Chapter 530: Negotiation

*Snap*, the other party hung up the phone. Zhou Jihai—no, it should be Zhou Cheng'en—collapsed powerlessly to the ground. After a long while, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he stood up abruptly.

"A Fu, what do you think of this person, Zhou Jihai?" After leaving Yalong Group, Chen Yu asked.

He could now communicate with A Fu through consciousness. A Fu, having been enlightened by Chen Yu, was now diligently cultivating, striving for Spirit-to-Form Transformation. Once he achieved great success, he would be able to walk in the world in human form, but there was still a distance to go, so he did not usually manifest himself.

Hearing Chen Yu ask this, A Fu replied, "This kid definitely has problems. He is at least eighty years old, but why he would appear before us in the image of a middle-aged man, we have no way of knowing."

"If one has achieved success in cultivation, or has accidentally obtained Spirit Medicine, it is possible for a person to remain forever young, or even to return to their youth," Chen Yu pondered. "But neither of these situations is manifested in this guy."

"The feeling he gives people is a sense of death. That aura is very weak, the kind that only an elderly person in their twilight years could emit. As for why it would appear on him, I have no way of knowing," A Fu said.

"Right, the feeling is indeed that of an elderly person in their twilight years," Chen Yu said, knitting his brows. "What exactly is going on here?"

"Why not go ask Zhou Jimin? Perhaps he knows the reason for this," A Fu said.

"Mm, I'll make contact with him and see what the situation is," Chen Yu nodded.

"Chen Yu, this is Zhou Nan." Just at this moment, Chen Yu's phone rang; it was Zhou Nan calling.

"Zhou Nan, what's wrong?" Chen Yu heard her tone was somewhat hesitant, as if there was something she wanted to say but couldn't bring herself to, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Wu Dali asked me to meet today to discuss things. I... I'm a little scared," Zhou Nan hesitated.

"What are you afraid of? Could that kid possibly dare to stir up trouble?" Chen Yu sneered. "If he dares to trouble you again, I'll cripple him."

"I know he wouldn't dare to stir up trouble, but... I'm still a little afraid. I know this person; it's impossible for him to let me go free," Zhou Nan sighed.

"How about this, I'll go with you. Where are you? I'll come pick you up." Chen Yu heard the fear in her tone.

"I'm at my restaurant. Thank you, Chen Yu," Zhou Nan said, very gratefully.

Truth be told, being alone out here and having long since cut off contact with her family, she had no backbone when encountering such things.

But with Chen Yu accompanying her, she felt much more at ease.

"Have you contacted your family?" On the road, seeing the look of unease on Zhou Nan's face, Chen Yu couldn't help but ask.

"I have." Zhou Nan nodded. She said somewhat sorrowfully, "I called home, and my mom cried after she picked up the phone."

"My dad started scolding me, and as he scolded, he cried too. I haven't made a single call home in all these years. Mom fell into a serious illness because of me, and my relatives back home have also been asking about me."

As Zhou Nan spoke, tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. She murmured, "I really shouldn't have been like that. I was so stupid back then, cutting off contact with my family for the sake of a scumbag."

"They are your kin who raised you for over twenty years," Chen Yu sighed and said. "This isn't your fault either. You were young then and didn't know how to distinguish right from wrong. But you must know that your parents have lived longer than you; they can tell whether a person is worth entrusting your life to."

"Yes, I really regret not listening to them back then. Now that they've heard about what I've been through here, my older brother, my younger brother, my two uncles, my dad, and my uncle have all rushed over," Zhou Nan said, tears flowing. "I really feel very warm."

"Alright, it's not too late to figure it out now." Chen Yu smiled, then said seriously, "Was it Wang Dali who asked you to go today?"

"Yes, he said I must go today, otherwise he won't sign the divorce agreement. He said our joint property needs to be re-divided," Zhou Nan wiped away her tears and said. "Chen Yu, I have no relatives or friends here. I only know you, so I could only come to you."

"It's fine, we aren't outsiders. By the way, what's wrong with that guy Wang Dali? Has he found a backer now? How dare he be so arrogant?" Chen Yu asked, puzzled.

The previous Wang Dali had been scared like a grandson; after all, this matter had been personally inquired about by the wife of the city's top leader, and he hadn't dared to act recklessly.

He had thought this guy was scared out of his wits and would just get the divorce, but only a day later, he had changed his mind again?

"I don't know either. He told me to come over to sign the divorce agreement, said anything else was off the table, and wouldn't say anything else," Zhou Nan shook her head.

"Okay, I know. Don't worry, with me here, he won't dare to do anything to you," Chen Yu said. "I'll make him sign the divorce agreement today, and then make him leave with nothing. This bastard has lived off you like a parasite for so many years; does he still have the face to ask for things?"

Chen Yu drove the car to the location specified by Wang Dali. It was a town quite far out in the suburbs.

Most of the people in the town were from ethnic minorities, their clothing and attire were very vintage, and the buildings in the town were all uniform blue-brick structures.

They arrived at a large courtyard; this was the place where Wang Dali and Zhou Nan had agreed to meet.

The courtyard had blue bricks and green tiles and was very spacious; this was a unique architectural style of some ethnic minorities.

"Heh heh, Zhou Nan, you really did bring this kid along." As soon as the two arrived at the courtyard, an insidious voice came from the side.

Chen Yu turned his head to look and saw Wang Dali walking in from the side. He glared at Chen Yu through gritted teeth, as if he were looking at someone with whom he had a deep, blood-feud hatred.

"Wang Dali, what exactly do you want to do?" Zhou Nan had often been subjected to domestic violence by Wang Dali before, so when she saw him, she couldn't help but take two steps back, her face turning somewhat pale.

"What do I want to do?" Wang Dali said through gritted teeth. "Zhou Nan, you bitch, you're actually carrying on with another man behind my back. Your wings have grown stiff, haven't they? Daring to hook up with another man to mess with me?"

"Wang Dali, I only want to divorce you now. I beg you to sign the divorce agreement. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it all to you." Zhou Nan's tone was bitter; she truly wanted to get rid of Wang Dali as soon as possible.

"Divorce? Sure, heh heh, as long as you agree to leave with nothing and give me that restaurant of yours, I'll sign the divorce agreement for you immediately." Wang Dali wore a helpless expression.

"That restaurant is something I've painstakingly operated for these past few years, and there are many repeat customers. You don't know how to operate it at all; even if I gave it to you, you wouldn't be able to keep it going," Zhou Nan was shocked.

"Either that, or give me fifty thousand yuan every month after the divorce, and I can consider this matter," Wang Dali said insidiously. "Your restaurant is so popular, fifty thousand yuan a month isn't much, right?"