This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

The weather in Jiangcheng remained sunny.

But what hangs over the city is a media storm even more intense than the rain.

Seven days after the groundbreaking ceremony, a news story ignited the entire city.

"Well-known entrepreneur Zhou Zhenghao is suspected of involvement in a murder case from ten years ago and has been criminally detained by the police!"

On the television screen, on the giant screen on the exterior wall of the shopping mall, and in the pop-up windows on mobile phones, all of them showed Zhou Zhenghao's handcuffed, ashen face.

At the press conference, the police spokesperson spoke with absolute certainty.

They used Zhou Zhenghao's public nonsense at the groundbreaking ceremony as a starting point to reopen the investigation into Song Wen's fall from a building ten years ago.

The old files were reopened.

Details that were overlooked back then, and vague testimonies, were linked together into a clear chain of evidence under the guidance of the few keywords that Zhou Zhenghao shouted in public.

Faced with the police's psychological offensive and physical evidence, Zhou Zhenghao's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He confessed to all his crimes.

From how to steal the "Mysterious King" account and equipment through a Trojan virus, to how to argue with Song Wen at the stairwell of the internet cafe, and finally push him down the stairs in a fit of rage.

Ten years of sins, now cleared in a single day.

Inside the Qiankun Agency, an old television set was playing this news.

Wang Xiaoer and Zhang Chen sat side by side, watching quietly.

The television screen was noisy, but the office was quiet.

"Knock knock knock".

The knocking sounded, urgent and forceful.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Li Hao rushed in, his face filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.

He was a completely different person. He was no longer the internet cafe owner who had been tortured beyond recognition. His hair was neatly combed, he had changed into a new set of clothes, and his eyes had regained their light.

"Master Zhang! Master Wang!"

He was all smiles, clutching a thick red envelope tightly in his hand, and slammed it directly onto the table.

With a "thud," the heavy weight of the envelope made the table shake.

"It's solved! It's completely solved!"

Li Hao was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently.

"The police went again yesterday and got all the details of what happened back then!"

"My internet cafe is practically a tourist attraction now!"

He gestured with his fingers, his face filled with unbelievable excitement.

"A ton of people come here to 'check in,' just to catch a glimpse of the computer where the accident happened, saying it's 'a miracle of justice.' My internet cafe is packed every single day now!"

Wang Xiaoer opened the red envelope.

Stacks of brand-new banknotes were neatly arranged inside, their red color dazzling.

He counted them, and there were a full 100,000.

Besides the agreed-upon final payment, the extra amount was a thank-you fee that Li Hao insisted on giving him.

Looking at the money, Wang Xiaoer felt no frivolity at suddenly becoming rich; instead, he felt a heavy weight in his heart.

"Brother Li, this is too much."

"Not much! Not at all!"

Li Hao pressed the money back down forcefully.

"Compared to my life, compared to that guy's injustice, what's this little bit of money!"

He exhaled heavily and bowed deeply to Zhang Chen and Wang Xiaoer.

"If you ever need my help, Li Hao, just say the word!"

After seeing off the profusely thanking Li Hao, Wang Xiaoer's phone vibrated.

It was a message from Fatty.

"I saw the news, awesome! You two are really something else. This has taught me a lesson. If you ever need this kind of technical work again, just call me anytime, and I'll give you a rock-bottom price."

Wang Xiaoer smiled and put his phone back in his pocket.

Looking at the money on the table, he realized for the first time that making money could be such a meaningful thing.

Just then, Zhang Chen's old Nokia rang.

The shrill chord ringing sounded particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Zhang Chen picked up his phone, glanced at the screen, and answered the call.

There was no immediate sound from the other end of the phone, only a suppressed sob.

After a long time, a hoarse voice, filled with heavy sobs, finally came through intermittently.

"Is...is this Mr. Zhang?"

It is Mr. Song Jianguo.

Zhang Chen hummed in agreement.

"Thanks……"

"Thank you..."

On the other end of the phone, the old man was sobbing uncontrollably, repeating only these two words over and over again.

"My son's case... is solved..."

"The police...the police told me everything..."

"Ten years... my son... he can finally close his eyes..."

The old man cried like a child, releasing all the grievances, pain, longing, and despair of the past ten years in that moment.

Wang Xiaoer sat to the side, listening to the crying coming from the phone, and his eyes also became a little sore.

He turned his head and pretended to look out the window.

Zhang Chen listened quietly the whole time, without saying a word or hanging up.

He just held up his phone, letting the old man vent his emotions to his heart's content.

Only when the crying subsided did he speak in a very soft voice.

Take good care of yourself.

After hanging up the phone, silence fell over the office once again.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the dust particles in the air.

A ten-year-long grudge has vanished.

Looking at the stack of money in his hand, and then at Zhang Chen who was already selecting a hero, Wang Xiaoer's initial sadness vanished almost entirely.

Wang Xiaoer suddenly realized that he couldn't continue like this.

He can't forever remain just a lucky "accessory" who can occasionally play a role.

He looked at Zhang Chen, took a deep breath, and asked in an unprecedentedly serious tone.

"Brother Chen, could you teach me your skills in drawing talismans and chanting incantations?"

Zhang Chen paused for a moment while hovering the mouse over the card's portrait.

He raised his head, his gaze falling on Wang Xiaoer's face. His eyes were calm, as if he were scrutinizing him or pondering something.

Wang Xiaoer felt a little nervous under his gaze, but he still straightened his back and met his eyes without flinching.

A few seconds later, Zhang Chen looked away without saying anything.

He bent down and rummaged around in the drawer at his feet for a while.

Then, he took out two books and casually tossed them onto the table in front of Wang Xiaoer.

"Smack."

Those two books looked quite old; they were thread-bound, the pages were yellowed, and the edges were frayed.

The book title is written in calligraphy on the cover.

One of them is "An Introduction to Taoist Magic and Talismans".

One of them is "Basic Formations and Explanations of Maps and Strategies".

See for yourself.

"Ask me if you don't understand."

Zhang Chen waved his hand, his mind returning to the game.

Just then, the glass door of the office was pushed open from the outside again.

A well-dressed middle-aged man walked in, his bespoke suit and gleaming leather shoes somewhat out of place in the unassuming office.

The man looked anxious, with a hint of doubt in his eyes. He glanced around and finally fixed his gaze on Zhang Chen and Wang Xiaoer.

He hesitated before asking, "Excuse me... is this the Qiankun Agency, which can resolve 'troublesome matters'?"

He had the shrewdness typical of a businessman on his face, but the lingering anxiety between his brows ruined his overall demeanor.

Zhang Chen looked away from the game interface and glanced at him.

"What's the trouble?"