At the teahouse, through Yiyi's narration, the scene of Zhou Yuan entering the shop appeared in front of Yang Zhen.
【Green Plant Store】
Zhou Yuan: What green plants do you have in your store? Take them out and take a look.
Guy: Sir, please come this way! Sir, please take a look, these are rock pine, bamboo, and orchids...
Zhou Yuan: Come on, I think the potted plant in the boy's hand just now is pretty good. What is it?
Guy: That’s wintersweet. Wait a moment, I'll get it...
Zhou Yuan: Hmm, that boy looks familiar to me. Is he the young master of the Liu family?
Guy: Huh? Yeah, I don't know.
Zhou Yuan: What, you’re not a regular customer?
Dude: Never seen that before.
Zhou Yuan: Oh!
(turns to leave)
Guy: Sir, this wintersweet...
Zhou Yuan (raises his hand): I forgot to bring my money today, so I won’t read it!
…
After Zhou Yuan left the store, he strolled into a clothing store opposite.
He took one piece of clothing after another and felt it on his body, and let the tailor measure him, but he kept mumbling and not expressing his opinion.
Yang Zhen still didn't understand that this man was observing her with his spiritual consciousness to avoid running into her when he turned the corner.
The spiritual consciousness of a foundation-building monk can be extended to several miles away. Although there was a lot of interference from the people coming and going in the busy city, it was still easy to lock onto a target twenty or thirty feet away.
Very good, Yang Zhen doesn't want to be too far away from him.
Now that he was paying attention, Yang Zhen simply pretended to be listening to the story in the teahouse, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked like she was addicted to the story.
In his mind, he was thinking about countermeasures.
What does this person want to find out from him by following him all the way?
Is there any way I can find out what his purpose is?
perhaps……
I can throw out a bait and see what happens when he eats it.
This bait must know me, but it cannot know too much about me.
Who to choose?
Looking at the noisy flow of people outside, Yang Zhen's heart moved, and a candidate appeared in his mind.
Just at this moment, the story ended. He left the money, held the wintersweet, and wandered away.
It's completely like returning home after a long absence and hanging out to relax.
…
Yang Zhen came to the familiar market.
The place is still so lively and the various food stalls are still so tempting.
The uncle selling sesame seed cakes was still humming a ditty.
"Uncle Wu!" Yang Zhen walked towards the ugly man with a smile on her face: "Bring me two sesame cakes!"
"Mr. Yang," the man looked happy when he saw Yang Zhen: "Are you going home for the New Year?"
While talking, his hands kept moving, and soon two hot sesame cakes were delivered.
Yang Zhen knelt down and placed the potted plant in her hand under the stall. Then he stretched out his two hands, grabbed a piece of sesame seed cake each, and ate them standing up.
While eating, I chatted with Uncle Wu until I had two pieces of sesame seed cakes in my stomach. Then I took out two copper coins and said goodbye.
He seemed to have forgotten the wintersweet.
Uncle Wu was so busy that he didn't even notice.
Yang Zhen left the market, walked around a row of houses, sat down at a snack bar facing away from the market, ordered a bunch of food, and started to enjoy it.
With his current cultivation level and his intestines and stomach after physical training, he can easily eat these foods even if they are several times more.
This small shop is almost forty feet away from Uncle Wu, and is still within the range of Yiyi's consciousness.
He deliberately chatted with Uncle Wu for a while, just to lure Zhou Yuan over.
Based on what he thought, if Zhou Yuan was impatient, he would probably go to the sesame seed stall right now; if he could keep his composure, he might go look for Uncle Wu again at night.
No matter which one it is, with the pot of wintersweet around, their conversation will be heard by themselves.
The result did not disappoint him. Only half a quarter of an hour later, Zhou Yuan appeared in front of Uncle Wu.
This guy can't keep his temper! Yang Zhen sneered secretly.
The conversation between the two was once again relayed by Yiyi.
【In front of the sesame cake stall】
Zhou Yuan: Big brother, please have a piece of sesame cake.
Uncle Wu: Okay! This brother, a copper coin.
Zhou Yuan (taking the sesame seed cakes and standing there to eat too): Hey, do you have a pot of wintersweet here?
Uncle Wu: What? Oops, it's not mine! When I think about it, it must be Mr. Yang’s. Hi!
Zhou Yuan: Young Master Yang? Are you acquainted?
Uncle Wu: Yes, yes, Mr. Yang is so kind-hearted. He often comes to buy sesame cakes from me...
Zhou Yuan: That’s because your sesame cakes taste good and people like to eat them.
Uncle Wu: Hi! Brother, let me tell you the truth, I know the sesame seed cakes I made myself, but they taste just like that. He was grateful that I had helped him a little, so he often came to take care of my business. He was kind-hearted!
Zhou Yuan: Oh? How did you help him?
Uncle Wu: (omitting some words)...I didn't think much about it at that time, so I gave him and his partner two sesame seed cakes...
Zhou Yuan: He has a partner? Does this friend often come to your place to buy sesame cakes?
Uncle Wu: I came here several times in the past two years, always with Young Master Yang. I don’t seem to have seen him recently.
Zhou Yuan: Maybe you have grown up and you don’t recognize it anymore, haha!
Uncle Wu: How is that possible? That partner of his has a face... Hey, look at my mouth, don't talk nonsense about others, don't talk nonsense.
Zhou Yuan: What’s wrong? Does his partner look ugly? If that were the case, then it would be impossible for the Zhao family to want him!
Uncle Wu: The two of them had to share the same piece of cake at that time, and they had suffered together. If there is only one person in the Zhao family, can Young Master Yang be willing?
Zhou Yuan: That’s right. How long has it been since this guy came?
Uncle Wu: It’s been almost a year!
…
Listening to the conversation between the two, Yang Zhen smiled.
Uncle Wu, everything else is good, but his mouth is a little bit broken.
This is exactly what Yang Zhen needs. Otherwise, if they can't start a conversation, I really don't know what Zhou Yuan wants to ask this time.
Now he understands. Zhou Yuan seems to be more interested in Tiezhu than himself!
Why is this? What is there about Tiezhu that deserves his investigation?
Yang Zhen was puzzled.
However, no matter what Zhou Yuan is looking for Tiezhu for, he must not be allowed to find it!
This is not only because Tiezhu is his friend, but also because he is working with Chen Fugui.
If Chen Fugui is involved, how to explain the origin of those spiritual herbs.
If Chen Fugui finds Aunt Fu again, how can we explain the large amount of Xuanyang wood trading?
Yang Zhen knew in her heart that these things about him could not help but be investigated seriously.
The reason why he can make money safely now is because the Zhao family trusts him and does not send anyone to check him.
Otherwise, once exposed to the sun, he would not be able to give a reasonable answer to all these things.
The question before him now is how to deal with Zhou Yuan.
No matter he wants to check himself or Tiezhu.
As long as he keeps following her, not to mention that he can't contact Aunt Fu, it is even possible that his secrets will be exposed one by one.
He must find a way to get rid of this Zhou Yuan!
How to start?
Yang Zhen racked her brains.
Slowly, an interlocking plan took shape in his mind.
