If you had to choose an identity to go undercover, you'd choose a gynecologist.

Chen Qing returned to his clinic and had just taken a couple of sips of tea.

The roar of a car engine could be heard from outside the door.

A small truck came to a steady stop in front of the clinic. The door opened, and several men dressed in Zhou family attire jumped out and began carrying things into the clinic without saying a word.

The silks and satins were neatly bundled and stacked on the door panels; the finest ginseng and deer antlers were packed in brocade boxes and sent in one by one; there were also several jars of aged wine sealed with red clay, as well as heavy wooden boxes, which, judging by their weight, probably contained valuable items such as gold and silver jewelry.

"What are you doing here..." Chen Qing had just stepped out of the door when he saw Zhou Fushan get out of the passenger seat, holding a gift list in his hand. He quickly walked up to him and stuffed it into his hand without saying a word.

Chen Qing unfolded the gift list and saw it densely packed with various gifts, each one quite valuable. He quickly waved his hand, saying, "Mr. Zhou, this is far too generous! It was just a small favor; I really can't accept such a lavish gift."

Zhou Fushan pressed down on his hand, which was trying to refuse: "Mr. Chen is joking."

They saved my sister-in-law and nephew's lives. This kindness is heavier than a mountain. This small gift is just a token of my gratitude.

This is the wish of my mother and my younger brother, Fuhai. You absolutely must not refuse, otherwise you will be slapping the face of the Zhou family.

Having said that, Chen Qing couldn't insist any further, so he accepted the gift list, cupped his hands in thanks, and said, "Then I will accept it without being impolite. Please thank the old lady and Mr. Zhou for their kindness."

After seeing Zhou Fushan and the servants who were carrying the things off, Chen Qing was looking at the room full of gifts and wondering what to do with them. It was time to buy a house.

At that moment, the sound of an engine outside the door started again.

Another black sedan arrived, and two capable-looking attendants got out. They went straight to the clinic and started moving things inside. This time, the items were more exquisite, mostly high-quality writing implements, calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, several boxes of exquisitely packaged tonics, high-end cosmetics for women, handbags, and jewelry.

Chen Qing quickly stepped forward to stop them, frowning as he asked, "Gentlemen, what does this mean? I've already accepted the Zhou family's gift of gratitude, why are there more?"

One of the middle-aged men, who seemed to be the leader, turned around, cupped his hands, and said, "Mr. Chen, my name is Zhao Zhengping, and I am currently the Vice Minister of the Shanghai Finance Bureau. Minister Zhou Fuhai is my brother-in-law. This is my sister's request; she asked me to make sure this gift reaches you."

As he spoke, he pointed to the things that had been moved in: "If it weren't for Mr. Chen's help today, my sister would probably be dead. I have no way to repay this great kindness. I hope Mr. Chen will not refuse this small gift."

Chen Qing was stunned for a moment, then realized: "Your sister, is she the third madam of the Zhou family who just gave birth to a son?"

"Exactly!" Zhao Zhengping nodded with a smile. "This is all thanks to Mr. Chen. I am deeply grateful and will not thank you enough. If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know."

"Congratulations!" Chen Qing quickly offered his congratulations.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Zhao Zhengping left with his entourage.

Chen Qing had just closed the clinic door and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when a black Cadillac slowly pulled up in front of the door.

The car door opened, and a man in a sharp suit and top hat stepped out. He had an extraordinary air about him and was none other than Zhou Fuhai's personal secretary.

He strode up to Chen Qing and respectfully handed him a gold-embossed envelope: "Mr. Chen, I apologize for bothering you. Mr. Zhou asked me to give this to you."

Chen Qing took the envelope with a puzzled look, opened it, and found a letter of appointment inside. It read, "Chen Qing is appointed as the Deputy Inspector General of the Inspection Office of the Shanghai Customs Administration." The letter was stamped with Zhou Fuhai's personal seal and the official seal of the relevant department. The handwriting was neat and the seals were clear.

Chen Qing's eyes widened. He quickly looked up at his secretary: "This...this won't do! I'm just a doctor who runs a clinic. I've never worked in customs before. How can I be a deputy inspector general? This is really inappropriate!"

The secretary chuckled and said in a friendly tone, "Mr. Chen, you're too kind. Nothing is impossible for a willing heart. You can learn slowly if you don't know how. You saved Mr. Zhou's wife and children, so you are a great benefactor to the Zhou family. We're all family, so there's no need to be so formal. Just remember that you belong to Mr. Zhou."

He paused, then lowered his voice and chuckled, "To be honest, Mr. Chen, I used to be Mr. Zhou's driver. I learned from Mr. Zhou and that's how I got to where I am today. And your boss, whom you also know, is Mr. Ming Lou. Mr. Ming is exceptionally capable and humble. He will teach you slowly, so you can rest assured."

Chen Qing's heart stirred. He looked at the letter of appointment in his hand and recalled the Zhou family's repeated hospitality. He knew that it would be unreasonable to refuse again.

Compared to ability, those big shots only care about who is on their side and who is easy and reliable to use.

