I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan-Chapter 663 - 468 Fate

Thirty percent of the shares—a full thirty percent stake in the entire Ning Family—was likely worth more than many other corporations and families in the Dragon Country combined. And yet, despite that, Xia Liang simply waved her hand in refusal.

"I’ve already received my payment," she said.

Hearing her words, Old Master Ning Jiacheng was momentarily stunned.

The very next moment, Xia Liang raised a finger, pointing. Following her gesture, they saw an empty teacup on the living room table—the very one Old Master Ning Jiacheng had just poured for her.

At the same time, Xia Liang’s voice sounded again.

"I already said it. Thank you for the tea, Old Master. One cup was more than enough."

With that, Xia Liang’s figure slowly vanished from the room.

Staring at the teacup, the two of them were utterly shocked.

To refuse a vast fortune, asking only for a single cup of tea in exchange for saving a life and granting longevity... an act worthy of eternal reverence. Who else but the Immortals could do such a thing? This is what a true Living Immortal would do! 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Gazing at the cup, the two of them kowtowed deeply.

「The next day」

Qingyun City Airport.

Stepping onto the grounds of Qingyun City Airport once again, Xia Liang couldn’t help but feel emotional. She had come and gone, traveling between four cities for two months.

I wonder if my reputation has spread beyond the Dragon Country. I’m sure I’ve caught the attention of many people abroad by now. I’m actually looking forward to seeing if there are any truly capable people in those foreign lands. There’s less than a month left on this job assignment... you all better hurry.

Smiling to herself, Xia Liang gestured to a taxi at the roadside.

Just as Xia Liang’s taxi departed, a plane arriving from Southeast Asia touched down at Qingyun City Airport. A mysterious, tightly-wrapped figure set foot on the ground of Qingyun City. Meanwhile, many people from all over Southeast Asia were boarding planes with the same destination.

Sitting in the taxi, Xia Liang gazed out at the familiar yet strange streets of Qingyun City, feeling a wave of complex emotions.

"Where are you heading?" the taxi driver’s voice asked from the front.

"To the Neon Cafe."

"Okay."

"By the way, Sir..." Xia Liang said, looking out at the scenery as something came to mind.

"What is it?" the driver asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

"Take a detour through the city center. I want to see someone."

"Okay."

Xia Liang lay back lazily in her seat, quietly watching as the taxi headed toward the city center.

About twenty minutes later, the taxi had made its way from the airport to the downtown area and was continuing toward the Neon Cafe. Strangely, however, the taxi, which had been driving smoothly until now, suddenly began to swerve erratically, nearly crashing into the flowerbeds on the roadside.

"Sir, watch the road," Xia Liang felt compelled to remind him.

"Oh, right, my apologies. I don’t know what came over me, I just felt a bit dizzy," the driver said, scratching his head in embarrassment. He took a deep breath, had a sip of water, and started driving again. His complexion, however, did not improve much.

Only now did Xia Liang bother to observe the driver in the rearview mirror. After all, she didn’t want any problems with the driver to affect her. A closer look made her realize the driver looked somewhat familiar. Curious, she immediately calculated his destiny trajectory.

This was quite a surprise; she found they actually shared a connection. His son was one of her classmates.

By observing Zhang Jie’s destiny trajectory, Xia Liang saw several recent events marked in bold red, indicating he had recently suffered a string of misfortunes.

The relationship between Zhang Jie and his son, Zhang Buyu, had never been good. After Zhang Buyu enrolled in Tai School, they barely kept in touch. Zhang Jie didn’t even know what job his son had; their contact was minimal at best.

Until half a month ago.

Zhang Buyu was in a car accident that left him in a vegetative state, his life hanging by a thread. Critical condition notices had already been issued several times. The driver responsible fled the scene and has yet to be found.

Only then did Zhang Jie receive the news. Despite the surface-level animosity between them, the moment he heard about Zhang Buyu’s accident, he immediately used all his savings for his son’s medical treatment. Unfortunately, his meager savings were nowhere near enough. That’s why Zhang Jie had been driving his taxi day and night, desperately trying to earn more money. His extreme fatigue was the reason he had almost gotten into an accident just moments ago.

Looking at Zhang Jie’s destiny trajectory, Xia Liang felt a wave of empathy. With a thought, she opened the timeline of his near future. The very first event on this timeline was marked in black, and it was set to occur in just a few seconds.

Within a few breaths...

BEEP! BEEP!

Zhang Jie’s phone suddenly rang. He gave Xia Liang a wry smile before answering with a sense of resignation. It was the type of call he had been receiving most often lately.