo.

“Okay, I’ll send him with his men right away,” Ah Ning nodded in response.

"Tell your brother not to go any deeper. After you catch the strange fish, come back immediately, understand?"

“I understand, I know. When are you going back to China?” Aning asked softly.

"It'll be a few more days. I'm flying to Singapore right now. Oh, and once you get the big fish, seal it immediately and have your brother preserve it with ice. Then drive it back to Beijing right away. Have him call me when he gets there," Gao Dongxu continued, making the arrangements.

“Okay.” Aning agreed, chatted with Gao Dongxu for a while, then hung up the phone and immediately called Jiang Zisuan into the tent to repeat what Gao Dongxu had said.

"He didn't even come, how did he know there were strange fish inside?" Jiang Zisuan asked with a puzzled and curious expression after hearing this.

"Don't worry about how he knows. If he says it exists, it must exist. Take someone with you and bring one back. Be careful and stay safe."

Ah Ning had long since come to believe in Gao Dongxu, this charlatan, and seeing her underling's doubts, she couldn't help but frown slightly and say something.

"Understood, I will complete the task."

“Okay, go ahead—” A Ning nodded with a smile, and then let Jiang Zisuan choose someone to do the task.

After Jiang Zisuan led her away from the camp, A Ning returned to the table. Her pretty face, flushed with red, revealed a cold and stern expression. Looking at the ancient and tattered map on the table, she frowned and fell into deep thought.

Jiang Zisuan, filled with questions, led his six foreign subordinates through the increasingly dark and cold mountain crevice for more than ten minutes until they saw a dark cave entrance beneath a collapsed stone statue.

Shining a flashlight down, I could indeed see a large amount of dark, stagnant water below.

"Strange fish?" Jiang Zisuan frowned slightly, grabbed a powerful flashlight, and was the first to crawl into the hole.

The water reached his chest; the bottom was made of flat stones, but the water was really cold.

I walked in with my flashlight. After only a few steps, I saw a low stone door carved into the innermost stone wall. The entire design here was almost devoid of any decoration; it was as if the purpose of digging a hole was simply to create a tunnel. This was definitely not the method used in the excavation of a tomb.

The low stone gate was so low that one had to duck to enter, meaning the water reached up to their necks. The water had been stagnant for a long time and had a strange smell. Jiang Zisuan felt a little nauseous, but he forced himself to endure it and stepped through the stone gate.

The low gate led to a dark stone path. Where the flashlight swept, all that could be seen were stark white, bluish-gray stone walls. The same haphazard chiseling and hammering left virtually no trace of any repair.

They walked for about ten meters when the stone path suddenly turned a sharp 90-degree angle. Shining their flashlights inside, they realized how terrifyingly deep it was, and everyone stopped, not daring to venture in.

(End of this chapter)