In the morning, Qingmu went to the community's psychological counseling room as usual.
As soon as the door opened, Director Liu from the community came over with someone. " Teacher Qingmu, this Mr. Huang has come looking for you several times, but you were never there. Today I assured him you would definitely come. Look at you, you're really giving your older sister face!"
Qingmu noticed a middle-aged man following behind Director Liu. He looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place him.
The man approached and said, "It's been a long time, Teacher Qingmu," and handed over a business card.
When Qingmu saw the name Huang Ziqiang on the business card, along with the title "Chairman of West Mountain Hot Springs Resort," he remembered that he had met this man once when Jiang Deqian died. Jiang Deqian to die, and if this guy hadn't indirectly saved Bi Shenghua and Hu Xing with a single sentence, his fate wouldn't have been much better than Jiang Deqian's.
Qingmu naturally didn't give him a friendly look. Remembering Hou Biao's words, he asked, " Jiang Deqian have an older brother?"
Huang Ziqiang was taken aback when he saw Qingmu ask this question immediately, and said after a moment of surprise, "Yes, his name is Jiang Deguan."
"You were sent by him?" Qingmu had a preconceived notion that Huang Ziqiang and the Jiang Brothers were in cahoots.
Huang Ziqiang realized he had misunderstood and said, "No, no, no, how could I be sent by him? Besides, although I, Huang Ziqiang, am not a big shot, I am still a person of some standing in the Three Wu area. How could I be someone that Jiang Deguan can do whatever he wants to me!"
Director Liu was puzzled; why was there such a tense atmosphere right from the start? He said, "Oh, Teacher Qingmu, you don't know, do you? This old man Huang has come to see you several times, he's so sincere! He even wants to build a health and wellness center in our community!"
Qingmu wasn't interested in any of that, so he asked Huang Ziqiang, "What do you want from me?"
Huang Ziqiang said, "I'm here to get psychological counseling from you."
Seeing that the atmosphere had eased and that they were discussing specific matters, Director Liu said, "You two keep talking, I'll be going now." As he left, he glanced back at Qingmu with a worried look, adding, "Hey Mr. Huang, the community investment is settled!"
Qingmu shrugged and said to Huang Ziqiang, "What's the point of you trying to please the older women in our community? I'm just a temporary worker, the kind who doesn't even get paid."
Huang Ziqiang said, "It's not that I'm trying to curry favor. I've been investing in the health and elderly care industry. I didn't know much about Liuying Lane before, and my impression of it was that it was dirty and chaotic. But after visiting a few times recently, I've discovered that it's a treasure trove. Not only does it have good feng shui, but it also preserves many old buildings and traditions. If it's properly developed, it has great value."
Qingmu, uninterested in investment or development, interrupted, "Alright, just tell me straight. What do you want from me? You don't seem to have any psychological problems."
Huang Ziqiang said, "It wasn't me, it was a friend. He has some mental issues and wanted you to go see him."
Qingmu said, "Mental health issues should be addressed by going to the hospital for examination first. Why are you coming to me?"
Huang Ziqiang said, "We've been to all the hospitals, but they couldn't find anything wrong."
Qingmu said, "Tell me what symptoms you have first."
Huang Ziqiang said, "He keeps having nightmares, saying that someone in his dreams wants to kill him. It's a bit like paranoia, and he has a very volatile temper."
"Oh?" Qingmu was startled, immediately remembering the mind intruder. "Who is your friend? Tell me the details."
Huang Ziqiang remained silent, only asking, "Is there any cure for this condition?"
Qingmu said, "How am I supposed to know if there's a cure if you don't tell me anything? Why don't you bring the person over so I can take a look?"
Huang Ziqiang hesitated for a moment before saying, "To be honest, this man is a big shot. He lives in North America and came to Wuzhong to recuperate. He's booked my entire resort. If you're not confident, it's best not to mess with him."
Qingmu understood; Huang Ziqiang wanted to use his abilities to make connections with important figures, no wonder he was so eager to please. However, he wasn't particularly concerned about that; what he cared about was whether that person had been subjected to a mind invasion like Xia Wenyuan. From the perspective of an important figure, that person was indeed a perfect target for invasion.
"Then take me to see it," Qingmu said.
Huang Ziqiang was still somewhat hesitant. Although he had witnessed Qingmu's bizarre abilities on the night Jiang Deqian died, and the way Jiang Deqian died made him shudder at the mere thought of it, the person who booked the West Mountain Hot Springs Resort was the leader of the North America Chinese gang. Logically speaking, Huang Ziqiang didn't even have the right to know about such a thing.
Huang Ziqiang was a man of the streets and a businessman. He knew this was an opportunity, but the risks were huge; he could lose his life if things went wrong. But if Qingmu really had a way, even if it was just to alleviate the person's condition, then Huang Ziqiang would have climbed the social ladder.
He had, of course, done his homework, spending considerable effort to uncover Qingmu's background, but found nothing. However, there were two things he had only just learned: first, a major incident had occurred in Mianyue, the infamous Wu Suotun was finished, and Qingmu happened to be in Southern Yunnan those days; second, Qingmu had been entering and leaving the Xia Family's private estate several times. At first, Huang Ziqiang thought it was because of the policewoman, but upon closer inspection, it didn't make sense. That estate wasn't a place that even a direct descendant of the Xia Family Xia Family.
Huang Ziqiang was extremely grateful that he had blocked Jiang Deqian's attack, saving the lives of the two women; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Huang Ziqiang hesitated for a long time before finally making up his mind. He said, "Okay, Mr. Qingmu, I'll take you to see him. If you're confident after the examination, you can proceed with the treatment. If not, just say a few polite words and we'll leave. Regardless of whether the treatment works or not, I won't shortchange you a single penny. Is that alright?" He added, "Give me your account number, and I'll transfer 200,000 yuan to you as a deposit. You can discuss the rest after you've seen him."
Qingmu said, "Let's see first."
Huang Ziqiang said, "Then I'll go back and prepare."
Knowing that he was timid and needed to greet the important person first, Qingmu smiled and said, "I'm always ready."
In the afternoon, Huang Ziqiang arrived in his Mercedes-Benz- Benz, saying he had already made arrangements with the important person, and then took Qingmu to the West Mountain Hot Springs Resort.
The resort was deserted; apart from the security guards at the gate, there was hardly anyone to be seen. Huang Ziqiang explained that the important figure preferred peace and quiet, so he had booked the entire resort, leaving only a few essential service personnel, and replacing all the bodyguards and other staff with his own people.
Upon entering the most luxurious and best-located hot spring villa in the resort, Qingmu finally met this so-called important figure.
The important man's William Wolf, whose Chinese name was Hong Zhenlong. He was a Canadian citizen of Chinese descent whose ancestors had lived in Canada for several generations. Although he had largely maintained his Chinese heritage, one could still see some mixed-race features, especially his son standing beside him.
His son's Hong Kui, and his English name is also Kui—Kui Wolf. Hong Kui is very tall, probably close to two meters, and very strong. He reminds Qingmu of Shaquille O'Neal, except one is black and the other is Asian, somewhat like a Native American.
The only thing Qingmu didn't expect was that William Wolf, the supposedly largest Chinese gang leader in North America, was actually bound to a bed with restraints, just like those severely violent patients in a mental hospital.
When Qingmu was allowed to approach, Old William, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth as if to bite, like a wild beast that had spotted its prey. Although he was old, his muscles were still strong, and the restraints on his body were taut. The whole bed shook violently as he struggled.
Qingmu saw his eyes gradually turn from black to blue, and long fangs were revealed in his mouth.