This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

Boss Liu didn't notice the change in Zhang Chen's expression. A breeze ruffled his expensive silk robe, but he didn't care.

He looked at Zhang Chen, then at Wang Xiaoer not far away, who was so embarrassed he wanted to bury his head in the ground. His expression was extremely complicated.

He originally thought he had invited a master exorcist to deal with an evil spirit, but it turned out to be a thief within his own ranks.

"Master Zhang!"

Boss Liu grabbed Zhang Chen's hand again, with such force that Zhang Chen could feel the other man's hand trembling.

"This time, I, Liu, am truly convinced! Completely convinced!"

Zhang Chen had no choice but to let the other party hold his hand, and coughed lightly, saying modestly, "Boss Liu, you're too kind. This isn't my area of ​​expertise; I'm just helping out from outside my field."

Mr. Liu was taken aback by his joke, and then burst into laughter.

He took out his phone, pulled out the built-in metal stylus, and quickly tapped the screen a few times.

"Ding-dong!"

A crisp notification sound rang out from Zhang Chen's old cell phone.

Zhang Chen took out his phone and glanced at it.

A bank deposit notification lay quietly on the screen.

【您的帐户尾号xxxx于7月11日收入150，000.00元，当前余额200，008.50元。】

"Master Zhang, I was blind to your greatness before and offended you greatly. This small token is my apology to you and this...this young Taoist priest!"

Boss Liu turned his gaze to Wang Xiaoer, his eyes filled with a complex expression.

Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he could imagine how the arrogant "Master Qingfeng" accurately plunged headfirst into that pool of filth. That scene was probably more impactful than any talisman or spell.

This is something no ordinary person could do! It's obvious they planned this out beforehand!

Zhang Chen put away his phone, his face still bearing that nonchalant expression.

"Boss Liu is generous."

He waved to Wang Xiaoer.

"Let's go, waiter, this is none of our business."

Wang Xiaoer felt as if he had been granted a pardon and immediately jogged over to follow Zhang Chen, not wanting to stay a moment longer.

The two walked out of the villa area and hailed a taxi.

Silence spread through the carriage.

Looking at the scenery rushing past the window, Wang Xiaoer felt a mix of emotions.

Overnight, he went through a series of events, including playing tricks, outsmarting and outmaneuvering others, and even indirectly capturing a gang of thieves.

All of this felt like an absurd dream.

The car drove to a fork in the road.

The road sign on the left pointed in the direction of the village he was familiar with.

The road sign on the right leads to the city center, where skyscrapers stand tall and traffic flows heavily.

The driver turned around and asked, "By the way, gentlemen, where are we going?"

Zhang Chen didn't answer the driver; he simply turned his head and looked at Wang Xiaoer.

"Are you going back to the village, or are you coming to the city with me?"

Wang Xiaoer was stunned.

Go back to the village and continue living that kind of predictable, monotonous life?

still is……

Before he could answer, Zhang Chen had already taken out his phone and tapped a few times on it.

Wang Xiaoer's phone started vibrating.

He subconsciously looked down.

A transfer notification popped up on the screen.

[Zhang Chen transferred 60,000.00 yuan to you]

Sixty thousand.

Wang Xiaoer's breath hitched for a moment.

He's lived for twenty years, and the total amount of money he's ever seen probably doesn't equal the amount he's received in the last two days.

With this money, he could build a grand new house in the village, get married, and live out his life like everyone else in the village.

That string of zeros, like a wall, separated him from the past.

It was also like a door, leading to a future he had never imagined.

He raised his head and looked out the window again.

The road leading to the city stretched out in the sunlight, seemingly without end. In the distance, the city's silhouette resembled a lurking beast, its steel and concrete skeleton gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Wang Xiaoer looked at the string of numbers, then at the road, and remained silent for a long time.

The air inside the car seemed to freeze.

"Go to the city."

Finally, his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Hahahahaha!"

Zhang Chen burst into a hearty laugh, then slammed his hand on the back of the driver's seat.

"Driver, to the city! Head to the most bustling area!"

He turned his head and stared intently at Wang Xiaoer, his eyes shining brightly in the sunlight.

"Waiter, I'm formally inviting you to join me in setting up a firm that specializes in handling these 'difficult cases' in big cities!"

Zhang Chen waved his hand forcefully outside the window, as if trying to grasp something invisible.

"With my skills and your luck, this big city is our hunting ground!"

"Our firm will be called 'Qiankun'!"

"Qiankun Agency! Turn the tide! I am the 'Qian,' and you are the 'Kun.'"

"When Heaven and Earth unite, we are invincible!"

Wang Xiaoer stared at him blankly.

Zhang Chen's face was devoid of any slickness or frivolity; instead, it radiated an ambition that seemed capable of burning everything.

That ambition, through his eyes, pierced through the cramped space of the carriage and crashed into Wang Xiaoer's chest.

Wang Xiaoer's heart, which had become numb from years of bad luck and indifference, was completely ignited at this moment.

He recalled the resolute decision he made when he moved his ancestral graves.

I remembered the powerful thump in my heart when I saw the 60,000 yuan in cash.

It turns out that he wasn't just someone who could passively accept his fate.

It turns out that his luck can also be considered a "skill".

It turns out that there is another way to live his life.

The taxi roared onto the overpass leading to the city center, leaving the small town completely behind.

Wang Xiaoer looked at Zhang Chen's outstretched hand, remained silent for a moment, and then raised his own hand and gripped it tightly.

"good!"

In short, decisive.

One word: Farewell to the past.

One word, opening up the future.

As the taxi drove into the city center, the view outside the window changed completely.

Skyscrapers, like sharp swords, pierce the sky.

On the giant electronic signboard, the colorful images change silently.

On the ground, traffic converged into rivers of steel, rushing forward with ear-piercing horns.

Countless unfamiliar figures moved across the sidewalk, their expressions hurried and their steps brisk, each one like a high-speed cog in the machine of this giant city.

Wang Xiaoer leaned against the car window, completely dumbfounded.

He felt like a drop of water that had been suddenly poured into a pot of boiling oil, instantly evaporated by the surrounding noise and prosperity.

An unprecedented sense of insignificance and helplessness enveloped him.

Everything here felt unfamiliar and awe-inspiring to him.

The car stopped on the side of the road in a bustling commercial district.

Zhang Chen paid the fare and helped the still somewhat absent-minded Wang Xiaoer out of the car.

The two stood beside the busy sidewalk, like two trees transplanted into the concrete, completely out of place with everything around them.

Wang Xiaoer looked up at the towering building encased in glass curtain walls, the sunlight reflecting off it so brightly that he couldn't open his eyes.

He subconsciously took a half step back, and his palms began to sweat again.

Just then, a hand slammed down on his shoulder.

Zhang Chen stood beside him, his face bearing his usual smug smile, but his eyes were more serious than ever before.

"From this day forward, this place belongs to us."