Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

"Are lawyers really that rich?"

Shen Qingzhou pulled out the gold bank card that the ATM had dispensed, completely bewildered.

As for the password, Su Xi sent it to him via WeChat. He had previously deleted her as a friend, but she added him back yesterday.

Su Xi didn't tell him how much money was on the card; she just glanced at it on a whim when she passed by the ATM on her way to the orphanage for a meal.

There was actually 50,000 yuan inside. It wasn't a credit card, but a debit card. He could withdraw all 50,000 yuan or transfer it to his own bank card if he wanted.

However, Shen Qingzhou did not take all the money; he only took two hundred yuan. This way, he wouldn't have to go to the orphanage for lunch. With money for food, he could also buy a pack of cigarettes.

The Five Disadvantages and Three Deficiencies are not like a dinner party, an essay, a painting, or embroidery; they are a kind of latent rule that can truly kill people.

As long as he doesn't withdraw the money and keeps it on the card, the money belongs to Su Xi and has nothing to do with him.

I can eat and drink whatever I want, and I'm not so poor that I have to go to an orphanage to mooch meals.

Just as Shen Qingzhou was happily thinking about it.

A student on a bicycle came hurtling towards him, but luckily Shen Qingzhou reacted quickly and took a step back to avoid it.

Before he could even catch his breath, the hairs on his body stood on end. Without thinking, he jumped to the side.

A flowerpot fell from a great height and broke in two where he had just been standing.

"You son of a bitch, you think you can kill me for just two hundred dollars?"

Enraged, Shen Qingzhou waved his fists at the sky a few times before rushing into a nearby shop.

"Boss, give me a pack of cigarettes," Shen Qingzhou said.

After paying and leaving the small shop, Shen Qingzhou didn't dare to delay at all and immediately turned around and went into a small restaurant next door.

"Boss, what would you like to eat?"

"Just give me a meal that costs 135 yuan, I can pay in advance."

The owner was a bit dumbfounded; he had never seen such a bizarre way of ordering food before.

However, as long as the money was paid, the owner eventually ordered three dishes for Shen Qingzhou, totaling 140 yuan, with a 5 yuan discount.

While waiting for the food to be served, Shen Qingzhou opened the cigarettes she had just bought, put one in her mouth, and then realized she didn't have a lighter.

Just as he was wondering whether to borrow a light from the restaurant owner or go to the shop next door to ask the owner for a lighter on credit, his phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number, but Shen Qingzhou answered the call without thinking. After all, people in his line of work often receive calls from unfamiliar numbers.

"Shen Qingzhou, you son of a bitch, pay me back! How long are you going to drag this out? If you don't pay me back soon, I'll have someone beat you up..."

As soon as the call connected, a burst of angry curses came from the other end.

Shen Qingzhou waited quietly for the other party to finish cursing before slowly uttering two words.

"I have no money."

"Oh, okay, remember to pay me back when you have the money." The other person replied in a similarly relaxed tone.

There wasn't a trace of the anger he had shown earlier; he seemed to have a split personality.

"Okay, but you changed your number again?" Shen Qingzhou asked.

"You've blocked those guys, right? Please don't block them again. Keep your phone accessible, brother. We're all just doing our jobs, don't make things difficult for me," the debt collector on the other end of the phone said understandingly.

"Okay, I promise I won't block you this time."

"Thank you, goodbye."

Click, the other end of the phone hung up.

Shen Qingzhou immediately added the other party's number to the blacklist.

He receives a dozen or twenty such collection calls every day, and he's long been used to it.

The reason he received so many collection calls was, of course, because he owed money to more than a dozen online lending platforms.

He didn't spend the money himself; it was all transferred to the welfare home's account.

Of course, he did this not because he was so kind as to borrow money for charity.

Instead, he's building a moat around himself to prevent someone from suddenly transferring five million to him one day. Wouldn't that be killing him?

So his credit report is fake, all his contacts are fake, his bank cards are cancelled, and he has to wait in line for court summons...

As a result, he became someone that debt collection companies could not choose.

