The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 170 Abnormal Emotions
Then, Su Ninglong and Shen Zhaoming naturally started chatting again.

However, their discussion quickly shifted to the core architecture of biological intelligence, the latest simulation data on energy field coupling, and some extremely cutting-edge theoretical deductions.

It even mentioned the possibility of wrapping a video recorder with cultivation runes to achieve absolute interference resistance... These terms and concepts, like encrypted language, drifted through the bustling night market stalls.

Xingyuan, Ge Wei, and Lei Qingya, who were listening in, looked at each other blankly, unable to get a word in edgewise or understand much of what was being said.

Xingyuan looked at the two people chatting so intently, then at the fragrant stir-fried dishes in front of him, shook his head helplessly, turned to Ge Wei beside him, and whispered, "Uncle Ge, since they're not going to stop anytime soon, let's not just sit here. How about we get some wine and have a drink by ourselves?"

He felt the atmosphere was perfect for a drink.

Upon hearing this, Ge Wei smiled gently and nodded in agreement: "Alright, let's have a small drink to relax and not let it interfere with our work."

Lei Qingya rested her chin on her hand and suddenly missed Lian Xinyi. Although that guy's thinking was unconventional, she could participate in all the things he talked about.

……

On the other side of the galaxy, Quan Wang lost control of her emotions, her anger rising uncontrollably. She believed her rational mind could no longer control her body.

She abruptly swept several decorative items off the table, the crisp sound of shattering porcelain particularly jarring in the empty office, but this brief act of destruction did nothing to quell the raging fire burning in her heart.

Her pent-up anger, like a tangible torrent, completely overwhelmed her, giving her a splitting headache and throbbing temples.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the office door.

"Boss," a subordinate's cautious voice came from outside the door, "A lady surnamed Su sent a gift via express mail. Security has already checked it and confirmed there are no dangerous items. But what's inside... we don't know. Would you like to open it yourself?"

Quanwang rubbed her throbbing temples, her gaze sweeping over the scattered items on the table. The intense headache seemed to conjure a voice in her mind, telling her to ignore the unnecessary items and just distribute them to the people below.

But Quan Wang, who was naturally rebellious, straightened his back and ordered in a hoarse voice, "Bring it in."

The subordinate who knocked on the door pushed it open and tremblingly placed the box in front of her. Lately, their boss had been irritable, and everyone was wondering if she was going through menopause. The subordinate didn't dare to breathe too loudly.

His subordinates pushed open the door with extreme caution.

With trembling hands, she placed a brand-new box on the large desk in front of her.

Lately, the boss's temper has been like a powder keg ready to explode, and the whole team is shrouded in a low-pressure atmosphere. Various speculations are circulating in private, and some people are even whispering that he might be going through early menopause.

He glanced at Quan Wang, not daring to even breathe, standing ramrod straight, afraid that the slightest movement would become the fuse for detonating the explosives.

Quanwang's gaze fell on the box.

The gift was beautifully packaged, suggesting it wasn't cheap.

When she saw the simple logo on the package cover, three tender leaves surrounding a simple sketch that looked like a boiler.

His pupils contracted instantly, as if he had been pricked by a cold needle.

She abruptly stood up from the large chair and said to her subordinate, "You can go out now."

His subordinates felt as if they had been granted a pardon and practically ran out, quickly closing the door behind them, leaving Quanwang alone, facing the unfamiliar corporate box.

Quanwang took a deep breath, grabbed the utility knife from the table, and roughly slashed open the exquisite outer packaging.

As she opened the box, the enticing aroma of tea eased her anger slightly, and the contents came into view: "Qingling Tea, Spirit Rice, and the Disintegration Pointer."

Everything bears the unique mark of Xiuzhen Garden.

These items, which were once wildly popular in this galaxy, are now considered priceless treasures. Any one of them is enough to cause a frenzy of pursuit among the wealthy circles here, making them truly top-tier items.

The powerful and wealthy people here have gone to great lengths and schemes to obtain even a tiny bit of what the Cultivation Garden produces.

But the owner of the manor was unconventional and indifferent to the fame and fortune that the world pursued.

The manor prioritizes supplying its products to a specific group of hunters, ignoring any exorbitant offers from outsiders.

