Zhang Yuanqing replied to the message with anticipation. Ten seconds later, his phone dinged and the file was sent.
He couldn't wait to open the file, and the first thing he saw was a one-inch photo. The woman in the photo was about forty years old. She was beautiful and elegant, neither charming nor weak, and had a simple and strong temperament.
However, she is not Chen Shu.
Zhang Yuanqing's first reaction was that Asano Ryo had found the wrong person. The Chen Shu in the information was not his mother, but a person with the same name.
"No, the facial features are different, but the temperament is so similar. Chen Shu is such a stinker. She thinks she is a strong woman, a little princess, who acts vigorously and resolutely, and is strong and domineering."
It must be disguised.
But is it necessary for an ordinary person to disguise himself? Even if she interacts with him, she is just a marginal figure.
Zhang Yuanqing continued to look down and understood immediately.
Information shows that Chen Shu is the professional manager of Jishi Society, a civil society organization. She is the apparent helmsman and is responsible for almost all Jishi Society’s external publicity and business.
Tianpu believes that Chen Shu is just a puppet on the surface, because she is not, but Tianpu has not yet found out the power behind it, the strong one.
Let’s talk about the Jishi Society. The organization currently has two confirmed masters, fourteen saints, some of them extraordinary, and their strength exposed to the sun is already an A-level force.
——The Free Federation divides civil organizations into four categories.
The order is ABCD. Class D is those who have two or more extraordinary forces, mostly gangsters. Class C is those who have two or more saints, and most are companies with good profits.
Level B is a force with one level 6 saint and multiple level 4 and 5 saints. It is mostly found in small capitals and consortiums.
Level A is a force with one or more Overlords.
Zhang Yuanqing looked at the information over and over again, and one thought echoed in his mind: Is this my mother? Is this really my mother? Sure enough, she still has the same name.
My mother can’t be that awesome!!
In the restaurant, there was a lot of noise, people were flowing in and out, and guests were coming in and out. Zhang Yuanqing sat in the corner, dazed for a long time.
This was different from what he thought. In his concept, his mother was a wanderer who took a clone that could resurrect his dead father and went to the ocean to avoid his enemies.
With her intelligence and business acumen, as well as the common sense she learned from her deceased husband, she successfully exposed herself to the world in the more liberal District 1, and her business was doing pretty well.
Basically, he is just an ordinary person.
But according to the information, Chen Shu is not a marginal figure, she is simply a big shot, the boss of the bandit den.
Fortunately, Zhang Yuanqing is an experienced person who doesn't panic when things happen. He posts to Moments first and then talks about it. He quickly calmed down and started thinking.
"Chen Shu must be an ordinary person. There is no doubt about this. If she were, the palace master would not hide it from me. Tianpu is not a fool. The accuracy of the qualitative data of Tianpu is still very high."
"Mom, it's impossible for an ordinary person to form a large organization. There must be someone behind it. If he can support an A-level organization, it must be the official or evil camp. What connections does Chen Shu have abroad?"
".I know, it turns out to be you, Mr. President."
This is a conclusion that can be easily deduced. Mr. President meets almost all the conditions. He is the strong man behind Chen Shu, and Chen Shu is just his spokesperson.
In addition, Zhang Yuanqing also remembered something. Fu Xue once told him that Jishishe, a non-governmental organization of the Free Federation, was ready to sponsor him, but Zhang Yuanqing decisively refused.
So it was the old lady who wanted to give him pocket money?
Fu Xue and the old lady actually knew each other, the world is so small. Zhang Yuanqing exited the chat software, then clicked on the bounty hunter app, looking for tasks about Jishi Society in the silver and bronze bounty lists.
Unfortunately, this organization is a bit low-key. After searching for a long time, I didn’t see any relevant tasks. However, I unexpectedly saw a reward related to myself:
#investigating the murderer of the Rooster Bar Murderer#
Is this a mission issued by Heavenly Punishment, or is it a biological alchemy meeting? Unfortunately, I can't accept the silver-level mission, otherwise I can play a wave of self-sword wolf. Zhang Yuanqing put away his mobile phone, stood up and walked to the cashier: "Pay the bill."
