Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

Shen Qingzhou picked up the photo on the table and looked at it. "Wow, not bad!"

The photo was probably taken at a market. The girl gives the impression of being clean and simple, without makeup, with a few freckles, slightly curly hair, curved eyebrows and eyes, and naturally light pink lips.

Simple jeans and a white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to the forearms, revealing light honey-colored skin.

"It's so pretty, and it's curly-haired, what a pity," Shen Qingzhou said.

"Who says otherwise?" Yang Xiaoyong also expressed his regret.

The ghost above his head, which had been leaning down and stretching its neck to sniff Shen Qingzhou's head, also stopped moving.

He seemed to be looking at the girl in the photo as well; it seems he's quite the lecher.

"How did he die?" Shen Qingzhou handed the photo back.

"Cancer, from diagnosis to death, only six months. A perfectly healthy young woman is gone just like that," Yang Xiaoyong said.

"Then why even consider giving her a ghost?"

"According to their hometown custom, unmarried men and women who die young are not considered suitable for a ghost marriage and cannot be buried in the ancestral grave. I make a living doing this, which is commonly known as a ghost matchmaker," Yang Xiaoyong said.

"Okay, then I agree to this."

Shen Qingzhou had no further questions, and the two then discussed the cost.

The final agreement was that 200,000 would be paid in full upfront. Of course, Yang Xiaoyong still needed to discuss this with the client, and they would notify him later whether it was feasible. But this was Shen Qingzhou's bottom line; he would be a fool not to make money.

As for how much referral fee Yang Xiaoyong received, that had nothing to do with Shen Qingzhou, because it was all paid to him by the family.

However, Yang Xiaoyong felt that there was no major problem, mainly because Shen Qingzhou was simply too outstanding. He had been in this line of work for many years and had never seen anyone like him before. He could only say that the family was lucky.

After chatting for a while, Yang Xiaoyong got up to say goodbye, as he had to rush back to Huaqiao Town that afternoon.

However, before leaving, they asked for Shen Qingzhou's birth date and time. According to the procedure, someone should be consulted to calculate whether the birth dates are suitable before proceeding with the next steps, but now it has become a mere formality.

So Shen Qingzhou gave it to him without any hesitation, though of course, it wasn't a real one.

Because he himself didn't know that his birthday was the day Grandma Song picked him up.

Yang Xiaoyong left, and as for the thing riding on his back, Shen Qingzhou had no intention of helping.

Settle your grievances and avenge your grudges. It's none of his business unless you give him money.

Yang Xiaoyong acted quite quickly, contacting Shen Qingzhou again that evening to tell him that the family had agreed, but wanted to meet him in person and discuss the specific procedures.

Shen Qingzhou naturally had no objections. Since the next day was Saturday, Yang Xiaoyong directly invited him to come to Huaqiao Town.

"Would you like me to drive you?" Jiang Xinyue asked.

"No need, I can go by myself. You take Xiao Qiu out for a walk," Shen Qingzhou said.

With Wu Ying following her, Xiao Qiu could easily go out for a stroll on her own. Now that she's a little imp, she's not afraid of being tricked by bad people.

But Jiang Xinyue was still worried and unwilling to let go, so she showed her cartoons, read her picture books, and played games with her to comfort her.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinyue did not insist any further. She also wanted to take Xiao Qiu back to see her maternal grandparents, as they missed her dearly after a week apart.

"Then how are you going to get there?" Jiang Xinyue asked again.

"The welfare home has a BYD," Shen Qingzhou said.

He was driving that car when he was looking for Lao Zhong.

Speaking of Lao Zhong, we haven't heard from him for several days. Lao Deng still owes him three million. Could he have run away?

Thinking of this, Shen Qingzhou sent a message to Lao Zhong directly.

"You old codger, you didn't run away, did you? You're treating me to dinner tonight."

Fortunately, it wasn't deleted this time, otherwise Shen Qingzhou would have really considered giving him a "sweet treat".

Lao Zhong replied quickly, sending an OK GIF with a golden Buddha photo as the background.

They refuse to admit they're old, but one meme has revealed their true colors. What young person would use such an "old-fashioned" meme?

Only those old-timers who are prosperous and content, and who find peace and tranquility in life, would use it.

Old Zhong immediately followed up with a voice message, "Where are you now? I'm coming to pick you up."

"The firm," Shen Qingzhou replied.

About forty minutes later, Shen Qingzhou heard Old Zhong's familiar footsteps coming from outside the door.

Jiang Xinyue had already left work and gone home, leaving only Shen Qingzhou in the office. With nothing to do, he was cutting out paper figures from yellow paper, just in case.

Although I'm already skilled, not all the paper figures I cut out are usable. It depends on my mood during the process of cutting each paper figure, which is a bit like a flash of inspiration when making props in a game. Only such paper figures have more spirituality.

During the time Lao Zhong was there, Shen Qingzhou had cut out hundreds of photos, but only a few dozen of them possessed spiritual power.

"Good evening, Xiao Shen." Old Zhong, carrying a bag, came in from outside with a grin.

He still had slicked-back hair, a suit, and crocodile-mouth shoes, looking very capable but also very greasy.

"I haven't seen you these past few days. Are you planning to run away with your debts?"

Shen Qingzhou reached out and gently tapped the table. Dozens of paper figures on the table seemed to come to life, standing up, taking steps, walking to the edge of the table, and bravely jumping down before finally landing in the open drawer below.

Shen Qingzhou didn't waste the remaining paper figures either. He directly changed the people into cranes, the cranes into swallows, and the swallows into flies and bees, saving every penny he could...

The dilapidated room, the dim lighting, the moving paper figures, and Shen Qingzhou's sinister face made Old Zhong subconsciously swallow hard. He forced a smile and said, "How could that be? I'm just trying to raise money."

"Is three million difficult for you?" Shen Qingzhou asked, somewhat surprised.

He had known Lao Zhong for quite some time and was aware of his financial resources, so he wasn't just asking for three million.

"It's tough. I have several women to support, and I have to give them living expenses every month. So I'm considering selling that villa. I don't live there much anyway, but the villa is in my daughter's name, and I'm discussing going back to China with her..."

When the topic of money came up, he overcame his slight fear and sat down to complain to Shen Qingzhou.

"There are several more? You really have forgotten the pain once the wound has healed." Shen Qingzhou was somewhat speechless.

"How could I just cut ties like that? They've been with me for so long, there's a bond between us. They're already so pitiful, how could I bear to abandon them? Besides, even if we were to break up, I would still have to give them a settlement allowance, especially the two who have children..." Old Zhong rambled on.

"You're such a womanizer."

Shen Qingzhou didn't know what to say. It's popular to tease old men now, and he's practically the perfect target. As long as you provide a little emotional value, you can keep getting tons of gold coins.

However, Shen Qingzhou didn't care about his thoughts. He wasn't his father, so he could do whatever he wanted.

That doesn't stop you from asking the other person to treat you to barbecue.

Although Jiang Xinyue is a great cook, it's the rich, oily, and meaty dishes that are most satisfying and addictive; one bite and you're filled with the warmth of everyday life.

So the two of them quickly went to Zhang Laowai Barbecue, which was nearby.