This unyielding attitude could drive those who coveted the land crazy, yet they were powerless against the manor owner.

First, the other party has never attempted to expand production scale to create a larger chain of interests.

Secondly, the boss seems to adhere to certain principles, neither trying to please anyone nor offending anyone. His goals are clear and pure, making it difficult for anyone to even criticize him.

But why would someone like this send these three things on their own initiative? What does it mean?
This thought was like a spark falling into dry tinder, instantly reigniting the nameless fire in Quan Wang's heart, exacerbating her headache that had just eased from the aroma of tea, and making her thoughts as tangled as a tangled mess, unable to concentrate.

A sudden thought cleaved through the chaos like lightning. Almost instinctively, she immediately tore open a sealed bag of "Qingling Tea," disregarding all the tedious tea ceremony etiquette, grabbed a pinch of tea leaves, threw them into the cup, and poured boiling water over them.

A delicate and indescribable aroma of tea rises gracefully from the cup, as if carrying the dew of the morning forest and the essence of plants, instantly filling the nostrils and refreshing the soul.

She picked up the cup and took a quick sip.

The warm tea soup glides down your throat, initially with an unexpected sweetness and freshness. Then, a long and lingering aftertaste spreads throughout your mouth, as if a clear mountain spring has washed over you.

Tea seems to possess a magical calming power.

Quan Wang felt an indescribable coolness and tranquility, like the gentlest breeze in spring, instantly enveloping his entire body and seeping into every limb and bone.

The raging anger that had been building up in my heart for days was gently soothed and washed away by this invisible spring breeze, until it completely dissipated.

At this moment, the tension in my heart finally began to ease and calm down.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a chilling glimpse of her left hand's fingernails growing wildly at a visible rate.

Even more bizarrely, the newly grown nail surface was an ominous deep purple. Its surface was not smooth, but rather quickly formed intricate and twisted patterns. The patterns swirled and intertwined, eventually outlining an extremely distorted and painfully struggling human face in the center of the nail.

Quan Wang felt a chill run down his spine and slowly leaned closer for a closer look. The "human face" on that fingernail seemed to have come to life, its features writhing and bulging violently on the narrow purple nail surface, even emitting a silent shriek, frantically trying to break free of the nail's restraints, as if it were about to burst out of the nail at any moment.

The instincts honed during his mercenary career overwhelmed all the shock.

Quan Wang's eyes instantly sharpened like knives. Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed the nail clippers from the table, aimed them at the few strange purple nails, and with a few crisp "snip" sounds, cleanly and neatly cut off all the abnormal parts.

She quickly threw the clippings of her nails into a small box next to her and sealed it away.

Quanwang couldn't help but reflect on when, where, and how he had fallen victim to the virus.

“Miss Su, surnamed Su.” Quan Wang chewed on the name, his brows furrowed.

To my recollection, she herself did not seem to have any direct cooperation or transactions with any clients surnamed Su.

He has handled thousands of clients, and there are probably quite a few of them with the surname Su. Finding clues is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

However, I can't stay in this office anymore.

Without hesitation, she stuffed the precious Qingling Tea, a small bag of spirit rice, and the mysteriously disintegrating pointer into the inner pocket of her trench coat and strode out of the room.

The men who had been sitting leisurely outside the door immediately stood up straight.

Quan Wang stopped. "Listen," he said, "clear everything out of my office—every single piece of paper, every single ornament. Remember, don't throw anything away. Store it separately in a locked storage room until I get back."

Her gaze swept over the crowd, and she emphasized, "Now, do it immediately!"

The men looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and confusion, and hesitated for a moment.

"Huh?" Quan Wang's eyes widened suddenly, and his long-lost imposing aura erupted instantly. "Are you all deaf? Can't you hear what I'm saying?"

"Yes, we heard you. Boss, we'll get right on it." The subordinates, spurred on by the familiar imposing presence, immediately sprang into action like wound-up springs.

The tense atmosphere only eased when Quan Wang's figure completely disappeared at the end of the corridor. Several people simultaneously patted their chests and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Phew, that scared me to death." One of the bolder subordinates said with lingering fear, "But Boss, it seems like you've returned to normal just now? Is your menopausal irritability better?"