In the afternoon, he took on two tasks, one was to collect debts, and the other was to clean up gangs on a street in Queens.
After Zhang Yuanqing killed a gang member, his moral value was deducted by 200 points from the spiritual realm.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the taxi he took was unable to move on the road during rush hour.
It’s too congested. It’s even more congested than Songhai. I’d have known better not to take a taxi. It took half an hour to drive five kilometers. The bladder quality of office workers in New York County is very good. Zhang Yuanqing said, Fortunately, my bladder is also good.
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At six o'clock in the afternoon, the taxi finally arrived in Chinatown and entered the main road.
On the way, Zhang Yuanqing saw several police cars and an ambulance parked on the roadside, as well as a large number of Chinese people stopping to watch, with black and white chocolate mixed in among them.
Was there a fight? Zhang Yuanqing lowered the window and looked outside.
Due to road congestion, the taxi was traveling slowly. He happened to see two police officers carrying a stretcher out of the building. The stretcher was covered with a white cloth, revealing a blue-black arm.
Huh? This is a sign of corpse transformation. Zhang Yuanqing immediately frowned. As a night wandering god, zombies and innocent souls are within his domain.
The corpse on the stretcher was filled with resentment, and the Yin Qi was stagnated in its flesh and blood. If the resentment was not eradicated and the Yin Qi was not eradicated, it would turn into an inferi within three days.
Is anyone in Chinatown refining the Inferior Corpse? The ambulance and police cars gradually fell behind. Zhang Yuanqing withdrew his gaze and did not continue to pay attention.
"Didi~"
Zhang Yuanqing typed in the password and returned home to see Anne wearing yoga clothes, sitting on a cushion in the living room, performing a horse to exercise her body flexibility.
The profession of love occasionally requires fighting, and it is necessary to keep the body active through exercise.
"Master, have you eaten?" Anne raised her chest and raised her head, stretching her body deliberately, with words written all over her face: Look at me, look at me quickly.
Annie has recently been working hard to create an ambiguous atmosphere so that Mr. Yuanshi can fall in love with her, but today's Yuanshi Tianzun is different from what he used to be. He can manipulate emotions at will and soothe desires with ease.
Her charm ability was suppressed, and there was nothing she could do.
Sure enough, Zhang Yuanqing was immune to her temptation and said with a domineering attitude:
"Annie, pick a charity tomorrow and donate one million federal dollars to me. Today you killed a group of gangsters and you will lose two hundred moral points."
After that, enter the bedroom, lock the door, and close the window.
Zhang Yuanqing put his cell phone up on the desk, pulled out his chair, sat down, and dialed Guan Ya's video call.
The video rang for more than ten seconds, and Guan Ya slowly answered the call. She soaked in the bathtub, revealing her milky and silky shoulders, and stared at the camera with her beautiful eyes.
"Your face is not pretty. I want to see Yuanshi Tianzun." She frowned.
Zhang Yuanqing changed back to his own face and said with a smile: "Miss me?"
Guan Ya smiled and said: "I can't miss you. When I think of you, it's all a mosaic of images!"
She changed into a comfortable position, lying on the edge of the bathtub, and hummed: "Bad boy, there are so many geniuses making videos, is it because the love career in New York County makes you linger?"
Zhang Yuanqing talked to her about his experiences in the past few days, the mission of the bounty hunter, and the landlady's family. After chatting for half an hour, Guan Ya was ready to take a shower before hanging up.
While his real girlfriend was taking a shower, Zhang Yuanqing made another video call to Magic Auntie.
In the video, Xiao Yuan, who has a pale face and bright features, appears in Zhang Yuanqing's sight.
She is mature and cool, and her style remains the same, but there is a touch of sadness between her eyebrows, like lilacs after the rain.
The destruction of the hotel team was like a wound that was difficult to heal, leaving it in her heart. At this time, we should be grateful for time, because it can heal all pain.
"I miss you, but I dare not miss you." Zhang Yuanqing's tone and eyes were gentle.
