Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 62 - 18: Hot Girl

A few days ago.

Wang Family Villa.

Huang Su climbed over the wall and quickly walked into the main house.

"Daoist." He took out a few strands of intertwined hair and handed them over:

"I found this in Fang Zheng’s room. He doesn’t often stay there. His whereabouts... are also quite mysterious. This is all I could find."

"Hmm." Qinggu accepted the hair, examined it, and instinctively furrowed his brow:

"Rumor has it that this Fang Zheng has an unusual origin, possibly from a once-prominent noble family, though it has decayed now."

"No problem with the things, right?"

"No problem at all." Huang Su patted his chest:

"You shouldn’t worry when I handle things."

"Daoist." Another person in the room, Wang Qian, the Wang Family’s second uncle known as "Thunder Walking Red Porcelain," and the current decision-maker of the Wang Family, spoke nervously:

"This time, there won’t be any issues, right?"

"As long as everything is correct, no errors will occur." Qinggu’s expression was calm:

"Last time..."

"Perhaps the wrong item was taken."

Huang Su opened his mouth, wanting to defend but hesitated, only bowing his head honestly.

"Fang’s porcelain crafting skills are exceptional, and recently Square Porcelain’s business is thriving." Wang Qian rubbed his hands together:

"At this rate, our Wang Family’s business will be hard to maintain."

"If we can learn Fang’s porcelain crafting technique, coupled with our Wang Family’s Thunder Attraction Technique, our porcelain products might be top-tier in Zhaonan Prefecture."

By then.

The prosperity of the Wang Family’s business will be just around the corner, making it possible to move beyond this small Gu’an County.

Qinggu smiled faintly.

The Wang Family has close ties with them, and any earnings include a share for him, so whether for public or private reasons, he would help with this matter.

Holding the hair, Qinggu turned towards the prepared magic altar.

Soul Nailing Spell!

White Lotus Secret Technique!

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Huang Su is a leftover bandit from the Cyan Wolf Gang and would typically not dare to show himself. Pan She Martial Arts Hall is currently understaffed, and finding people is not a day’s work.

Fang Zheng understands this and can only instruct the necessity to find the individual.

Modern society.

The last gathering before the end of the year is unquestionably important for both the company and friends.

Other gatherings Fang Zheng could excuse himself, but with Mr. Zhao personally inviting, it’s hard to be absent. Leaving the Public Security Bureau was thanks to him.

Future business dealings are inevitable.

"The primary election is over, with no surprises."

Qian Xiao led the way, saying:

"The final election list is out. Apart from Mr. Zhao, Mr. Li is formidable, and there’s Zhou Weiyang as a backup candidate."

"He doesn’t matter; Mr. Li is highly esteemed among the populace, his support rate equal to Mr. Zhao’s, which is challenging."

"Hmm." Fang Zheng nodded:

"If you need anything, just speak up."

"Just waiting for you to say so." Qian Xiao smiled:

"The election needs advertisements. TV ads aren’t effective now; online media spreads much better."

"However, willing advertisers for the senator are few, and they’re expensive."

"The gathering might also need to prep election funds."

Fang Zheng nodded nonchalantly, a few million not being an issue, and it’d be better if he could get a jade procurement certificate.

It’s a trade.

He supports Mr. Zhao’s further progress, who repays after success.

"Buzz..."

As the door opened, the sight revealed top figures from various Qu City industries, all in suits and formalwear.

Mr. Zhao was among them.

Unlike usual, two women accompanied Mr. Zhao today, one of them charmingly beautiful, lightly holding his arm.

Fang Zheng recognized this woman.

Jiang Ying!

She was the female party in a divorce case represented by Guo Erqiu.

The divorce with her husband entangled Mr. Zhao, drawing attention to steal case records, likely trying to tarnish Mr. Zhao’s public image.

Coincidentally, Fang Zheng was present, leading to the subsequent relationship.

Since the divorce, Jiang Ying followed Mr. Zhao, usually only appearing at private gatherings, making this presence in public quite rare.

Possibly intending to make it official?

At this crucial election time, doesn’t Mr. Zhao fear affecting his prospects?

"Everyone."

Once people gathered, Mr. Zhao stood amid the crowd, raising a glass:

"Qu City’s growth depends on all of you, and daily life is reliant on all of you. Here, I toast to everyone on behalf of all."

"Cheers!"

"Senator, you’re too kind!"

"Certainly."

"..."

"Some say we should focus more on ordinary people’s lives, fighting for their welfare as they’re society’s foundation," Mr. Zhao smiled:

"That’s indeed true, but welfare requires funding. Where does the money come from?"

"Factories!"

"Assets!"

"Industries!"

"Only by promoting economic growth can we better provide welfare for citizens, rather than suppressing businessmen. Robbing the rich for the poor is not advisable; aiding further wealth with existing wealth is the right principle."

"Indeed." Someone nodded:

"Industry taxes are already high, raising them further will drive companies away, harming Qu City. Mr. Li’s approach is unwise."

"He’s trying to gather support, not considering development?"

"Mr. Li doesn’t understand economics at all."

Attendees were supporters of Mr. Zhao. Some agreed, murmured, or derided the other senator.

Fang Zheng didn’t understand much of this but noticed the inclinations from everyone’s varied expressions.

The truly influential mostly remained silent.

"Come."

Mr. Zhao lightly smiled, reaching to introduce the girl behind him:

"This is my daughter Zhao Jin; she returned from abroad not long ago. Jin’er, let me introduce you to the uncles and elder gentlemen."

"Yes."

Zhao Jin’s petite stature and quiet, gentle demeanor met everyone in the room under Mr. Zhao’s guidance.

"This is President Zheng of Fuhong Steel Factory."

"Uncle Zheng."

"This is President Li of Prosperity Real Estate."

"Uncle Li, hello."

"Mr. Wang of Tiansheng Investment."

"Uncle Wang..."

Being introduced by Mr. Zhao were all top figures from various industries, whereas Fang Zheng wasn’t initially included.

"This is Boss Fang." Mr. Zhao unexpectedly approached:

"Call him Uncle Fang."

"..." Zhao Jin pursed her lips, speechless:

"Dad, I’m willing to call but fear he might not like being addressed so."

The man is too young!

"Then call him Brother Fang." Mr. Zhao sighed slightly, continuing:

"Fang Zheng, Jin’er finds this place too dull; Qian Xiao has to accompany me and can’t leave. Please take her out for a spin. I’ll have someone come for her at ten at night."

"Okay."

Fang Zheng nodded. He also disliked such atmospheres.

In formal suits, they were mostly aged in their forties and fifties, with apparent communication gaps.

"Yay!"

Zhao Jin raised her arm, taking the initiative to lead Fang Zheng outside.

Once outside.

In a secluded spot.

Zhao Jin reached up to remove her wig, revealing her colorful dyed hair underneath, tossing her small suit aside, kicking away her pants.

In the blink of an eye, she transformed from a quiet girl into a street-style fashionista with fishnet stockings, ultra-short shorts, and a crop top.

The drastic change left Fang Zheng somewhat agape.