“Exactly,” another immediately chimed in, with a sense of relief at escaping death. “Before she entered the office, her face was so dark and her eyes were so fierce that I thought she was going to devour me alive any second now. After experiencing the boss’s ‘fire-breathing dragon’ mode these past few days, this one is simply… as gentle as a lamb.”

"Yeah, yeah, even swearing sounds much better now, it even feels kind of cute?" The third person scratched his head, realizing that the idea was a bit absurd.

"Oh no, we've definitely been traumatized by the boss. We're starting to enjoy being yelled at? Guys, have we all become masochists from being abused so much?"

Quan Wang's lovely subordinates helped her tidy up the room, while on the other side, Quan Wang contacted Lei Qingya.

On the planet where Star Alliance is located, the number of people who can become her full-fledged clients is already very small.

Although Quan Wang maintained a long-term trading relationship with Lei Qingya, their communication was mostly limited to the exchange of goods. Quan Wang's understanding of her was only superficial; he knew that she was a student in the Star Alliance Inner Academy and the eldest daughter of the richest man on a certain planet.

Quan Wang identified Lei Qingya as the gift giver based on two points: First, Lei Qingya's status as a student in the Star Alliance's inner academy meant that she was in a core position within the Star Alliance and had access to extraordinary circles and resources.

Secondly, as the eldest daughter of the Lei Group, the quality and depth of the channels and networks she can utilize are far superior to those of the other ordinary clients on the Gemini Galaxy list.

Among the limited number of clients of the Star Alliance, Quan Wang thought that the most likely candidate to have access to a company like the Cultivation Garden and obtain its core products was Lei Qingya.

She only just realized this now, and only now belatedly understood Lei Qingya's "extraordinary" qualities.

Once the call connected, Quan Wang didn't waste time with pleasantries and went straight to the point: "Miss Lei, did you deliver this to me?"

"It wasn't me who sent it, it was my boss. I was going to let you know when the package arrived, but I was busy and forgot."

"President Lei?" Quan Wang assumed that Lei Qingya was President Lei's eldest daughter and most likely worked for President Lei.

Lei Qingya denied it three times: "No, that's impossible. I work for another boss. Besides, I already have a younger brother, and he will take over the family business in the future."

The four-year-old Lei family boy suddenly sneezed loudly without warning.

He pulled out a tissue and wiped his nose, looking around at his classmates who were diligently taking notes. His face scrunched up, and he poked at the test paper in front of him, which was still too complicated for him. At such a tender age, when he could barely hold a pen, he was already being forced to memorize and write hundreds of new characters.

Lei Qingya's attention was clearly no longer on the conversation. She quickly added, "Doesn't the sender's surname clearly show on the waybill? It's Su! Su Ninglong, that was sent by my boss. I'm just sending it to you on her behalf."

"Su Ninglong?"

This name was quite unfamiliar to Quan Wang, who was far removed from Gemini.

She frowned and quickly searched her memory. A key piece of information popped up: the owner of the Cultivation Garden seemed to really be surnamed Su.

She immediately pressed for confirmation: "Is this Su Ninglong you're talking about the person in charge of the Cultivation Garden? That Boss Su?"

“That’s right, it’s her.” Lei Qingya answered confidently, “She’s the only owner of the Cultivation Garden, there’s no one else.”

She seemed focused on what she was doing. In the background, there was a slight scraping sound, like tools touching metal. "I sent you this because I noticed you weren't doing well and wanted to see if I could help. You sound much more normal now, that's good. I'm busy right now. If it's really urgent, just ring the phone. If it's not urgent, leave a message. Bye."

Before he could finish speaking, the communication was abruptly cut off.

Lei Qingya didn't look at the bracelet again; she was completely focused on repairing the hull of her beloved small warship.

During her last mission, she accidentally chipped off a piece of the nano-coating. The area wasn't large, but it was quite thick. She had to personally and carefully apply the specially made repair coating layer by layer, evenly, to restore its perfect protective properties.

Quan Wang was momentarily stunned, staring blankly at the now-darkened chat screen.

Who would have thought? Lei Qingya, the "stingy" customer who always haggled over the price of millions of star coins when purchasing Star Eyes from her mine, was actually backed by Boss Su from the Cultivation Garden, a man even top tycoons couldn't win over.