The news of Zhou's funeral quickly spread in Ningzhou.
Su Haoran's magical operation has become the talk of Ningzhou's upper class after dinner.
As soon as the press conference was held on Saturday, Zhou's stock price soared.
"Haoran, when we lived in this rental house, I really never thought that I would become a rich man worth billions."
Liu Yutong walked on the stairs, her little hands gently caressing the handrail, with a gentle smile on her face and her heart full of feelings.
The two returned to their former rental house again, and today they came to check out the rent. Liu Yutong suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave this small house where he had lived for nearly a year.
Su Haoran put his arm around Liu Yutong's shoulders and said: "Looking ahead, we are currently living in the River View Villa in Jiangshu Nianhua. Maybe we will go to the provincial capital, Suzhou and Hangzhou, or Kyoto in the future!"
"Yeah!" Liu Yutong was in a very good mood when she heard her husband look forward to the future so ambitiously.
However, just as the two walked out of the building, they happened to see a little boy driving Liu Yutong's BMW Z4.
"Kid, you are too naughty." Liu Yutong quickly stepped forward to stop him.
"Hey, it's not a good car. The worst I can do is pay you."
Unexpectedly, this little guy not only refused to apologize, but also said very arrogantly: "Please make a price, and I will ask my mother to give you the money later."
Faced with such a naughty child, the gentle Liu Yutong became angry, but she didn't know how to teach this little guy a lesson.
"Kid, is your family very rich?" Su Haoran walked to the side of the car, looked at the place where the child scratched the paint, and asked calmly.
"Of course, my family has more than a dozen houses. My mother said that from now on I don't have to do anything. I can live a comfortable life just by collecting rent." The little boy said proudly.
No wonder they say it is the fault of a child not to teach his father. The quality of a child is directly related to his parents.
Su Haoran asked again: "Then you said my car is a junk car, what kind of car does yours drive?"
The little boy pointed not far away, "That's right, my car is a Bentley Mulsanne. It costs more than five million. Are you envious?"
"Wow!"
At this moment, Su Haoran exclaimed in surprise, startling both the little boy and Liu Yutong.
Immediately afterwards, Su Haoran pulled the little boy to his side, pointed to the lines where he scratched the car paint, and said, "No wonder your parents don't talk about you when you row a car. It turns out you have such a high talent for painting!"
ah?!
The little boy didn't understand what Su Haoran meant, but he seemed to know that Su Haoran was praising him.
Su Haoran continued: "Look, these lines seem simple, but they are very artistic. When these lines are combined, it looks like the great river going eastward. Little guy, if you can use your
With such good painting skills, if you paint on your car, your mother might reward you with lots of candies and toys?"
"Really?" the little boy asked with a confused look.
"Of course it is."
Su Haoran took out a small knife from somewhere and handed it to the little boy, "This toy knife is for you as a reward for drawing my car. Think about it, if you draw a few lines on my car, I will give it to you."
You reward, if you fill up your car, will your mother be very happy? Will it be easy to reward you? "
"I understand, thank you uncle!"
The little boy was extremely happy, took the knife and ran towards his Bentley Mulsanne.
Poof!
Liu Yutong, who had been so angry just now, almost burst out laughing.
Then, not far away, there was the sound of a sharp object scratching the car paint and directly rubbing against the iron sheet, which made people feel uncomfortable in their eardrums.
"Let's go. That little boy is right. It's not expensive to repair your BMW Z4. Be generous and let's not ask for compensation." Su Haoran pulled away.
He opened the car door and got into the passenger seat.
"Husband is right." Liu Yutong got into the car, but was in no hurry to leave.
The two waited for about ten minutes until they saw a hurried woman rushing towards the Bentley. Then Liu Yutong stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the community.
As the car approached the exit of the community, the cries of the naughty child being beaten still echoed behind the two.
"Husband, you are so bad."
"My husband is not bad, but my wife doesn't love her! Let's go, I won't go to the piano store today, I'll go to Jixiang Pavilion for a good meal."
While talking, Su Haoran called Lin Nan and made a reservation.
When they arrived at Jixiang Pavilion, Su Haoran, who had just gotten out of the car, saw an acquaintance running toward him in a panic.
Su Haoran smiled and waved, "Zhao Chongzhong, I haven't seen you for a long time, what are you running for?"
"Haoran, someone is chasing me and I'm scared to death." Zhao Chongzhong's face turned frighteningly pale and he held Su Haoran's hand and said.
"Don't be afraid, nothing can't be solved." Su Haoran comforted Zhao Zhongzhong, but it felt a little strange. Zhao Zhongzhong's hands were very cold, like frozen meat in the refrigerator.
Immediately afterwards, a young man wearing a black leather jacket quickly caught up to Su Haoran.
This young man is even stranger. His face is paler than Zhao Zhong's, and it's a sickly white color.
The most important thing is that the young man's dark eyes are so cloudy that the pupils cannot be seen.
"Haoran, that's him, he wants to take me away." Zhao Zhongzhong was so frightened that he hid behind Su Haoran, his body shaking violently.
"Brother, how did my old classmate offend you?"
Su Haoran stood in front of Zhao Zhongzhong, looked directly at the black leather jacket, and said in a consultative tone: "If there is any misunderstanding, to put it bluntly, if he owes you money, or has done something sorry to you, I am willing to report it to you on his behalf."
You make amends."
Regardless of the occasion, Su Haoran's words were low-key and decent enough.
