Chapter 24: [Meeting a High Person]

At half past four in the morning, the garage door of the villa slowly opened.

The tools for the ritual had already been loaded back onto the vehicles, and the house had been thoroughly cleaned.

Two business vans drove out first; Assistant Yan stood by the car, bowing to Luo Qing, who was seated in the second van.

"Fang Fang Zong said to thank you for your hard work on this trip, and instructed me to convey our gratitude personally.

Also, the payment has already been transferred to your account!"

Luo Qing leaned back in his seat, maintaining his posture as he nodded slightly, and the car door closed.

Only after the business van drove away did Assistant Yan sigh in relief, turn around, and get into the back seat of the last sedan.

Sitting inside the car, Assistant Yan yawned.

"Assistant Yan, shall I take you home?" the driver in the front seat asked.

"Back to the company," Assistant Yan sighed, then smiled: "You worked hard tonight, staying up all night with us."

"No problem, no problem!" the driver quickly replied: "Overtime pay is always paid in full."

"Hmm, but the old rule still applies: keep your mouth shut. These matters are easy to say but hard to explain well."

"Rest assured!"

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The car drove through the empty streets at night, moving from Chengnan into the central urban area of Jin Ling, and finally stopped beneath an old-looking business building.

After telling the driver not to wait for him, Assistant Yan entered the building.

He knew that at this hour, the boss was definitely still at the company.

Having done the job, it was best to report the situation in person as soon as possible.

Reporting at this time could also reinforce the impression of "working late into the night" in the boss's mind.

The effect would be even better than reporting during the day tomorrow.

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The building was somewhat old, a business tower constructed over twenty years ago; in terms of facilities and hardware, it was inferior to the high-end business buildings built in recent years.

However, Assistant Yan's boss, Fang Fang Zong, did not care about this.

After all, they were not running a storefront business; there was no need to put on a show or insist on finding some Class A office tower.

Having an office space that was spacious and large enough was sufficient.

The old building was also cheaper.

Taking the elevator to the 18th floor—Assistant Yan knew that his boss had specifically rented the company on this floor because the number was auspicious.

Walking down the corridor on the 18th floor, all the other companies on both sides had long since closed, with only the light at the end of the corridor shining.

Assistant Yan walked to the door, unlocked it; the office area was only two or three hundred square meters, with some workstations arranged, and by this time, no one was left. The few independent offices at the very back were also closed, of course, as everyone had long finished work.

Assistant Yan went directly to the boss's office, knocked on the door first, waited three seconds, and only after hearing a response from inside did he push the door open and enter.

Fang Fang Zong's office was about thirty square meters, looking quite spacious.

A computer sat on the large executive desk, and a large golden toad was on the desktop.

The walls were adorned with famous calligraphy and paintings—in fact, Assistant Yan did not know who the authors of these works were, having only heard the boss say they were very expensive.

As usual, there was definitely a bookshelf, filled with boxed books meant purely for decoration.

There were sofas and a tea table; the style was somewhat old-fashioned, and a complete set of tea trays and tea utensils was placed on the tea table.

Just this location, just this kind of decoration and furnishings...

In fact, Assistant Yan knew clearly that, relative to Fang Fang Zong's wealth, it was truly somewhat mismatched.

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Behind the computer screen, a round head slowly poked out.

"Xiao Yan, is the matter finished? Why haven't you gone home?"

"Yes, it's finished. Thinking that you attach great importance to this matter, I thought it best to come and report to you first." Assistant Yan spoke cautiously.

Fang Fang Zong smiled with satisfaction, stood up from behind the computer, and pointed to the sofa: "You've worked hard; sit down and talk."

This Fang Fang Zong was not tall, looked to be under forty years old, and was quite chubby all over.

Actually, looking at his facial features, his foundation was quite good. Unfortunately, he had become as round as a ball, severely suppressing his appearance.

If he had lost thirty pounds, perhaps he could barely be counted among the handsome middle-aged men.

Seeing Fang Fang Zong walk out and sit on the sofa, Assistant Yan did not sit down to report immediately; instead, he went to the executive desk, first took the boss's teacup, refilled it to seven-tenths full, and placed it before Fang Fang Zong.

Only then did he sit down properly and respectfully.

Assistant Yan briefly recounted the events of the night: the tenant had left as agreed; he had brought Uncle Qing and his subordinates to the site; they set up the ritual altar according to Uncle Qing's requirements; and then Uncle Qing performed the ritual.

After the ritual ended, Uncle Qing told him it was very successful, everything went smoothly, the house had been cleared, and there was absolutely no evil or filth...

After listening, Fang Fang Zong's originally furrowed brows gradually relaxed; he nodded with satisfaction: "Good, good! You've worked hard! Before the New Year, I will give you a big red envelope.

By the way, when Uncle Qing was performing the ritual, you were watching nearby..."

"Boss, I don't really understand these things," Assistant Yan carefully chose his words: "However, watching his ritual process, it seemed to have no major difference from what Old Master Zi did before.

Of course, I don't understand the specifics; I can only see that much."

Fang Fang Zong thought for a moment and said: "Hmm, then there should be no problem. He is Old Master Zi's senior brother; as for his cultivation, it should be stronger than Old Master Zi's."

Assistant Yan thought for a moment: "Then, may I go back first?"

"Go ahead, go back and rest!" Fang Fang Zong said with a smile.

"What about you? Why don't you go back and rest too? It's so late, and there's no one left at the company... Shall I give you a ride home on the way?"

Fang Fang Zong frowned again: "Damn it, I'm not going back! Going back just means noise; I'm hiding here at the company for some peace and quiet."

