I have seen dragons

Chapter 15 Customers Come to the Door
"Handing out flyers?"

Zhao Xing'er blinked as she looked at the thick stack of flyers.

She thought that coming to the cultivation agency meant she would be doing the work of slaying demons and protecting the area, but as soon as she entered the door in the morning, Yue Wen gave her her first task with a big smile: to go out and hand out all the flyers.

The flyer prominently displays the words: "Startup team, high quality at low prices! Yue's Cultivation Agency, the agency of Jiangcheng people!"

I felt somewhat ashamed looking at it.

"Am I not an exorcism assistant?" she asked softly.

“That’s right.” Yue Wen smiled and said, “To exorcise evil spirits, you need business first, but our firm’s biggest problem right now is that we don’t have any business. If we want to grow bigger and stronger, we need to build our reputation first. Keep it up, Xiao Zhao, I have high hopes for you.”

"Okay." Zhao Xing'er could only nod, hugged the flyer, and turned to walk out the door.

This girl is nice. She seems quiet and has a good temper, Yue Wen thought to himself, silently giving her the highest praise a leader can give an employee.

Easy to use.

He used to have to do all these chores himself, but now that he has an assistant, he can confidently hand over all the flyers to Zhao Xing'er, saving himself a lot of time.

He'd check on Zhao Xing'er's work later; if it was satisfactory, he'd prepare to go out and appraise the half of the black-gold skull, and also inquire about the materials needed to cultivate the Chaos Dragon Qi.

After leaving the agency, Zhao Xing'er arrived at a street corner not far away, where more pedestrians passed by.

She stood there holding the flyer, clearly somewhat reluctant.

Although she was too embarrassed to stop people, she was undeniably beautiful, which naturally attracted attention. Many passersby approached her without her having to hand out flyers, wanting to see what was written on them.

After waiting for passersby to receive the items for a while, a car suddenly roared closer, and a blue sports car screeched to a halt in front of her.

The car window rolled down, and a young man with dyed red hair leaned out, grinning at her: "Beautiful lady, I think you're very pretty. Can I get your contact information?"

"No, thank you." Zhao Xing'er shook her head slightly.

"Are you handing out flyers?" Redhead looked at her more closely. "What are you doing?"

“Cultivation Agency,” Zhao Xing’er replied.

"Haha, that's perfect." Red Hair took out his phone. "I'll add you as a contact. I'll contact you if I need any business later."

"Just add this number," Zhao Xing'er said, handing over a flyer. "It's our boss's number."

"Oh, I just wanted to add you on a private message." The red-haired guy grinned.

"Really, it's not necessary," Zhao Xing'er insisted.

Red Hair suddenly turned stern and said, "Are you disrespecting me? Do you know what I mean by 'I'm not giving you face'?"

Zhao Xing'er glanced back at him expressionlessly, "Go get the car fixed first, we can talk about it after the car is fixed."

"Car repair?" Red Hair was taken aback. "My brand new car, what kind of repair?"

"Hoah!" Before the words were even finished, Zhao Xing'er suddenly frowned, her eyes flashed red, and her features contorted for a moment. She lunged forward, twisted her waist, pulled her right shoulder back, gathered her strength, and unleashed a powerful punch!
Boom——

Her fist unleashed a burst of energy mixed with red light, instantly engulfing the rear half of the sports car with a deafening roar.

The red-haired man felt a chill on the back of his head, his eyes twitched, and when he looked up at the rearview mirror, he saw the zebra crossing on the ground.

That punch actually destroyed the entire rear half of his car!

With only the two front seats remaining, and given the already low seats in the sports car, he now felt like he was sitting on a sofa with a steering wheel.

"You...you...you..." He looked at Zhao Xing'er in horror, and for a moment he was incoherent.

She was handing out flyers on the street, and she looked so gentle and delicate that she seemed easy to manipulate.

Unexpectedly, this woman was incredibly fierce!

They completely modified a sports car into a chaise lounge.

"Don't you want to get your car repaired?" Zhao Xing'er glanced at her again. "Then we'll talk about it when you come back from the hospital."

"Mommy—"

Red Hair was so frightened that he started to cry. He grabbed the steering wheel and ran off, fleeing along the road as fast as he could, even faster than when he was driving.

Watching the red figure disappear into the distance, Zhao Xing'er finally let out a deep breath, calmed herself down, took out her phone, and sent a message: "Oh no, bestie, I couldn't resist again and hailed a taxi."

