Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

After finishing their business and having breakfast, Shen Qingzhou had no intention of staying any longer and took his leave.

"Don't you want to look around? Since this is your first time here, you can walk around and take a look," Yang Xiaoyong said politely.

"Any good places to go?" Shen Qingzhou asked.

"Uh... we can go take a look at the vineyard and pick some grapes while we're at it," Yang Xiaoyong said somewhat awkwardly.

There's really nothing remarkable about Huaqiao Town.

Shen Qingzhou waved his hand and walked directly towards the car parked by the roadside.

He didn't mention seeing Lin Chongli's "daughter" at the station, and didn't even ask him the "daughter's" name.

Because none of that matters; as long as the 100,000 yuan is transferred to the account, everything will be fine.

Even if they had other motives, Shen Qingzhou accepted them all, just to add some color to these boring days.

"Oh, right?" Shen Qingzhou suddenly remembered something.

He looked back at Yang Xiaoyong, and the man who had been riding on his shoulders was gone.

But his condition was worse than before, his luck had almost hit rock bottom, and he was showing signs of a short life.

Could I die before this job is even finished?

Thinking of this, Shen Qingzhou turned around and walked back.

"What's wrong? Is there any other problem?" Yang Xiaoyong asked, somewhat surprised.

Lin Chongli looked at Shen Qingzhou with some surprise, thinking that he had something else to say.

"Uncle Lin, leave me your contact information. Once everything is ready, just give me a call," Shen Qingzhou said.

"Okay, sure." Lin Chongli quickly took out his phone upon hearing this.

"Actually, it doesn't need to be so complicated. I'll let you know," Yang Xiaoyong said.

He was a little worried that the two might contact each other privately, so he simply cut him out.

Seeing that the two had already taken out their phones and added each other as friends, he couldn't say anything more and could only keep a close eye on them.

When Shen Qingzhou returned to the orphanage, it was not yet ten o'clock.

Daidai was still sitting under the sycamore tree eating sweet potatoes, which was her breakfast.

She gets up late and eats breakfast slowly, which is why it's taken her so long.

"You're back so early? Have you finished your business?" Aunt Cui asked, somewhat surprised.

"I finished my business, so I rushed back to grab some lunch," Shen Qingzhou said.

"What are you saying? You're the dean, what kind of freeloader are you?" Aunt Cui said with a smile.

"Grandma Song is the dean," Shen Qingzhou corrected.

That's indeed the case; the welfare home is still registered under Grandma Song's name.

"Is there a difference? Besides, the welfare home is now entirely supported by you. Without you, the welfare home would have closed down long ago," Aunt Cui said with some emotion.

She is considered an elderly person at the welfare home and has worked there for many years, initially doing so entirely on a voluntary basis.

Later, Grandma Song paid them a small salary because she herself was not well-off.

It wasn't until Shen Qingzhou took over that things became more organized.

"Let's not talk about that. Let's have lunch early today. After lunch, I'll go see Grandma Song," Shen Qingzhou changed the subject.

As Aunt Cui spoke, she turned to head towards the kitchen, but she didn't notice a little boy standing behind her. He startled her and almost tripped her.

Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Daidai, standing there dumbfounded, holding a sweet potato that looked like it had been chewed by a dog.

It wasn't until Aunt Cui patted her chest, looking like she was still in shock, that she suddenly widened her eyes, let out a cry, and looked terrified.

However, due to the long delay, it feels very fake, like it's being put on, which is quite funny.

"You little rascal, you scared your grandma to death."

Aunt Cui reached out and gently pinched her little face before turning and going to the kitchen.

The fear on Daidai's face slowly faded, making him look like an inflated balloon slowly deflating, which was quite comical.

"Eat it, you give it to me, huh~"

She handed the sweet potato in her hand to Shen Qingzhou.

"Can't finish it all?"

Shen Qingzhou reached out and took it, not minding at all, and started to eat it.

"And it's for you to eat, not for you to give to me to eat," Shen Qingzhou corrected.

