[Master Tongtian: Okay! 】
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 stinky, self-righteous strong woman and little princess, who acts vigorously and domineeringly."
It should be disguised, but is it necessary for an ordinary person to disguise himself? Even if she interacts with the Spiritual Realm Walker, 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 a spiritual practitioner, but Tianpu has not yet investigated the powerful people behind her.
Jishi Society, the organization currently has two confirmed masters and fourteen saints, some of them extraordinary. Just by their strength exposed to the sun, they are already an A-level force.
The Free Federation divides civil organizations into four categories.
The order is ABCD. Class D has more than two extraordinary forces, mostly gangsters. Level C is a force with two or more saints, mostly companies with good profits. Level B is a force with one level 6 saint and multiple level 4 or 5 saints, mostly found in small capitals and financial groups.
A-level forces have one or more masters.
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, they still have the same name and surname.
My mother can't be that awesome! !
In the restaurant, there was a lot of noise and people flowing in and out. Zhang Yuanqing sat in the corner, confused for a long time.
This was different from what he thought. In his concept, his mother was a drifter who went to the ocean to avoid his enemies with a clone that could resurrect his dead father.
With her intelligence and business acumen, as well as the common sense of spiritual practitioners she learned from her deceased husband, she successfully came into contact with the world of spiritual practitioners in a more liberal area, and her business was doing pretty well.
Essentially, he is just an ordinary person.
But according to the information, Chen Shu is not a marginal figure at all. She is simply a Da Song character in Jing Xiao Ling Jing Xing Zhe, a big boss in 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. She is not a spiritual practitioner. The palace master will not hide it from me. The accuracy of the information on the nature of punishment is still very good.
"As an ordinary person, it is impossible for me to form a large organization. There must be someone behind me to support me. If I can support an A-level organization, it must be from the official or evil camp. Are there any connections outside?"
"I know, it turns out to be you, Mr. President. This is a conclusion that can be easily deduced. Mr. President almost meets 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. Zhang Yuanqing quit the chat software, then clicked on the bounty hunter app, looking for tasks about Jishi Society in the silver and bronze bounty lists.
This organization is a bit low-key. After searching for a long time, I didn't see any relevant tasks. Instead, I unexpectedly saw a reward related to me: investigating the murderer of the Rooster Bar murder case.
Is this a mission issued by Heavenly Punishment, or is it a biological alchemy meeting? It's a pity that I can't accept the silver-level mission, otherwise I can play a wave of self-saber. 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 certain street in Queens.
After Zhang Yuanqing killed a gang member, 200 moral points were deducted 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, even more congested than Songhai. I should have known better than 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 high!" Zhang Yuanqing said sincerely that my bladder is fine. Not bad.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, the school rental car 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, mixed with black and white chocolate.
There was a fight? Zhang Yuanqing lowered the window and looked outside.
Because the road was congested, the taxi was moving slowly. He happened to see two police officers carrying a stretcher coming from the building. The stretcher was covered with white cloth, revealing a blue-black arm.
Um? 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 a Yin Corpse within three days.
Is anyone in Chinatown refining the Inferi? The ambulance and dining car gradually fell behind. Zhang Yuanqing withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention.
"Didi~"
Zhang Yuanqing typed in the password and returned home. He was wearing yoga clothes and sitting on a cushion in the living room, performing a horse to exercise his body's flexibility.
The career 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 a warm and 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 coins for me. Today you killed a group of gangsters, and you'll lose two hundred moral points if you don't."
After saying the agreement, he entered the bedroom, locked the door, and closed the window. Zhang Yuanqing put his cell phone up on the desk, pulled up his chair, sat down, and dialed Guan Ya's video call.
The video lasted for more than ten seconds, and Guan Ya slowly connected to the phone. Mei was soaking in the bathtub, revealing her milky and silky shoulders, and staring at the camera.
"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: "You brat, there are so many geniuses making videos, is it because the love career in New York County makes you want to leave?"
Zhang Yuanqing talked to him 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 Yuanliao 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 still has the wind, but there is a touch of sadness between her eyebrows, like lilacs after the rain.
The destruction of the hotel team remained in her heart like a wound that was difficult to heal.
"At this time, we should be grateful for the time, because I miss you but don't dare to miss you." Zhang Yuanqing's tone and eyes were gentle.
Madoka's voice was soft and calm, "What?
"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 was your stay abroad?" Xiao Yuan was not Guan Ya after all, so she couldn't race with him.
Zhang Yuanqing repeated the dialogue just now, the same 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 informants.
They are now the Avengers of the Shadows, following the trail of the South Faction and the Night Rose.
"Beiyue has become a lot calmer and quieter. I'm happy to see him grow; albeit in this way." Madoka sighed softly.
After chatting for more than ten minutes, the video call ended with Zhang Yuanqing's affectionate confession. Finally, he made a video call to the Palace Master to stop the killing.
Unlike Guan Ya and Xiao Yuan, the reception was instantaneous. Zhang Yuanqing saw a red dress appear on the screen. The palace owner held her chin and stared at the camera with bent eyes.
"Yeah, I was just about to call you. Do we have a good understanding?" Zhang Yuanqing squinted at Yue Yaer under the mask and hummed, "Palace Master, let's not talk secretly. I know you want to sleep with me." After saying that, he didn’t give the palace master any chance to continue teasing him.
"Didn't that teleportation scroll of yours come from the demigod president of the Merchant Guild?"
"It was given by your mother..." Palace Master Daying Daqifang admitted.
"My mother gave it to me. 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 owner behind the Jishi Society managed by Chen Shu is the president of the merchants guild."
The palace master nodded.
Zhang Yuanqiqing sighed: "I understand."
So my mother would know Mr. Bill from the Merchant Guild, so Mr. Bill has always been kind to him, and he sold the perfect human skin to him. "
Thinking about it now, it is indeed unreasonable. Although he had already made a name for himself at that time, he was still in the Lu Chaoren 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 Merchant Guild and his family is deeper than imagined.
Three days passed in a flash.
Others were woken up by the alarm clock in the morning, but Zhang Yuanqing was woken up by the quarrel of the landlady in the morning.
I lifted 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 and the proprietress of the breakfast shop. They were fighting one against two with ease. She was wearing a nightgown, with her waist bent, and her spitting appearance was a beautiful sight in Chinatown.
This was Zhang Yuanqing's fourth time that Mrs. Dong had quarreled with her neighbors. At first, he would pay attention to the Yuan Yuan where the quarrel was taking place. Later, he discovered that there was no need for a reason for the quarrel between the landlady and the landlady.
Cao Chao and Cao Qianxiu, who were wearing school uniforms when they were in a bad mood, stood aside eating melon and watching their mother dominate the scene.
Occasionally, people pass by, stay for a while, and add a few words to the fun.
At this time, Cao Qianxiu raised her head and looked 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 mission. If you pass the assessment, you will be a member of the Anti-Black and White Alliance. Remember to put everything off, and I will tell you about the assessment content when I get back from school. 】