"Haha, what's the big deal about taking a taxi? Don't worry about the cost. I'll reimburse you for whatever it costs," the other end replied quickly.

"Is it convenient?" Zhao Xing'er glanced at it. "It should be the new Blue Tiger, it'll probably cost around a million." The other side: "?"

……

Yue Wen stayed in the office for a while, then went to check on Zhao Xing'er outside and run some errands.

Just as she stood up, she saw Zhao Xing'er pull in a dejected middle-aged man. "Boss, a customer has arrived."

"Oh?" Yue Wen's eyes lit up. "You've already made some progress so quickly."

Zhao Xing'er smiled gently, "The uncle said he had something he wanted to ask, so I brought him back immediately."

"Please sit down," Yue Wen quickly invited.

The man who entered was around forty years old, slightly thin, wearing a thin gray jacket with the right sleeve hanging loose; he was disabled. He had stubble on his face, dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes looked full of anxiety.

"Um..." The man leaned forward to sit down, and his first question was, "I heard from this girl that your prices are very low, is that right?"

“That’s right.” Yue Wen immediately nodded: “Our firm’s main focus is on affordability and benefiting the people.”

"I...I really don't have much money. I recently became disabled in an accident and lost my job..." the man's voice was low. "How about five hundred yuan per order?"

"Sure," Yue Wen agreed without hesitation. "Helping you solve your problem is the most important thing. Tell me what happened first."

Zhao Xing'er listened from the side, her gaze towards Yue Wen shifting slightly.

A single order costs 500 yuan, split 50/50, so each of them gets 250 yuan. Forget about hiring a cultivator; they might not even have enough for gas if they drove a long distance.

The fact that Yue Wen agreed to this shows that he doesn't care about the money.

The only reason is that he possesses a chivalrous heart, which is rare in this era.

Otherwise, would he still have a hobby of fighting evil spirits?
At this moment, Yue Wen's humanity also shone through her heart.

“My son is missing,” the man said. “He’s been acting strangely these past few days. He keeps locking himself in his room and won’t come out, saying that some kids want him to play games with them. I’ve been busy lately, so I didn’t pay much attention at first, but this morning when I called him for breakfast and he didn’t respond, I went into his room and found that he was nowhere to be found.”

"Is there anything unusual in the room?" Yue Wen asked.

"No, he was perfectly fine the night before, but he disappeared this morning. All the doors and windows in the house are fine, I don't know what happened..." He lowered his head with some self-reproach, "I haven't been caring enough for him."

"Uncle, don't be sad. We will do our best to help you find him," Zhao Xing'er comforted her.

“If it’s an evil spirit, it’s really quite bold to sneak into a house and steal a child.” Yue Wen also pondered, “I’ve rarely heard of such a thing.”

“Actually… it might not be an evil spirit.” The man paused, then said, “I have someone I suspect.”

"Hmm?" Yue Wen looked at him. "Who is it?"

“He’s the owner of my factory.” The man’s face showed some anger as he mentioned this. “I lost my arm a while ago when I was working at the factory because of a machine malfunction. If I had enough money for surgery, I could have hired a cultivator to help me reattach it, but he has been dragging his feet on paying my compensation.”

“I don’t dare to sue him because he has connections to organized crime and used shady methods to target his competitors. I thought that if I begged him, he would pay me the compensation properly. Today was the day we agreed to have our last negotiation, but my son went missing last night.”

“I suspect that he may have hired someone to kidnap my son to blackmail me.”

“That’s possible,” Yue Wen nodded.

The number of evil spirits that dare to break into private homes and steal children in urban areas is extremely small.

In the city, demons hide in the shadows for fear of being discovered, while nightmares have their own patterns of action and do not act arbitrarily.

Although their methods are completely undetectable to ordinary people, once the disappearance is determined to be caused by an evil spirit, the Super Management Bureau will intervene, and the seriousness of the matter will change. Regardless of whether the child can be recovered, this evil spirit must be eliminated.

Therefore, in such cases, the possibility of human intervention is often greater.

“We’ve arranged to negotiate tonight. Could you come with me and protect me? If my son is really in his hands, I’m willing to forgo compensation; I just want my child back,” the man said.

“Yes, it’s okay,” Zhao Xing’er comforted her softly. “Don’t worry, if the other party kidnapped the child to threaten you, they probably won’t hurt him.”

"Who knows what he's capable of?" the man frowned. "None of these bosses are any good!"

Zhao Xing'er nodded: "That's true."

Yue Wen: "?"

　Good morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)