Madoka's voice was light and calm, "Why?"
"Because when I think about you, it's all a mosaic of images." Zhang Yuanqing said.
That cool and plain white face suddenly gained a touch of tenderness, like the melting spring snow.
"How is your stay abroad?" Xiao Yuan is not Guan Ya after all, so there is no way she can race with him.
Zhang Yuanqing repeated the same routine as before.
Xiao Yuan listened patiently, and when he finished, she also told her lover about her recent situation. She and Kou Beiyue now settled in Songhai and became Fu Qingyang's informant.
They are now the Avengers in the shadows, following the trail of the Southern Faction and the Night Rose.
"Bei Yue has become a lot calmer and quieter. I am very happy to see him grow, even if it is in this way." Xiao Yuan sighed softly.
After chatting for more than ten minutes, the video call ended with Zhang Yuanqing's meaningful and affectionate confession.
Finally, he made a video call to the palace owner to stop the killing.
Unlike Guan Ya and Xiao Yuan, the reception was instantaneous. Zhang Yuanqing saw a red dress appear on the screen, with the palace owner holding her chin and staring at the camera with her eyes bent.
"Ah, I was just about to call you. Do we have a connection?"
Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the crescent moon under the mask and hummed:
"Palace Master, we don't talk secretly between plain and simple people."
"I know you want to sleep with me."
"?" Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and said angrily: "Stop making fun of me, I have serious business."
After saying that, without giving the palace master a chance to continue teasing, he asked:
"Did the demigod president of the Merchant Guild give you the teleportation scroll?"
"No, your mother gave it to me." The palace owner admitted openly.
The shit my mother gave me, who is the one who gave birth to her? Zhang Yuanqing said solemnly:
"I have been investigating Chen Shu recently and have gained some insights. Let me ask you, when I had a headache and Chen Shu took me abroad for medical treatment, did she ask the merchants' guild for help?"
The palace owner smiled and said: "You already have the answer yourself."
Zhang Yuanqing thought for a while and said: "So the boss behind the Jishi Society managed by Chen Shu is the president of the merchants' guild."
The palace lord nodded.
Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "I understand."
Therefore, my mother knew Mr. Bill from the Merchant Guild, so Mr. Bill always had good intentions towards him and sold his perfect human skin to him.
Thinking about it now, it is really unreasonable. Even though he had already made a name for himself at that time, he was still in the transcendent realm after all. Even if the merchant guild wanted to invest in him, it would not be possible to directly invest in a causal item.
Not only is the president an old acquaintance of Zhang Zizhen, he is even Chen Shu's boss.
The relationship between the merchants' guild and his family is deeper than imagined.
Three days passed in a flash.
Others are awakened by the alarm clock in the morning, but Zhang Yuanqing was awakened by the quarrel of the landlady in the morning.
I lifted up the quilt and walked to the balcony barefoot, only to realize that I forgot to close the window last night.
Zhang Yuanqing poked his head out and saw the landlady quarreling with the owner of the breakfast shop downstairs. They were fighting one against two with ease. She was wearing a nightgown, with her hands on her hips, and her saliva flying everywhere. She was a beautiful scene in Chinatown.
This was the fourth time Zhang Yuanqing saw the landlady quarreling with the neighbors. At first, he would pay attention to the reason for the quarrel, but later he found that the landlady did not need a reason at all for the quarrel.
When you're in a bad mood, start doing it.
Cao Chao and Cao Qianxiu, wearing school uniforms, stood aside eating melon and watching their mother dominate the scene.
Occasionally, Nico would pass by, stay for a while, and rap a few words to add to the fun.
At this time, Cao Qianxiu downstairs raised her head and glanced at Zhang Yuanqing.
She lowered her head, took out her phone, and edited the information.
A few seconds later, Zhang Yuanqing's cell phone dinged, and he returned to the bedside to pick it up and take a look.
[Cao Qianxiu: At eight o'clock tonight, I will take you to do a trial task. If you pass the assessment, you will be a member of the Anti-Black and White Alliance. Remember to put everything aside, and I will tell you the content of the assessment when I get back from school. 】