Chapter 2264: Inquiring of Immortal Yellow Springs (50)
Chapter 2264: Chapter 2264: Inquiring of Immortal Yellow Springs (50)
From the current situation, calm is simply not possible.
Liu Zhong sighed; since arriving here, he hadn’t encountered anything like this.
Chuzheng: "Call me when he wakes up."
"Yes."
Chuzheng returned to her shop, with the robot following behind with a clatter, occasionally muttering something.
"What are you mumbling about?"
The robot immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Master, I want a tall and mighty body."
Chuzheng: "..."
Scram!
The robot rolled away whining, only to roll back a few seconds later.
On the staircase, Chuzheng spotted the paper effigy lying horizontally, facing upwards with a sinister smile.
Chuzheng mercilessly stepped on it and ascended the stairs without looking back.
"The master’s mood is rather bad," the robot grunted, struggling to climb the stairs with its short legs, "Don’t block the way."
The paper effigy remained still.
The robot snorted and mimicked Chuzheng’s action, moving over the paper effigy.
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The next day.
Chuzheng lay in bed, unwilling to move, while the robot rolled around noisily on the floor.
"Keep quiet!"
"Master, you should get up," the robot chimed in a babyish voice, "Oversleeping isn’t good for your health."
"..."
The robot rolled about and suddenly remembered something, extending its limbs, "Oh, by the way, you have forty-six orders pending!"
"Why so many?"
The robot tilted its little head: "With so much going on recently, it’s normal to have so many orders, isn’t it?"
Most of the little items Chuzheng sold were defensive, capable of saving lives.
Even if they couldn’t, they offered psychological comfort.
Chuzheng irritably sat up in bed, washed up, and went downstairs.
The paper effigy had moved and was now lying horizontally in the doorway.
It looked just like someone who met a violent end there.
Seeing such a scene early in the morning was rather stimulating.
Chuzheng opened her shop; some orders had been placed long ago, but Chuzheng hadn’t shipped them, causing constant reminders from customers.
A considerable amount of messages had accumulated.
Chuzheng opened the shop’s backend, scrolled down to the shop rules, and casually added a new line at the end: ’No rush orders accepted; cancel your order at will.’
If an order wasn’t shipped, the backend would automatically handle cancellations.
But people were coming for her items; who would cancel their orders?
The robot looked at the increasingly lengthy shop rules, covered its face with its hands — the rules were entirely based on her mood.
After adding the latest rule, Chuzheng returned to the message page.
Among the numerous messages, she saw Lan Lvyi again... How long had it been, and he still hadn’t given up?
Chuzheng thought for a moment and blocked him.
Some people are just suitable for earning a life once.
The robot: "..."
After dealing with these trivial matters, Chuzheng began packing according to the order requirements.
Xing Qiao knew Chuzheng was around; he planned to come over to read downstairs and ask about things he didn’t quite understand. But upon arriving, he was roped in by Chuzheng to help.
Xing Qiao: "..."
So, these things could actually be sold.
For such a long time, he’d thought they were just for display.
The young man wasn’t talkative; bearing a cool expression, he started learning how to pack items like Chuzheng.
Seeing Xing Qiao grasp the method, Chuzheng assigned all the packing tasks to him.
She sat at the table, took out a contract, and began filling it out, propping her head with one hand and holding the pen with the other, in a very perfunctory manner.
"Lifespan?"
Xing Qiao placed the last package aside and came over, noticing the content on the contract Chuzheng was writing. His small face showed confusion.
The contract was familiar to him; he had signed one too.
However, the content was different...
What was this lifespan thing?
"Master, why is the price lifespan? Is it the lifespan I understand?"
"Mm."
Chuzheng finished writing the last word, turned the contract over, and continued writing on the next sheet.
"All these things... need to be bought with life?" The young man’s face started to crack a bit.
"What else?"
This place was different from the world he knew.
His master was even more mysterious.
So, being able to trade with lifespan didn’t seem so strange.
Xing Qiao remained silent for a moment and asked a somewhat naive question, "Will there truly be people who buy this?"
"If no one’s buying, should I gift what you just packed to ghosts?"
After asking, Xing Qiao realized he had asked a silly question.
He watched Chuzheng fill out all the contracts, then tuck them into the packages, finally calling the delivery company to collect them.
Xing Qiao was once again dumbfounded: "Just like that?"
Chuzheng confidently replied, "What’s the problem? If the delivery company doesn’t deliver, who will?"
Xing Qiao: "..."
He didn’t know what to say to express his current feelings.
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After sending Xing Qiao downstairs to read, Chuzheng sauntered to the entrance and saw Xie Shi squatting in front of Liu Zhong’s door, casually asking, "Has Bao Lei awakened?"
"Not yet." Xie Shi blinked: "Brother Yue Li just examined him; he’s not in any mortal danger for now, should wake up soon."
"Why are you squatting here?"
"...Uh." Xie Shi was quite puzzled, "Can’t I squat here?"
He just came to see if Bao Lei had woken up; squatting for a moment outside, was that not allowed?
Chuzheng gave him a cold glare: "Nothing to do?"
"...I have, I have." Xie Shi clutched his clown hat with both hands and dashed off quickly.
After Xie Shi disappeared, Chuzheng wandered into Liu Zhong’s shop to snag a breakfast+lunch combo.
Liu Zhong: "..."
"Girl, have you seen the news?" Liu Zhong was currently acting like a grumpy uncle, sitting opposite Chuzheng without any regard for appearances.
"What?"
"Here," Liu Zhong turned the news toward Chuzheng: "It looks like that CEO of Fanxing Group is in trouble."
The news was showing scenes of the Xing Family Estate, with numerous reporters gathered there.
This wasn’t like the small media frenzy from before; now, both renowned and unknown reporters were present.
These reporters seemed to have received accurate information.
The master of Fanxing Group, Xing Jue, was in trouble.
Chuzheng seemed uninterested, spooned a couple of bites, but soon put down her chopsticks: "I’m going out for a bit. If Bao wakes up, don’t move him until I return."
"Hey..." Liu Zhong looked at the unfinished meal: "Such a waste is shameful."
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Chuzheng entered the estate through the backdoor, finding Hu Shuo frantic and on the phone.
"I need you to do something; now that that bunch is blocking the estate, think of a solution! I don’t care; figure it out, or are you just here for a free meal?!"
After shouting, Hu Shuo hung up.
"What’s the situation?"
Hu Shuo heard Chuzheng’s voice suddenly and was startled: "Chu... Miss Zheng, what brings you here?"
"The employer doesn’t seem very safe," Chuzheng commented flatly.
As a bodyguard, is it surprising for me to be here?
Hu Shuo didn’t have time to say much else and quickly recounted the situation: "The media somehow got accurate information, learned about the gentleman’s situation, and now they’re all blocking here for firsthand news."
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Hu Shuo: Why is it so hard for me? You guys aren’t even voting monthly, boohoo!