But the debt collectors don't care about any of that; they still keep chasing after the debts, often making several calls a day and bombarding the area with phone calls and text messages.

Unfortunately, with today's advanced technology, you have a spear and I have a shield, so they've basically all been blocked. It doesn't affect our lives at all; we can still eat and drink as usual.

"Boss, can I borrow your lighter?"

Shen Qingzhou called out to the owner who was cooking inside.

"It's on the counter, take it yourself," the owner replied through the food delivery slot.

Shen Qingzhou picked up the lighter on the table, lit a cigarette, and casually put it in his pocket.

Taking something without permission is stealing, but he already told his boss, so it doesn't count as stealing.

Moreover, stealing a lighter doesn't count as stealing; it's just considered taking advantage of the situation.

Small restaurants may not always have the best food, but they always offer generous portions.

The small restaurant that Shen Qingzhou randomly chose was just like that. It had two meat dishes and one vegetable dish, a total of three large plates, and the taste was pretty good.

He ate until his belly was round and full, then let out a satisfied burp and left the restaurant, rubbing his stomach.

Then, subconsciously, I started thinking about what to eat for dinner.

Then it suddenly dawned on me: I have money now, I can eat whatever I want.

No, that's not my money, that's Su Xi's money, he quickly corrected his mistaken idea in his mind.

Shen Qingzhou used Su Xi's card to buy two jin of bananas before leisurely walking back.

Although the fruit shop owner was a little unhappy when I swiped my card, who swipes a card to buy fruit these days?

Everyone has WeChat and Alipay.

Shen Qingzhou does have these accounts, but none of them are registered under his real name, so payment and transfer are naturally out of the question.

Therefore, his firm uses the welfare home's account for receiving payments and the QR code for receiving payments.

As a result, he took on a lot of work and earned a lot of money, but he still didn't know where his next meal would come from. He often relied on his friends and Lao Zhong for help, or like today, he would go to the welfare home to freeload a meal.

He had considered using someone else's ID to open a bank account. It would be easy for him; there were so many children in the orphanage, he could just borrow one.

However, this method cannot avoid "financial deficiency" because it is money he has earned that he cannot spend on himself.

Logically speaking, the five deficiencies and three lacks, though a punishment from heaven, should not be this severe, and there is still a glimmer of hope.

For example, "financial deficiency" means that one cannot be rich or noble, but one can definitely guarantee one's most basic needs for food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

Shen Qingzhou's "financial deficiency" became so extreme mainly because he used unorthodox methods to avoid being widowed, widowed, orphaned, alone, or disabled, and to circumvent fate and power (power not only refers to power, but also to good fortune).

Therefore, this final deficiency came with exceptional severity and extreme intensity.

As soon as Shen Qingzhou went upstairs carrying the bag, she saw three people standing at her door.

Two of them were naturally Jiang Haichao and his daughter, with Xiao Qiu by their side.

There was also an old man holding a child.

"You're all ready already?"

Shen Qingzhou was somewhat surprised and looked at the child in the strange old man's arms.

The little guy was pale and a bit listless, but he still stared at Shen Qingzhou with his big, dark eyes, full of curiosity.

"This is my old friend Lu Guohua, and this is his grandson Lu Zhaozhao. He was born with osteogenesis imperfecta. Do you see any problems?"

Shen Qingzhou took a deep drag on the last half of his cigarette, his dark pupils suddenly widening, the whites of his eyes instantly swallowed by the ink, his eyes as black as an abyss, staring intently at the child in Lu Guohua's arms.

Lu Guohua, who had been curiously observing Shen Qingzhou, was so frightened that he almost threw the child in his arms away.

At this moment, Shen Qingzhou uttered a few words softly.

"It's not a big problem."

As soon as she finished speaking, countless tadpole-like dark lines suddenly appeared on Lu Zhaozhao's delicate cheeks, then disappeared like the tide, and Shen Qingzhou returned to normal.

This terrified the three people present.

"What...what's going on?" Jiang Haichao asked, somewhat trembling.

Lu Guohua also asked his grandson in a panic.

"Zhaozhao, how are you feeling? Is there anything that feels uncomfortable?"