"As for the fifth point..." Qin Zhaoyue looked at the head of the God of Wealth.

"You control the funds in the gray industry, and you handle the accounting for that pawnshop in the East Market."

Then you could talk about distant family ties, secretly controlled businesses, advisors... and so on.

Could there be a person or a place that centralizes working capital?

Caishen instinctively gripped the armrest of his wheelchair, and after a long silence, he finally spoke: "Possibly."

Qin Zhaoyue's face immediately darkened.

"After all that effort, this is all you can say? Are you kidding me?"

"Confess and you'll be treated leniently, resist and you'll be punished severely, or do you want to test our methods?"

The God of Wealth felt very aggrieved.

He had actually suspected it for a long time, and in order to find a way out for himself, he had been secretly investigating this "white" line.

Once exposed, they will be utterly destroyed.

The leader of the Nine Gates is nothing more than a puppet pushed to the forefront; there's nothing about him that can't be touched or killed.

Therefore, the God of Wealth was extremely careful and did not rely on anyone else. He painstakingly unraveled countless details and finally found a clue.

Now he's being asked to hand it over to someone else? How can he be willing to accept that?

"Everyone, I have found a clue, but it is not yet clear whether it will be useful."

However, the effort and dedication involved cannot be explained in just a few words.

I need insurance, insurance that will keep me alive!

Yes, Qin Zhaoyue agreed in her heart; she would also want something in return.

But... how do I give this thing? I was originally planning to kill him...

Just then, Dou Zhan took out a token and used his true energy to present it to the head of the God of Wealth.

Three inches of black iron were cold-forged into a narrow, willow-leaf shape, with serrated dark lines quenched along the edges, giving it a matte bluish-gray luster, and the Big Dipper constellation was engraved on the front.

The moment the design on the token was clearly seen, the upper half of the God of Wealth's head lay on the table.

"I am physically unwell, please forgive me."

Xuanji Guard, it really is the Xuanji Guard token!

The God of Wealth's heart was like a raging storm.

Although there had been speculation beforehand, I still couldn't contain my excitement when it was finally confirmed.

It would be much safer to have the protection of the Xuanji Guard than to find clues and survive on his own.

Dou Zhan retrieved the token; at this point, it was practically the same as playing a game with his cards exposed.

If he could guess, he didn't need to find someone to verify; if he couldn't guess... how could the God of Wealth's skull transmit a message right under his nose? So he didn't hesitate when he took out the token.

"If you can protect Ghost Fang, you can certainly save your life. Xuanji Guardian, is that enough?"

"Enough! What a stroke of luck for a petty person, what a stroke of luck for a petty person!"

They wouldn't even dare to hit the God of Wealth on the head; at this point, discussing any conditions would be a joke.

That's not all. Who could possibly command the Xuanji Guards at the Divine Martial Realm?

Within the Xuanji Guard, strength is paramount, and the leader is clearly not of a high cultivation level.

The eldest princess has gone north, leaving only those who are the right age—three, four, or six—plus her speaking style…

"This humble servant greets Your Highness, the Sixth Prince!"

Caishen admitted that there was an element of gambling involved, but demonstrating his value was the top priority at this moment.

"Oh, you're quite perceptive. Can you tell me now?"

Qin Zhaoyue neither admitted nor denied it, and went straight to the point.

The God of Wealth raised his upper body and immediately began to explain.

The family's "white" accounts were no less than his own, and they hadn't gotten involved in the gray market, so his first guess was the ticket agency.

Most ticket offices are established based on the reputation of large chambers of commerce and mainly do local business.

There are more than ten large ticket offices in Beijing, and dozens of medium and small ones, and it is common for them to lend and borrow from each other.

With stations set up in different markets, it's easy to imagine how difficult it is to pinpoint the specific company without exposing its true nature.

As for his clues, they came from a down-on-his-luck scholar.

He failed the exam, broke down, and resorted to drinking and gambling.

How could the casinos in the neighborhood let such an opportunity slip by? In one night of indulgence, the scholar lost even his underwear and incurred debts.

When the scholar woke up from his hangover, he had no recollection of the incident. The gambling den in the neighborhood also deliberately didn't press him for payment until the interest ballooned to several hundred taels.

When the debt collectors came to collect, the scholar was dumbfounded. The outcome was predictable: his home was confiscated and his house seized.

Logically speaking, the money and property deeds obtained by the casino in this neighborhood would not go through the Nine Gates' accounting system, but would go directly to the pawnshop in the East Market.

After all, the Nine Gates are clean on the surface, only doing "legal" business.

The God of Wealth only has the right to secretly control funds; he doesn't handle them directly. But wherever there are people, there will be unexpected events.

One of the Green Gang's underlings in charge of raiding homes secretly pocketed some items during the raid.

This is also a long-standing custom: those in power eat meat, while those below drink soup.

The bulk of that deal was the house deed; what valuable possessions could a poor scholar possibly have?

Everyone knows it's a matter of turning a blind eye.

The minor leader secretly presented what he had hidden: an ancient book, "A Study of the Prophecies and Apocryphal Texts of the Heluo Region" from the previous dynasty.

This book was banned in the previous dynasty, and very few of them have survived, making them extremely valuable.

The scholar had originally intended to use the book to pay off his debt, but he only managed to utter half a sentence before the clever foreman stopped him and sent it to the God of Wealth's head.

The God of Wealth devised a plan and sternly reprimanded him for breaking the rules.

However, given his loyalty, he rewarded him slightly and promised that as long as he handed over the documents according to the rules, he would not be held accountable.

After that, the God of Wealth didn't ask a single question, pretending not to know anything about it, and then showed a fondness for various ancient books for a period of time.

He dared not conduct any investigation, only dared to make this kind of "idle move" attempt.

However, perseverance pays off, and about three months later, news indeed arrived:

The "He Luo Chen Wei Tu Kao" appeared at a small private auction.

"That was a pawnshop, Yanfufang, Yongyuan Pawnshop."

After the story was finished, Qin Zhaoyue waited a while, then asked, "That's it?"

The God of Wealth nearly spat out another mouthful of blood, his blood rushing to his head, though his complexion looked better than when it was as pale as paper.

"I dare not reveal any flaws, otherwise I will be killed in an instant."

What could he possibly say? Could he even utter a single complaint or something? In the end, all he could manage was a sheepish explanation.

"Alright."

Qin Zhaoyue shrugged, her hands were already red and warm, it seemed she couldn't extract any more information, but getting a clue was better than nothing.

At Chengyuan Garden, all the distinguished guests were driven away.

At this point, Guiya took over completely, and with the assistance of the Xuanji Guards who were hiding their identities, there were absolutely no problems.

Qin Zhaoyue and her group arrived on the ground.

She felt terrible that she couldn't get anything even though she wasn't that close to Baoshan.

Dou Zhan arranged for people to carry out the four tasks he had previously instructed, but no one present could decide to follow up on the fifth task.

They found a quiet courtyard, and Chengyuan served them fine wine and food. Qin Zhaoyue and Suimo ate and drank to their hearts' content.

He glanced at Dou Zhan, who refused to take his seat not far away, took a sip of wine, and leisurely spoke:

"Hey, you there, tell me about the Divine Martial Realm."

"Don't listen to me for nothing, I'll teach you how to woo a girl."