However, what surprised Su Haoran was that the black leather jacket said with a cold face: "Go away, a mortal like you is not qualified to care about my affairs."
mortal?
Su Haoran frowned slightly. The majestic Xianwu Emperor in his previous life was actually treated as a mortal by others.
"Brother, when I give you face, you'd better continue. If I give you face, don't blame me for being rude." Su Haoran took a step forward, crushing towards the opponent with an aura that transcended the extreme realm.
However, Leather Jacket was not afraid of Su Haoran's overwhelming momentum. He even rushed towards Su Haoran angrily and punched him in the chest.
"Looking for a fight!" Su Haoran narrowed his eyes slightly and also punched.
Bang!
The fists of the two collided together, and Su Haoran felt as if his punch had hit an iceberg. The biting chill made his body, which had transcended the extreme state, feel a shiver in his heart.
What's even more terrifying is the power of the leather jacket. His punch has no energy fluctuation at all, but it is as powerful as Su Haoran's.
After the punch, the two of them took half a step back at the same time.
"Mortal, you've angered me." There were faint streaks of lightning flashing through Leather Jacket's cloudy eyes.
"Mortal, what if I irritate you?"
Su Haoran was sarcastic, and there was a golden light in his eyes. However, after opening his clairvoyance, Su Haoran was even more surprised.
This young man in a leather jacket had no secrets to open in his body, no meridians and acupuncture points, and even his lungs did not rise and fall with breathing.
Immediately, the two rushed towards each other again.
Bang!
Another fist collision.
Something even weirder happened this time. Su Haoran clearly felt a terrifying force, and the chilling chill made his whole body stiff. However, the young man in the leather jacket passed through his body as if he was not an entity, and pounced on him.
arrived behind him.
"Damn it! Zhao Chongzhong, who did you offend?"
Su Haoran suddenly turned around, but where was Zhao Zhong at this time?
The young man in the leather jacket suddenly looked back at Su Haoran and said coldly: "I remember you. If the prisoner is released, I will definitely come to find you."
Um?
Su Haoran felt something was wrong, so he suddenly moved half a step sideways, blocking Liu Yutong behind him.
At a certain moment, Su Haoran felt that the leather jacket was not looking at him, but at Liu Yutong.
Next, Su Haoran's whole body was filled with chills, and the young man in the leather jacket disappeared out of thin air.
Under Su Haoran's clairvoyance, the young man in the leather jacket disappeared without a trace like air.
"Husband, what's wrong with you?"
Liu Yutong gently held Su Haoran's big hand and said very worriedly: "Who are you talking to? Are you fighting with others?"
"Yutong, can't you see?" Su Haoran looked at Liu Yutong and asked this question with a hint of anger.
However, Liu Yutong shook his head repeatedly and said: "Where is there? You have been talking to yourself, are you too tired recently and are hallucinating?"
Fortunately, it's not time to eat yet, so there's no one else in the Jixiangge parking lot.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Su Haoran's forehead at this time. He had incomplete memory of his past life, but he was inexplicably disgusted and even extremely resistant to such weird things.
Su Haoran tried his best to calm down and asked in a tentative tone: "Have you seen my high school classmate Zhao Chongzong? Didn't you see him just now?"
"Haoran, I really didn't see it. Have you hit a ghost?" Liu Yutong was also scared at this time. A pair of warm little hands tightly held the corners of Su Haoran's clothes.
"Little brother, you are in big trouble."
At this moment, a thin old man ran up to Su Haoran with a nervous look on his face.
This old man has a face as thin as a sheep and a pair of bright triangular eyes, giving people the impression that he is always ready to steal money. He also staggers when walking. He is obviously an old guy in his sixties or seventies, but he looks like a little hooligan.
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In the cold winter wind, he was wearing an old-style military coat from the 1980s, with a black gown underneath, and three large characters embroidered with white thread on his chest, 'Prophecy Emperor!'
That's right, this guy is always counting his own fortune and looking for money from dead or seriously injured people.
Outside of Ting Yu Qin Shop, he also told Liu Yutong's fortune, but the fortune teller ended up causing him to vomit blood.
"Master, it's you!"
Liu Yutong recognized the old man and asked quickly: "Tell me, why did my husband get into big trouble?"
The Prophecy Emperor stared at Su Haoran and said extremely seriously: "Did you just see the reincarnation administrator? It's the kind of thing that has no breathing, no pupils in its eyes, that is, no emotion and no life."
"Can you see it too?" Su Haoran originally looked a little disgusted with this prophecy emperor, but now there was a hint of respect in his eyes.
The prophecy emperor said in great horror: "Little brother, wish yourself good luck! The administrators of reincarnation are extremely strange and ominous creatures. It is said that only one kind of person can see them."
"Master, if you finish speaking at once, who can see them?" Liu Yutong asked eagerly.
The prophecy took a deep look at Su Haoran and said: "A person who has participated in creation and has a life span of less than one year!"
"What?!"
Su Haoran and Liu Yutong exclaimed at the same time.
Liu Yutong was shocked that Su Haoran's life span was less than a year, and Su Haoran was shocked that who this old man was could actually see the things he was most taboo about.
"Master, is there any way to solve it?" Liu Yutong continued to ask.
"This...if you want to crack it, you have to look at this little brother's fate..." As he spoke, the Prophecy Emperor made a gesture of rubbing his fingers towards Liu Yutong.