Dusk.
Zhang Yuanqing dragged his exhausted body home in a taxi.
After leaving the International Building, he detoured to the villa in Fu Family Bay, handed the cash to Fu Qingyang, and asked the wealthy young master to transfer it into Yuanshi Tianzun's account.
Next, he came clean to him about his deal with Mr. Bill, then called Guan Ya and invited her to Fu Family Bay to spar in hand-to-hand combat.
Whenever he encountered a crisis and endured a beating, Zhang Yuanqing would always erupt with an unyielding drive to push forward.
Fu Qingyang's observations of him had been remarkably meticulous.
At the dining table, Zhang Yuanqing chewed on the sweet, greasy, slightly sour sweet-and-sour pork and asked, "Grandmother, is Cousin working overtime again?"
Grandmother picked up a piece of spring bamboo shoot and replied blandly, "Your Aunt-in-law took him out for social calls."
"Oh my, how strange! Sister-in-law took my dear nephew out for social calls?" Aunt cried in an exaggerated tone.
The delicate sister-in-law taking the steady, mature nephew out for social calls sounded as absurd as an unreliable older brother taking his nephew out to start a business.
Grandmother wore the expression she always had when discussing gossip. Though she was clearly at home, she instinctively lowered her voice. "In a few days, Songhai's official circles are going to be hit by an earthquake."
After saying that, she saw her daughter and grandson both put on expressions of not understanding but feeling impressed. Instantly satisfied, she continued, "I heard a lot of people in the public security system are going to suffer. Plenty of positions will open up then. As for Yuan Jun, you all know that he's worked diligently over the years and earned quite a few merits, but it's hard to rise through the