I don't know what's wrong with this little guy, he often says things backwards.

Just then, she took out a braised egg from her little bib pocket and ate it with relish.

Shen Qingzhou: ……

"So you gave it to me because you didn't want to eat it yourself?"

After a long silence, the expressionless little blockhead suddenly grinned and chuckled.

"You make me look silly." Shen Qingzhou was both amused and exasperated.

After having lunch with the children at the welfare home, Shen Qingzhou took Daidai to the Nanshan Nursing Home.

The reason for bringing Daidai along is that she is the youngest child in the orphanage and the child that Grandma Song misses the most. So, we brought her along so that she could see her.

Nanshan Nursing Home is the best-equipped nursing home in Huinan City, with a prime river view and adjacent to a vast wetland. The facility is equipped with a medical room, a traditional Chinese medicine moxibustion room, a multi-functional hall, a calligraphy and painting room, and other facilities.

The cost is naturally not low.

For elderly people who are able to take care of themselves, the monthly cost is about 8,000 yuan.

The cost doubles for those requiring nursing care.

Top-tier apartments with premium nursing care and personalized services cost at least 30,000 yuan per month.

Although Grandma Song is not paralyzed, she is basically unable to walk and needs to use a wheelchair year-round. She cannot be separated from a dedicated caregiver, so Shen Qingzhou has to pay more than 10,000 yuan for her every month.

Shen Qingzhou brought Daidai to Nanshan Nursing Home and entered the premises as if she knew the way well.

As soon as I walked into the garden courtyard, I saw Grandma Song sitting in a wheelchair, chatting with several other elderly people.

At the stone table next to them, some people were playing chess and others were playing cards, but it was not noisy and seemed extremely peaceful and leisurely.

Before Shen Qingzhou even got close, Daidai, who was being held in his arms, realized what was happening.

She first raised her little hand and slowly pointed in that direction, and after more than ten seconds, she said "Oh".

"I know, I saw it," Shen Qingzhou said, somewhat amused.

Grandma Song was a thin, frail old woman with a full head of silver hair and a face covered in fine wrinkles. Her eyes always held a gentle smile, giving her a kind and benevolent appearance.

Hearing her cheerful laughter and full of energy, Shen Qingzhou felt much more at ease, so he picked up Daidai and walked over.

"Grandma~"

After a long pause, Daidai finally shouted out.

As soon as she uttered that sweet, childlike voice, all the elderly people turned around. When they saw that it wasn't their grandson, some sighed and looked away, some remained calm and pretended to be nonchalant, and some smiled with kind eyes...

"Oh? Xiaozhou, Daidai, you're here?" Grandma Song said with a happy expression.

"You old lady, you have very good eyesight."

Shen Qingzhou carried Daidai over.

Grandma Song immediately opened her arms, wanting to give her a hug.

"Save your breath, this little pig is very heavy, don't hurt your back."

As Shen Qingzhou spoke, he put Daidai down and let her lie on Grandma Song's lap.

The little girl was like a puppet, letting Shen Qingzhou manipulate her until Grandma Song's hand touched her face, at which point she seemed to finally react.

He pointed at Shen Qingzhou: "Pig."

"Haha, yes, he's the big pig, and you're the little pig..." Grandma Song said with a doting expression.

Shen Qingzhou didn't notice, because at that moment an old man saw someone and immediately floated to his side.

"Xiao Shen, so, have you thought it over? I'll give you five million if you help me get rid of my daughter and son-in-law."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingzhou glanced sideways at the old ghost.

Damn it, is this old ghost senile? The person is dead, and he's still talking about five million? What kind of nonsense is this? Five million in paper money?

Seeing that Shen Qingzhou still didn't believe him, Old Gui became a little anxious, "I can pay you first..."

Oh my, Shen Qingzhou is now all excited.

P.S.: Actually, I had come up with another name before, "Sneaky and Secretive," which I thought was very meaningful, but I felt it was useless if it wasn't appealing.