As Zhang Shaozhong cleared the dishes, he was still pondering what Mo Huaiyuan had said on the phone about a "guest with special status."
"Hey, Mr./Ms. Head of household, don't look so gloomy!"
Ye Meier sprawled on the sofa, rubbing her stomach contentedly. "Who cares what kind of monsters they are? We'll find out tomorrow. Maybe they're here to bring us money and resources?"
Ling Qingxue had already returned to the Spirit Gathering Array, closed her eyes to regulate her breathing, and said calmly upon hearing this, "Fortune and misfortune are intertwined. Just be cautious. There is no need to be overly worried."
Zhang Shao nodded. He understood the reasoning, but after all, he was just an ordinary college student before. These successive "big scenes" were really testing his heart.
Nothing was said that night.
The next morning, as agreed, the three of them returned to the same quiet teahouse as before.
Mo Huaiyuan was already waiting in the private room. Next to him sat a middle-aged man who looked to be around fifty years old, dressed in a simple Zhongshan suit, with his hair neatly combed.
The middle-aged man had a refined appearance, but his eyes were unusually sharp, and he carried the calm demeanor of someone who had long held a high position.
He sat there, seemingly casual, yet he exuded an invisible pressure.
Zhang Shaozhong noticed that Mo Huaiyuan was extremely humble in front of this man, even showing a hint of respect.
Upon seeing Zhang Shaozhong and his two companions enter, Mo Huaiyuan quickly stood up and introduced them: "Young friend Zhang, seniors, this is... Mr. Zhou."
He paused, seemingly considering his words, "Mr. Zhou greatly admires you all and specifically asked me to introduce you."
Mr. Zhou also stood up, a gentle smile on his face, and extended his hand: "Young friend Zhang, it's an honor to meet you. These two must be Fairy Ling and Ms. Ye, right? They are indeed extraordinary. It's a pleasure to meet you."
His gaze swept over Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier. Although he concealed it well, a hint of uncontrollable amazement and... solemnity still flashed deep in his eyes.
Zhang Shaozhong shook hands with him and felt that the other man's palm was broad and strong.
"Hello Mr. Zhou, what brings you here?" he asked directly.
Mr. Zhou smiled and gestured for them to sit down. He personally poured tea, his movements unhurried: "You are all straightforward people, so I won't beat around the bush. First of all, on behalf of... some friends, I would like to thank you for your righteous help last time, which saved Deputy Secretary Li's daughter and eliminated that scourge, Basong."
He spoke very skillfully, without saying who he was representing, but the meaning was quite clear.
Zhang Shaozhong's heart skipped a beat, and he exchanged a glance with Ling Qingxue. So it really was because of this!
"Mr. Zhou, you're too kind. It was nothing at all," Zhang Shaozhong replied cautiously.
"It may have been a small favor for you, but for us, it was a lifesaver and averted a major disaster."
Mr. Zhou's expression turned serious. "This Basong, and the forces behind him, have been entrenched for many years, acting in a secretive and insidious manner. We have long been aware of them, but we have been struggling to find a suitable opportunity and... ability to eradicate them. You gentlemen have done us a great favor."
Ye Meier leaned back lazily in her chair, playing with her nails, and said casually, "So? Just to say thank you? We appreciate the sentiment, but we'll head back now. We still have to cultivate."
Mr. Zhou was slightly taken aback by Ye Meier's straightforward attitude, then chuckled: "Ms. Ye is a woman of few words. Thanking you is one thing, but the second thing... is that I would like to discuss a collaboration with you all."
"Cooperation?" Zhang Shaozhong asked, puzzled.
"good."
Mr. Zhou leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice, “We know that you are not ordinary people, but possess… extraordinary power. Occasionally, we also encounter some problems that are difficult to handle by conventional means, or rather, ‘unnatural’ events. For example, the case of Deputy Secretary Li’s daughter, or… some items of unknown origin that are extremely dangerous, or… people.”
He paused, observing the three men's reactions, and continued, "We hope that, if necessary, we can hire a few of you as... special advisors to assist in handling such incidents. Of course, the compensation will definitely satisfy you. Money, medicine, jade, and even some... items with special energy that you might be interested in, we can provide them all."
Zhang Shaozhong's heart was pounding!
So... they've been recruited by the authorities?!
No, it's cooperation! It sounds like it offers a lot of freedom!
He didn't agree immediately, but instead looked at Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier.
This kind of thing requires the two big shots to make the decision.
Ling Qingxue picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and then calmly said, "We cultivators do not wish to be too entangled in worldly karma, nor do we wish to be subject to too many constraints."
Ye Meier scoffed, "Be my henchman? I have no interest in that."
Mr. Zhou seemed to have anticipated this and was not discouraged. He smiled and said, "You two have misunderstood. It's not about inviting you to join us, nor are you 'thugs.' It's simply about establishing a loose cooperative relationship. You all have complete autonomy and can choose whether or not to accept the commission. We only provide information and resources and will never interfere with your freedom. Moreover..."
He changed the subject, his expression becoming even more serious: "As far as we know, you all seem to have a grudge against that 'Siam Ghost King, Chai Pong' in Southeast Asia. This man wields considerable power there and uses unpredictable methods. If he really infiltrates the country to seek revenge, you alone... although you are highly skilled, it's easy to dodge a spear in the open but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow. If we cooperate, at least in terms of intelligence, we can provide you with some convenience and early warnings."
That hits the nail on the head!
Zhang Shaozhong's heart skipped a beat. They knew almost nothing about the Siamese Ghost King. If they could obtain intelligence through official channels, their safety would undoubtedly be greatly improved!
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