Speaking thus, Fang Fang Zong couldn't help but complain: "Xiao Yan, tell me, why do women have so many demands? I'm busy out there all day making money, while she stays at home wearing gold and silver, eating and drinking delicacies, yet she still has a bunch of complaints.

I'm tired! Working hard until I'm like a dog just to earn money for her to spend; the harder I work, the more I owe her?"

Assistant Yan smiled awkwardly but kept his mouth tightly shut, refusing to utter a single word.

The boss is complaining about the boss's wife; how can one possibly chime in on such a topic?

Helping the boss badmouth the boss's wife? That's something only a brain-dead person would do.

In a few days, when they make up, I'll be stuck between a rock and a hard place!

Besides...

Assistant Yan sighed inwardly; you're tired my foot.

All the hard and exhausting work, isn't it all me doing it?

Manager Fang was just complaining casually and didn't really expect Assistant Yan to say anything; he simply waved his hand: "Go back, don't come in the morning, get some good sleep, and come to the company this afternoon to pick me up. We'll go to Luo Yun Zhai together; I need to return a gift."

"Alright."

Assistant Yan agreed and turned to leave...

A sudden abnormality occurred!

Boom!!

The ceiling above, likely aged and neglected due to lack of repair, or perhaps damaged by poor material quality, suddenly collapsed in a large section.

At the sound of that boom, the room filled with clattering as a chaotic mess of ceiling panels crashed down from the sky!

One piece nearly grazed Assistant Yan's nose before smashing onto the ground right in front of his toes!

A large portion of the ceiling collapsed, including falling fluorescent tubes!

This sudden incident terrified both men in the room!

Manager Fang, who had been sitting on the sofa, was unaffected; his first reaction was to shrink his body backward.

Only now, as he came to his senses, did Manager Fang instinctively blurt out a curse.

"Holy crap!!"

He looked at his office, now a complete mess, with the floor covered in shattered ceiling panels, wires, pipes, and broken glass...

Then he looked at Assistant Yan, who was standing stiffly, completely stunned.

Manager Fang stood up trembling: "Xiao Yan! You... are you okay?"

He hurried over and supported Assistant Yan: "Did you get hurt?"

He looked Assistant Yan up and down; he appeared to be completely unharmed.

Assistant Yan made no reaction—he was truly scared stiff and hadn't come to his senses yet.

Only after the boss patted his arm and body a few times did he snap out of it, at which point he began to feel his legs go weak.

He looked at the object right in front of his toes...

It was just a few centimeters off!

The spot where it fell, compared to where he was standing, differed by less than two or three centimeters!

If there hadn't been that difference, and it had landed directly on his head...

Well, it certainly wouldn't have killed him.

But it would have undoubtedly smashed his head open, leaving his face a bloody mess!

"Man... Manager Fang, I'm fine, I'm fine." Assistant Yan came to his senses, and his thoughts finally began to work: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine! Holy crap!" Manager Fang angrily scratched his scalp: "This damn building! The renovation is so old! I'll complain to the property management tomorrow! Make them compensate! Damn it! Holy crap!!"

Then he looked at the mess on the ground in front of Assistant Yan; Manager Fang's eyes widened as he realized: "Holy crap! Xiao Yan! You have great luck, you're so lucky!

The things that fell down were just a hair's breadth from injuring you!

Holy crap, what luck!!"

Assistant Yan swallowed hard, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck his mind!

He suddenly reached into his chest and pulled a small cloth bundle from his inner shirt pocket.

As he opened it and poured out the contents, Assistant Yan's hands began to tremble!

That piece of inferior Bai Yu...

At this moment, had already shattered into several pieces!!

Manager Fang, with his sharp eyes, saw it and instinctively let out an "Eh?", quickly reaching out to grab Assistant Yan's wrist.

"A protective jade pendant?" Manager Fang knew his stuff and recognized it at a glance.

"Yes." Assistant Yan's face was pale.

"Where did you get it?"

"Some... someone gave it to me a couple of days ago."

Manager Fang's expression suddenly turned serious; he pulled Assistant Yan a few steps away, dragging him to the wall, then stared at him: "How did this jade pendant break?"

"I... I don't know. When it was given to me two days ago, it was still fine. I... I didn't pay attention to it, so I just casually put it in my shirt pocket..."

Manager Fang's eyes suddenly lit up; he asked with a particularly serious tone: "Xiao Yan! Think carefully! You put this jade pendant in your shirt pocket... over these past two days, did you accidentally damage it?

For instance, did you fall down, or bump into someone, or something like that?

Did you?"

Assistant Yan took a deep breath, thought carefully, and then firmly shook his head: "No, absolutely not.

You know me, boss; I am usually extremely cautious in my actions and movements..."

Manager Fang's expression became even more dramatic: "Then, it must be that this jade pendant just protected you from a calamity!!"

He saw the flesh on Manager Fang's chubby face suddenly begin to tremble.

"Xiao Yan! Xiao Yan! This is a master! The person who gave you the jade pendant must be a master!

Who is this person? How do you know them?! Quickly, quickly tell me!!"

Assistant Yan felt a bit nervous due to the boss's excited demeanor.

"Manager Fang, this person—you actually know him. He's the tenant who rented the house I went to perform the ritual in tonight."

"Tenant?" Manager Fang also blinked in surprise.

But he immediately had a thought: "Tenant... tenant..."

"That makes sense!"

"Maybe he's truly a master!"

"Who else would dare rent a haunted house?"

"I thought he was just a fool with too much courage, but I didn't expect..."

"I've met a master!"

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