After a moment's hesitation, Chen Qing put away the letter of appointment, cupped his hands to the secretary, and said, "Since Mr. Zhou is so kind, then I will respectfully accept your offer."

Seeing his agreement, the secretary smiled with relief: "Mr. Chen is indeed very straightforward! Someone will handle the relevant appointment procedures for you. You just need to prepare with peace of mind, and you can take up your post soon."

After saying this, the secretary exchanged a few more pleasantries and then drove away.

In the clinic, Chen Qing looked at the gifts filling the room and the letter of appointment in her hand, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

It turned out that Zhou Fuhai had a son and remembered that it was all thanks to Chen Qing. Moreover, he had made a fortune through smuggling to Chongqing, which was also thanks to Chen Qing's guidance.

Remembering the source of one's blessings, Zhou Fuhai generously granted Chen Qing the lucrative position of deputy director of the General Administration of Customs' Inspection Office, which would also allow Chen Qing to oversee and protect his smuggling business.

Chen Qing called Wang Jiazhi over: "Jiazhi, we can finalize the deal on that villa on Pétain Road that we looked at last time."

A wise man should emulate the transformations of dragons and snakes, waiting for the opportune moment to soar. Just as a roc rises with the wind in a single day, soaring ninety thousand miles high, Chen Qing felt that he was truly about to take flight this time.

I'm really going to have to close down my clinic, and I feel a little reluctant about it.

However, it is still necessary to keep this clinic as a contact point, so it would be better to let Chongqing send someone new to take over.

In the following days, Chen Qing spent more than 10,000 yuan to buy a villa on Pétain Road and moved in with Xing'er and Wang Jiazhi. The clinic was not terminated for the time being. Chen Qing went to Mr. Hu and told him that he would not terminate the lease for the time being, and that he would terminate the lease himself after finding a new tenant.

Wang Jiazhi contacted headquarters, and they quickly responded that a new person would take over the liaison station.

The most unwilling one was Mrs. Hu. Chen Qing was young, strong, handsome, and rich. She was waiting to have a child so she could keep him for herself, but it seems she can't keep him now.

At night, Chen Qing was packing things up at the clinic when the door creaked open.

Chen Qing looked up and saw Mrs. Hu standing at the doorway, leaning against the door frame. Her loose floral dress covered her high, protruding belly, and her face was flushed with the typical flush of pregnancy. She moved very slowly.

"Landlady, what brings you here?" Chen Qing quickly stepped forward, took her arm, and carefully led her to sit down on the wicker chair by the window. He then poured her a cup of warm tea and handed it to her.

"Your due date is in two months. It's already completely dark. You can't just wander around. It's not safe."

Mrs. Hu took the teacup, took a sip, gestured for Chen Qing to close the door, and then spoke.

"I heard you were promoted to Deputy Inspector General of the General Administration of Customs. I really didn't expect it! You've been promoted so quickly and become a high-ranking government official. You're going to be very successful from now on!"

"It's all thanks to you. If you hadn't been willing to rent me this place, I wouldn't have had the chance to establish myself here. You should just stay home and focus on your pregnancy, and don't worry about these trivial matters."

The landlady put down her teacup, leaned forward, and lowered her voice, saying, "I told you last time I wouldn't treat you badly. I know a very wealthy woman, her family is extremely rich. Her husband's surname is Ma, he's a big businessman, always traveling and rarely coming home. Their house is overflowing with designer bags, gold and silver jewelry, and imported cosmetics, many of which are still unopened. They're practically rolling in money."

But to be honest, she's a pitiful person. She's rich, but she has no one to care for her, and her life is incredibly lonely. I'd been wanting to introduce her to you for a while, hoping you could help her improve her health, but Mrs. Liang and Mrs. Fang stopped me from saying anything. They both always want to keep it all to themselves.

The landlady lowered her voice even further as she spoke, "I heard her say that her husband's...things are impotent, he can't get it up. She might have to live a life of widowhood. Young and beautiful, how can she stay like that? She asked me to help her make connections. I thought it's better to benefit someone else than someone else. Tomorrow I'll give you a hotel address; you can go directly to her. You're a good doctor, and you're energetic; you'll definitely be able to win her over. Afterwards, you have to give me half of her money; consider it my referral fee!"

Chen Qing picked up his teacup, took a sip, and casually asked, "What does this lady look like?"

"You can rest assured about this one! Her looks are absolutely top-notch! Fair skin, delicate features, and a well-maintained figure. She looks several years younger than her actual age, incredibly beautiful. I guarantee you'll be satisfied when you see her!"

"That's good. I'll go see him tomorrow."

Seeing that he had agreed, Mrs. Hu quickly said, "Okay! I'll call her tonight and tell her, and I'll bring the address to you first thing tomorrow morning. You'd better do your best and not miss this great opportunity!"

Chen Qing was immediately itching to ask, but still cautiously inquired, "What's his man's name? Is he safe?"

"What was her man's name...? I remember now, his name is Ma Kui."

Chen Qing almost spat out the tea he had just taken a sip of, then immediately pulled out a large yellow croaker and stuffed it into the landlady's hand: "Don't worry, I'll definitely get it, and you'll get your share of the benefits."

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