Having traveled through time, shouldn't you make a splash in your life?

With a few taps on her phone, Shangguan Qingke deposited 17 million into Ning Dongyang's Supreme Black Card.

With the system's support, any income Ning Dongyang transfers will go into the Supreme Black Card ending in 9527.

Seeing seventeen million transferred into his account, Ning Dongyang was stunned: "Qingke, aren't you going to keep some?"

She originally had seven million, but the family stock was sold off for ten million less, leaving her with only seventeen million in total.

Shangguan Qingke held her phone in front of Ning Dongyang: "Look, there's still over 137,000 left, that's enough."

Feeling inexplicably moved, Ning Dongyang was about to speak when someone rang the doorbell.

On the doorbell display screen, he saw two people in police uniforms, one of whom Ning Dongyang recognized.

When Shangguan Qing saw the people in police uniforms coming to her door, she immediately thought of Song Liu and looked at Ning Dongyang with a somewhat panicked expression.

Ning Dongyang also found it strange. His disguise technique should not have any flaws. Last night, under the supermarket's surveillance camera, during the time when Zhang Hongyu was killed, he was squatting in the toilet. Why would they come knocking on his door?

He and Shangguan Qingke opened the door.

"Is it you?"

Chen Caiyi never expected that when they came to the Shanshui Yuntian community for a routine investigation, following Zhang Hongyu's activity trajectory, they would see an acquaintance.

Judging from the scene in the private room of Tianhai Nightclub, Song Liu's skills were definitely not simple, whether it was Zhang Hongyu whose bones were broken or Shangguan Zetong whose leg was broken.

Later, they found a BMW on the roadside not far from the Tianhai Nightclub, inside which lay two dead bodies with crushed necks, as well as the clothes left behind by Song Liu.

Provocation, blatant provocation.

However, despite mobilizing all available resources in Jiangcheng and searching all night, they found nothing about Song Liu.

The killer seems to have vanished into thin air.

Chen Caiyi had "seen" Ning Dongyang's skills. A group of people wielding iron bars couldn't even touch his clothes; instead, their wrists were broken, turning them from perpetrators into victims.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Ning Dongyang's skills and Song Liu's skills both belong to the category of strong individuals.

Could Ning Dongyang and Song Liu be related?

For a moment, she thought about many things.

Ning Dongyang had a deep memory of the dashing and long-legged Chen Caiyi, and the two even added each other on WeChat.

He touched his nose and chuckled, "Am I the one who's surprised?"

Chen Caiyi nodded: "It was quite unexpected."

The other person who came with Chen Caiyi remained silent, clearly indicating that the two of them were in Chen Caiyi's shoes.

Ning Dongyang looked relaxed and stretched out his hand: "Officer Chen, you've come all this way to present me with a certificate for being one of the top ten good citizens?"

"Let me think, what good deeds have I done lately?"

Chen Caiyi glanced at Shangguan Qingke. She was not familiar with this celebrity from the Shangguan family, but she remembered her. It seemed that she had a special relationship with Ning Dongyang.

Zhang Hongyu's motives towards Shangguan Qingke were not pure.

Although there was no evidence, she had a strong intuition that Ning Dongyang was the prime suspect in Zhang Hongyu's death.

"Zhang Hongyu came here yesterday and died last night."

Ning Dongyang looked surprised: "You don't doubt me, do you?"

"Zhang Hongyu has been to quite a few places, so the number of people you suspect could stretch down a street."

"The key point is that I look like a good citizen, and I have absolutely nothing to do with murder or arson."

"Although I've only met Zhang Hongyu once, I can tell he's a completely despicable person. I don't know how many people he's harmed in the past. Is it possible—no, I think it's highly likely—that he was murdered in a revenge killing?"

Seeing that Chen Caiyi and the others did not speak, Ning Dongyang continued as if chatting casually: "By the way, besides revenge killing, we cannot rule out various accidents in Zhang Hongyu's death."

"For example, was he struck by lightning, burned to death, or... well, which way did he die?"

