Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

"In that case, give me 100,000. I think I can be worth ten of them."

Shen Qingzhou didn't ask for an exorbitant price; he was simply excited to encounter such a ghost.

"One hundred thousand?" Pei Changming looked surprised.

"What, is it too much?" Shen Qingzhou asked.

"No, it's not much, thank you, Master." Pei Changming repeatedly expressed his gratitude, as the price really wasn't much.

Shen Qingzhou took out a business card and handed it to the other party.

"Come find me here tomorrow afternoon," Shen Qingzhou said.

He remembered that Jiang Yuangui was supposed to come over the next morning, so he changed the date to the afternoon.

"Okay, okay, thank you, Master..." Pei Changming quickly reached out and took it.

"Give me one too. We've known each other for so long, and you've never given me a business card," said Old Chen.

Shen Qingzhou handed him one as well.

"Qingzhou Information Consulting Firm?" Old Chen was very surprised.

"Yes, the scope of services is very broad. You can contact me directly if you need any work in the future: finding lost cats and dogs, catching adulterers and murderers, finding people and things, investigation and evidence collection, rights protection and evidence collection, debt tracking, exorcising ghosts and warding off evil spirits..."

All three of them had the faces of old people on the subway.

Pei Changming and his son didn't know what to say, but Old Man Chen couldn't help but complain, "The scope of your business is really wide."

"There's no other way, I just have to make a living," Shen Qingzhou said.

At this moment, Old Chen turned the business card over and saw the receiving account on the back. Then he remembered that several transactions with Shen Qingzhou seemed to have been made through this account, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Why is it an orphanage account? Did you open this account?"

"Yes, once things are completely resolved, you can transfer the money to this account," Shen Qingzhou said, turning to Pei Changming and his son.

The father and son then saw the handwriting on the back of the business card, and the slight unreliable thought that had just arisen in their minds about Shen Qingzhou vanished.

His image instantly became more imposing again, and upon hearing this, he nodded repeatedly, his expression becoming somewhat excited, feeling that this perfectly matched the image of a great person in their minds.

"Are you serious?" Old Chen asked in surprise.

Shen Qingzhou didn't answer him and walked towards the door first.

Lin Yunong took the lead and followed. She had been listening to the conversation from the side, and suddenly remembered that when her father was burning incense for her, he said that he had found her a good family and that he would accumulate merit for her. She hadn't understood or paid attention to it before, but now she finally understood what it meant.

"Did you donate all the money my dad gave you to the welfare home?" she asked as she caught up with him.

Shen Qingzhou didn't answer either, but just glanced at her sideways, and then felt a soft, cool little hand being stuffed into her palm.

Looking down, he saw that it was none other than Xiao Qiu, the little one looking up at him with a big smile.

Shen Qingzhou didn't let go of her hand; instead, he smiled at her, pulled her along, and led her straight out of the Pei family's gate.

"Hey... uh, Xiao Shen, wait for me." Old Man Chen hurriedly chased after him.

He instinctively wanted to call him a bastard, but the words stuck in his throat and he swallowed them back.

Even after getting into the car, he became cautious, no longer making those inappropriate jokes with Shen Qingzhou, and even drove him directly to the office building.

"Would you like to come up and sit for a while?" Shen Qingzhou invited.

"No, no... I'll come again next time."

Old Chen shook his head and refused. He felt he needed to go back and calm down. They were all in the same boat, how could you be so serious? You deserve to die.

"If you get any business in the future, remember to introduce me to it." Shen Qingzhou took the opportunity to expand the firm's business.

"Definitely...definitely..."

Old Chen agreed readily, then drove off without looking back.

"What's wrong with him?"

Even Xiao Qiu noticed that something was wrong.

"I don't know either. Maybe he needed to poop and was in a hurry to find a toilet," Shen Qingzhou said.

Xiao Qiu giggled.

Lin Yunong, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. Only Xiao Qiu would believe his story.

"Let's go, let's go back."

Shen Qingzhou then pulled Xiao Qiu toward the stairwell, while Lin Yunong followed behind without her hands behind her back this time.

She took a few quick steps and took Shen Qingzhou's arm.

Will Xiao Hei come back tonight?

"Will it miss me?"

"What if it doesn't know the way?"

"I would be very sad if I got lost."

……

Before she even got home, the little one started missing her dog.

"You're back."

Seeing Shen Qingzhou return, Jiang Xinyue untied her apron; knowing that the other party could not see her, Lin Yunong still quietly let go of Shen Qingzhou's arm.

"Xiao Qiu, what's wrong?" Jiang Xinyue noticed that her daughter looked a little unhappy.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little unhappy about being separated from Wu Ying," Shen Qingzhou said.

Jiang Xinyue also couldn't see Wu Ying, so she naturally didn't know that Wu Ying hadn't followed her back.

"Where did it go?" she asked casually.

"There's something for him to do tonight," Shen Qingzhou said.

Then he sat back down in his seat and took out a carving knife from the drawer.

"You should also go home early from get off work."

Shen Qingzhou placed the Yin Lei wood on the table and then used a carving knife to outline lines on it.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinyue did not refuse, but said, "I served some of the lunch separately, you can just heat it up later."

Shen Qingzhou, who was drawing lines on the Yin Lei wood, looked up in surprise upon hearing this, and met Jiang Xinyue's bright gaze.

To be honest, from childhood to adulthood, only Grandma Song had ever cared for him so meticulously; Jiang Xinyue was the second.

"A few days ago, when I came to work in the morning, I saw that the trash cans were full of instant noodle containers, so I made more for lunch," Jiang Xinyue said.

Shen Qingzhou smiled upon hearing this and nodded, saying, "I understand. You take Xiao Qiu back now, and drive carefully on the way."

"Okay." Jiang Xinyue also showed a particularly cheerful smile.

Lin Yunong glanced at Jiang Xinyue, then at Shen Qingzhou, and gave a slightly dissatisfied snort.

"Yes, take this back."

Shen Qingzhou opened the drawer and took out the Soul-Nourishing Coffin.

The materials used in this item are even rarer than the Yin Thunder Wood he has, which is why Shen Qingzhou has been reluctant to give it back to Jiang Xinyue. Now, he seems to be acting stingy.

"it is good."

Jiang Xinyue reached out and took it. The Soul-Nourishing Coffin was only the size of a palm, making it easy to carry in a bag.

Seeing Jiang Xinyue leave with Xiao Qiu, Lin Yunong said with a hint of jealousy, "When did Xiao Qiu start calling you 'Dad'?"

Shen Qingzhou didn't answer the question, but instead waved the piece of wood in his hand and said, "Do you know how much I spent on this?"

Lin Yunong shook her head in confusion: "You still haven't answered me, and what does this have to do with me? I don't care how much you paid for it."

"Eighteen thousand, because this is for you," Shen Qingzhou said.

"What? This piece of broken wood costs 18,000?" Lin Yunong stared wide-eyed in surprise.

Shen Qingzhou didn't answer again, but instead lowered his head and focused on carving.

"What's the use of this?" Lin Yunong asked curiously.

"You don't need to know too much, just think about how you should repay me tonight." Shen Qingzhou looked up and smiled at her.

He asked Jiang Xinyue to take Xiaoqiu back, but it wasn't just a simple matter of letting her go back.

She's in big trouble tonight.