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Zong Yaoshi felt a sense of unease, which was actually a defensive instinct developed over many years of experience.
Originally, he had asked Zong Lingxu to talk to Xiao Hansheng about the land deal to help train his daughter's ability to handle matters. He didn't expect his daughter to bring along such a helper. This young man claimed to be nearly 19 years old, speaking with youthful vigor, yet he had the cunning of someone who had seen it all and was well-rounded in both martial and literary skills.
Who exactly was he? Inviting him to the family banquet—was that akin to inviting a wolf into the house?
Zong Yaoshi's internal changes were not visible on the surface, but he fell silent for a moment. However, being someone seasoned in social situations, Zong Yaoshi quickly adjusted and continued to entertain Zhang Yang.
The gathering was enjoyable for both hosts and guests. As they were leaving, Zong Yaoshi shook hands with Zhang Yang once more, expressing his gratitude.
As Zhang Yang's hand accidentally brushed against the pocket of his outer garment, he discovered a hard card inside. Upon pulling it out, he realized it was a bank card. He wondered when the Zong Family member had slipped it in.
A thought crossed Zhang Yang's mind; although the meal seemed pleasant, it was mostly just polite conversation, and he probably wouldn't have much interaction with the Zong Family in the future. So he directly returned the card to Zong Yaoshi, saying, "Uncle, please don’t mention it again. I don’t take it seriously, and you needn’t worry about it. I appreciate the gesture, but how about we consider this as not accepted?"
Zong Yaoshi was taken aback, and at that moment, Zhang Yang withdrew his hand.
"This..." Zong Yaoshi hesitated. "It's fine, Dad; this really doesn’t make sense," Zong Linghan interjected as she took the card with a grin and pocketed it. She then said to Zhang Yang, "Buddy, I won’t be polite with you anymore. I’m off to watch some American dramas online."
"Uncle, please take care," Zhang Yang smiled and turned to leave.
"Alright then, take care. Ling Xu, see him off," Zong Yaoshi nodded and then turned back inside.
As the driver went to get the car, Zhang Yang and Zong Lingxu quietly walked toward the villa's entrance.
"I knew you wouldn’t want it," Zong Lingxu suddenly remarked.
"I don't want money."
"Then what do you want?"
Zhang Yang took a deep breath.
"I want floating clouds that no longer obscure my vision; amidst laughter and conversation, I wish to see through Good and Evil. In this world, I seek clarity and fulfillment. I want to understand what kind of opportunity lies within the dense darkness that Blade points towards."
Zong Lingxu was astonished: could this be what they called limitless pretentiousness?
Zhang Yang looked at Zong Lingxu and smiled, saying, "Sorry, I pretended again." In his heart, he thought, "One day, there will be more than one person who will pursue this ideal with me."
One day.
"One day, I will put you to death!" Xiao Hansheng was in a bad mood today and said this fiercely before entering the house.
"Hansheng, what's wrong? You look unwell," Yang Shuman asked as she approached when she saw Xiao Hansheng return.
"Nothing!" Xiao Hansheng replied. He usually had enough patience for his wife, but while lowering his head to change his shoes, he muttered softly, "It's all because of your damn son!"
Yang Shuman only heard the words "damn son" and thought Xiao Hansheng was troubled by business matters. She hurriedly made a cup of goji berry and ginseng tea.
Xiao Hansheng sat down and took a sip of tea. He cursed the damn son again in his heart but suddenly remembered someone.
That year, he went to Jianghu Province to negotiate a business deal. Passing by a small county town near a small mountain, he saw a Taoist-style building on the mountain and felt inspired to go up and light a stick of incense. When he reached the entrance of the building, an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face dressed in a robe happened to come out.
"Greetings, Daoist. Is there anyone else inside?" Xiao Hansheng asked.
"Only me. I have to go out today; come back in three months. Remember to bring more money," the old Daoist said before preparing to leave.
Xiao Hansheng cursed inwardly, thinking that although the old Daoist looked respectable, his words were quite absurd.
Just then, the old Daoist turned back and looked at Xiao Hansheng: "Are you cursing me? Don't say it; you will never have a son in this lifetime."
Xiao Hansheng was taken aback by this statement. While in prison, he had injured a crucial part of himself. He had no son before going in and would never have one after coming out. This was the key reason he stayed away from women. His relationship with Yang Shuman was merely emotional solace; they treated each other with respect.
Yang Shuman was his first love, so his feelings for her had always been intense. However, Yang Shuman felt guilty for marrying Zhang Zhijie after Xiao Hansheng went to prison; remarrying was more about making amends.
At that time, Xiao Hansheng was astonished by the old Daoist and immediately took out all the money from his wallet and respectfully handed it over.
The old Daoist accepted the money without hesitation, carefully examined Xiao Hansheng, and said solemnly, "You are currently smooth sailing with no issues. However, you may encounter a calamity in a few years. Just come find me then; don't worry, I won't die. Remember my QQ number."
To be honest, at that time Xiao Hansheng didn't even have a QQ number. He quickly took out his phone and dialed to note down the old Daoist's QQ number. Damn it, it was still six digits long—truly an unusual figure. Afterward, they parted ways.
When leaving, Xiao Hansheng inquired about the mountain's name; it was called Earthly Branch Mountain, and this small Taoist temple was named Zichen Temple. The old Daoist's name was Toothless.
Now, when mentioning the Turtle Son, Xiao Hansheng suddenly thought of the Toothless Old Daoist. To deal with Zhang Yang, isn't he the best candidate?
Fortunately, after recording the QQ number of the Toothless Daoist on his phone years ago, he had also saved it in his notes. He hurriedly got up and went to his study. Upon seeing the six-digit QQ number, he let out a sigh of relief, took out his phone, opened QQ, and added him as a friend.
The Toothless Old Daoist had set up a verification request, so Xiao Hansheng could only write: "Years ago, the Daoist pointed me in a direction; now I find myself in difficulty."
To his surprise, the Toothless Old Daoist was online. In less than a minute, the verification was approved, and he quickly replied: "This matter concerns life and death; report your opponent's birth date."
Xiao Hansheng had never asked or mentioned Zhang Yang in front of Yang Shuman. However, during his investigation into Zhang Yang, he had indeed obtained detailed information. One of Xiao Hansheng's strengths was his penchant for recording data; otherwise, how would he have notes? He opened a notebook and found Zhang Yang's birth date.
After sending it to the Toothless Old Daoist, there was no response for a while.
Xiao Hansheng could only send another question mark emoji. The Toothless Old Daoist then replied: "If it were last year, dealing with this person would be like crushing an ant. But now, I don't know what great fortune he has encountered; he has defied fate and is now immensely powerful. It may be difficult to handle him..."
The Toothless Old Daoist was able to make such precise statements just based on the birth date. Xiao Hansheng was astonished and immediately sent another message: "Could it be that even with your abilities, there is no good plan? I am willing to pay handsomely; I hope you can lend a hand!"
After a long time, the Toothless Old Daoist finally replied: "Allow me to calculate tonight and we will connect again."
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