Chen Caiyi interrupted him, seemingly to remind Ning Dongyang.

"Listen to me."

"An assassin named Song Liu killed Zhang Hongyu."

"Although you have no connection with Song Liu, the Zhang family is very likely to hold you accountable, as well as others."

"Be careful, and contact me immediately if anything happens."

To be honest.

She didn't have a good impression of rich young men like Zhang Hongyu; so what if he died?

Ning Dongyang nodded vigorously: "Okay."

"If anyone threatens me, I will definitely tell you."

Chen Caiyi is very good-looking. If I could get her to go on a street party with me, I bet I would get a lot of emotional support. Unfortunately, her clothes are not right, so it is impossible for her to go on a street party with me.

The group chatted for a while in front of Jiang Liluo's house. Chen Caiyi and the others left, while Shangguan Qingke went to the Shangguan family group.

Ning Dongyang ate something to tide him over, then found the phone number Miao Qingmei had left behind and dialed it.

The call was connected.

Ning Dongyang: "Where?"

Miao Qingmei's joyful voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding very sweet: "I've been waiting for your call."

"I am in XXX."

Ning Dongyang: "Will I get food if I go there now?"

Miao Qingmei: "Absolutely."

Ning Dongyang: "Wait for me."

After hanging up the phone, Ning Dongyang went to the garage, drove off happily in his beloved secondhand Audi.

Ten minutes later.

My used Audi is out of service.

Ning Dongyang fiddled with it for a long time but couldn't fix the second-hand Audi.

Patting the hood of the car and rubbing the grease off his hands, Ning Dongyang sighed, "As the old saying goes, 'If you become rich and powerful, don't forget your friends.'"

"Old brother, I'm sorry to have to apologize to you."

Actually, he had planned to change cars in order to make a splash on the streets. Now that his used Audi was out of commission, changing cars was imperative.

I found a used car dealership on my phone, chatted briefly, and sold my old Audi without a second thought.

I took a taxi to the yoga studio that Miao Qingmei had mentioned.

More than forty minutes later.

Ning Dongyang got out of the taxi and saw Miao Qingmei, who had a beauty mark on the side of her mouth that looked like a pomegranate seed.

The exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio and the magnificent snow-capped peaks are enough to make one's blood rush to their head.

Ning Dongyang pressed his nose.

This is the skill that only a yoga instructor can possess.

When Miao Qingmei saw Ning Dongyang, the smile that bloomed on her delicate and charming face was like a spring breeze, cleansing his soul.

[Emotion +7.]

"Ning Dongyang!!"

Miao Qingmei waved her little hand and ran to his side with a bright smile: "Long time no see."

Ning Dongyang deliberately opened his arms: "Miao Qingmei, since we haven't seen each other for so long, how about a hug?"

Miao Qingmei chuckled softly, like a little swallow, and nestled into Ning Dongyang's arms before leaving.

Although it was just a light touch, the amazing elasticity made Ning Dongyang feel that the trip was worthwhile.

He immediately gave Miao Qingmei a Mysterious Eye.

Name: Miao Qingmei

Age: 24

【Height: 168】

【Favorites: 75】

Appearance rating: 97

Number of participants: 0

That happy bean from my nest.

The Daughter's Red wine is still here!

Ning Dongyang was incredibly excited.

A beauty like Miao Qingmei would definitely have no shortage of suitors, so Ning Dongyang didn't expect her daughter's red wine to still be around.

As long as she's single, no, as long as she's willing, even if it's not Daughter's Red wine, he wouldn't mind drinking some Erguotou.

A favorability rating of 75 is not low.

After all, they hadn't seen each other for ten years since graduating from junior high school.

An excited Ning Dongyang got straight to the point.

"Come on, let's get down to business first."

"Miao Qingmei, give me your bank card number."

While speaking, he looked up at the yoga studio.

Qingmei Yoga Fitness Center has a small storefront, but its exterior decoration is quite unique, evoking images of graceful figures.