Chapter 1 Speedrun and Forced Acquisition (09)
When Biancheng Wang entered the cramped funeral parlor, the others were busy with their own tasks.
Luo Huayi was still using her human form, calculating how to maximize the returns on Xin Que's assets without her showing her face; Xin Que was busy taking care of the military knife she had hidden under the counter.
Cheng Zheng has switched back to his other mechanical vehicle and is currently watching the launch event for the latest mechanical vehicle.
King Biancheng: "..."
King Biancheng knocked on the door, and Xin Que put down the whetstone and looked up at the doorway.
“Don’t be so wary,” King Biancheng said, somewhat speechless at the suspicion in Luo Huayi’s eyes. “We’re partners, after all.”
“The trial of Wen Kun is almost over. This time you directly gave King Qin Guang an extra shift,” King Biancheng pulled up a stool and sat down. “You have no idea how ugly King Qin Guang’s face was when he saw that trainload of criminals who were involved in the underworld.”
There was no gradual process; everyone died at the same time in one step.
Xin Que's face showed no emotion. "I'm only responsible for doing things for the money. Nothing else is my business."
“I didn’t expect you to swarm me with money like a locust plague,” King Biancheng’s lips twitched as he thought of Wen Kun, who had been ripped bald by Xin Que. “You practically sold Wen Kun’s ancestral grave.”
He even suspected that if Wen Kun's soul could be used as collateral for high-interest loans, Xin Que would sell Wen Kun without hesitation.
Xin Que, without blushing or panting, said, "You said it yourself, how much I can get is up to my own ability."
King Biancheng waved his hand, "Don't worry, I mean what I say. What's yours is yours, and no one will touch the reward you deserve."
"But there's one thing—"
King Biancheng smiled very kindly, "The next case is already on the table. When are you finished with your vacation?"
Xin Que "..."
Behind the counter, behind Xin Que, in the antique cabinet displaying various statues of gods, there were two inconspicuous little porcelain dolls, about the size of a thumb, almost invisible unless you looked closely.
But upon closer inspection, one can still find the shadows of the two wronged souls' eyebrows and eyes. However, the facial features depicted by the brush do not have the unsettling ferocity, but only a gentle and serene smile.
"Consider it a souvenir from the mission," King Biancheng said, blowing on the still-steaming teacup in his hand, his voice ethereal. "Madam, be generous and buy them a separate cabinet. Who knows how many we'll end up displaying..."
Xin Que seemed to be deep in thought, "Official expenses?"
"Either I go through the reimbursement process, or I'll take a cabinet from your place later."
King Biancheng: "..."
When the owners of the pharmacy next door were leaving get off work, the cramped funeral parlor next door had already closed its shutters.
The owner was puzzled. "Since Xiao Qi took over this shop, I haven't seen many customers. And it closes so early every day. How can it make a profit?"
Qi is the surname that Xin Que used here.
The proprietress and proprietress walked towards their car. "They must be quite wealthy. I guess they opened this little shop so they wouldn't be idle at home..."
"Besides, Xiao Qi is a really good person. Last month, she was the one who stepped in and dealt with that local bully who came to cause trouble in our neighborhood. Why are you meddling in other people's business?"
The boss asked casually out of business sense, and the two bickered for a while before quickly forgetting about their neighbor, Xin Que, and the conversation returned to the mundane details of daily life.
The small shops on this street are crammed together, and Xin Que's small funeral shop is just one of the most inconspicuous ones.
The scenery outside the car window gradually receded.
Soon, the last shop was left behind by the car, and the sea view at the end of the street came into view.
The waves lapped the dazzling afterglow of the setting sun against the stone surface beneath the coastal highway, but this did nothing to disrupt the slow-moving traffic on the road.
The sun rises and the moon sets, the tides rise and fall.
Life will eventually return to normal.
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