Chapter 6 Scandal

During the countless emo nights after Yan Zhong's death when he was unable to ascend to become an immortal, Jiang Wu often wondered if he was destined to have someone like Yan Zhong to annihilate him. Otherwise, how could Yan Zhong get lost and end up on the mountain where he practiced cultivation in such a vast territory of the Great Zhou, and why did he see Yan Zhong's imperial purple aura that was more dazzling than the sun?

The more concentrated the emperor's purple aura is on a person, the more likely he is to be favored by heaven, so he is called the Son of Heaven. In ancient times, those who practiced Taoism and wanted to become immortals had to get close to the purple aura to feel the destiny and understand the way of heaven, his Taoist friend said.

So he made a bet with the other party on impulse, and used the spell of the God of Destiny to form a contract, that he would help him fulfill his wish to protect the people and territory of the Great Zhou, and Yan Chong would help him ascend.

This should have been a good story of a king and his subjects getting along well, but Yan Zhong was born in a royal family and had too many ideas, while Jiang Wu knew nothing at that time. His unreliable master only left a copy of the inner strength and the spell record and went on a pilgrimage, so Jiang Wu did not realize that these two things were not equal. Even after Yan Zhong died, he still had to diligently protect the people and territory of the Great Zhou, but he still could not ascend.

Now that Yan Chong is dead, another man named Han Chong who is suspected to be Yan Chong has come to defeat him.

However, the fortune teller cannot see his own destiny, so Jiang Wu didn't know. He only knew that he had to find a way to ask Han Zhong in front of him to help him.

He thought for a moment and said sincerely, "What do you want in exchange for helping me?"

Han Zhong laughed, "You haven't settled the score for offending me before, and you still want me to help you?"

Jiang Wu said, "You can have whatever you want."

His tone of being a financial sponsor almost made Zhang Xiaoyu faint. "Brother, he is the richest man in Linhai and the heir to one of the top 15 groups in the world. You only have 3,000 yuan in your card. How dare you ask him for anything?"

This was the first time Han Zhong had heard someone say this to him since he was a child. He found it quite novel and raised his eyebrows: "Anything is fine?"

Jiang Wu nodded. Although he was uneasy at the moment, he was the Master of Destiny after all. The fate of the world was like a string, and he was the only one who plucked it. No matter fame, fortune, or blessings, he could get them for Han Zhong. After all, he would just suffer some heavenly punishment, which was not something he could not handle.

However, Han was born with fame, wealth and honor. With his abilities, he will achieve great things in the future. However, as for the immortality that everyone wants, he does not have that ability yet.

So he added, "I can't achieve immortality. I can't do that."

It would be fine if this sentence wasn't added, it's even crazier if it was added.

Han glanced at his cheap clothes from head to toe. "You can't even afford a nice suit, and you dare to tell me you'll have anything you want?"

Jiang Wu raised his eyes, "You can also ask for money if you want it."

"One hundred million is also OK?"

"Can."

"I'm not short of money, I'm short of fun."

Han Zhong thought he was just talking nonsense. He sneered and said casually, "If you can satisfy me, I can help you and not care about your previous offense. But if you can't satisfy me, then let's settle the old and new accounts together. What Lin Yaohui can do, I can't do."

Zhang Xiaoyu's face turned even paler when he heard this. This was clearly a dead end.

The Han family has seen everything since childhood. How can there be any rare and precious things that can satisfy him? Isn't this nonsense!

Jiang Wu naturally knew this truth, but his idea was very simple. To make someone satisfied, isn't it enough to just give him something he likes?

In those days, whenever Yan Chong was in a bad mood, he would make a strange phenomenon fall from the sky to cheer him up. He thought that emperors all loved to see strange phenomena, and Yan Chong should be no exception. Sure enough, as long as he made the sun and the moon shine together, or five planets align, he could make him happy every time. It was very effective.

Yan Zhong had seen him countless times in the past and was always amused by him, not to mention Han Zhong, who grew up in a materialistic modern society. However, he is not the same as he was back then. He can no longer do things like the sun and the moon shining together or the five planets in a row. He can only operate within the smallest scope.

He was lost in thought when he suddenly heard the sound of leaves rustling outside. His heart was moved and he looked at Han Zhong, "Do you like flowers?"

Han replied, "General."

Zhou Changming smiled and said, "Mr. Han has even been to the Amazon rainforest."

The implication is that there are no flowers that he has not seen before, so sending flowers is useless.

Jiang Wu turned a deaf ear and continued, "Please open the window, Mr. Han, and spend the flowers outside."

Champs-Elysées did have a garden, just behind this room, which could be seen through the French windows. He would occasionally sit on the balcony.

Han Zhong walked to the French window and stopped, "You don't want me to pick flowers in the garden by myself, do you?"

Jiang Wu shook his head, "Of course not, just open the window."

Han Zhong was a little impatient. Looking at those clear eyes like a bird, he casually unlocked the floor-to-ceiling window.

The moment the French window was opened, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the originally quiet garden outside, gently swaying the iris flowers outside. Then the wind became stronger, and the irises swayed left and right. The light clouds in the night sky also blocked the moonlight.

The night wind outside the house blew into the house with a thin layer of water vapor. Han Zhong turned his head to avoid it. At this time, Jiang Wu's voice suddenly rang in his ears, "Stretch out your hand."

Han Zhong subconsciously reached out his hand, and a soft, slightly cool and wet object fell into his palm. He looked back with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

It was a purple iris tail blown by the wind, its tender, fluttering petals lying quietly in his hand, like a blue-purple bird resting with its wings spread, noble and gentle.

"I saw this garden of purple ibis when I came to this villa before, and thought you might like it."

“…”

Han Zhong's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heartbeat trembled slightly.

The other three people in the living room showed shocked expressions at the same time. Zhang Xiaoyu stood up and shouted, "Fuck! How did you know that flower would be blown in?!"

Of course, it was because he predicted the storm in advance, which slightly changed the fate of the purple iris, so that it was saved from being blown away by the wind and scattered to the ground, but fell into Han Zhong's palm.

Changing the fortune of inanimate objects like flowers, plants and rocks has a minimal effect on the fortune of heaven and earth. Jiang Wu used to kill time in this way in the mountains, and later used it to scare Yan Zhong, and it always worked, but it became useless after doing it too many times.

But of course he couldn't tell these people in front of him. When Jiang Wu was thinking of an excuse, Zhou Changming next to him suddenly asked in amazement, "Is this magic?"

Jiang Wumang nodded, "Yes, magic."

Zhang Xiaoyu was amazed. "Who did you learn this from? This is too amazing, isn't it? You can even perform on the Spring Festival Gala!"

Zhou Changming was also puzzled. If this Champs-Elysées Villa was not his, he would really suspect that someone was colluding with him to perform some kind of deception. It was too magical to be able to pluck flowers out of thin air.

"It's wonderful." He couldn't help but applaud, and then looked at Han Zhong who was holding flowers in front of the French window, "What do you think, Han Zong?"

“Not bad.”

Although Han Zhong only showed surprise at first, he was satisfied. He was not a man who did not keep his word. He raised his eyebrows, handed the flowers in his hand to his assistant Yao Ping, and met Jiang Wu's eyes, "I agree to your request."

Zhou Changming put away the USB drive on the coffee table after hearing this. "I agree to cooperate. You will see what you want to see within a week."

Jiang Wu paused. "Within a week? So fast?"

Zhou Changming smiled and glanced at Han Zhong, "Not that fast."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou." Jiang Wu understood and turned to look at Han Zhong, "Thank you."

Han Zhong glanced at him indifferently, said nothing, turned around and left with his assistant.