The system is invincible, but this kitten is very depressed

During the trip to Kyoto on the 1st, the steward of Xuanbao Pavilion came and said that the clerk who was guarding the jewelry was set up as a trap and was able to steal it.

Boss Zhang also went to check, and there was indeed no trace of theft. He asked who had set the trap, and he followed the clues and pointed the finger at Xuanbaoge's archenemy, Pinyage.

Boss Zhang originally wanted to steal, no, teach them a lesson, but when is the time to retaliate, in the end Boss Zhang chose to educate them verbally.

Wearing a ghost mask, he appeared in the room of shopkeeper Pinyage and gave him kind words. In the end, shopkeeper Pinyage was moved to tears. He not only returned the jewelry but also sent a thousand taels of apology to express that he would never dare to do it again. Boss Zhang was very moved. Rejoiced.

The news came to Kyoto on the 1st that day, and Boss Zhang was silent for a day.

There was confusion in his eyes. They all had their own destinations, and she went round and round and returned to the starting point. She was alone again. After thinking for a long time, maybe her life was a lonely journey, just like coming here alone. Just like this other world, all the mortal world is just a passerby.

He looked up at the moon. After fifteen, the moon began to disappear. Everything will not be perfect forever.

"Are you a monkey? Come down quickly!" Butler Han raised his head and shouted to Boss Zhang who had been squatting in the tree all day.

Seeing that Boss Zhang didn't respond, he began to threaten, "If you don't come down, I will throw away your money tree!"

hateful! He actually wanted to use his money tree to manipulate him! He will not give in!

Boss Zhang is determined to see who dares to throw away his money tree!

There was no sound from behind for a long time. Boss Zhang became a little uneasy. He secretly glanced back but could not see Butler Han. He asked Da Cai, who had just finished his shift with Da Fu, "Where are the others?"

Da Cai put one hand on the stone table and yawned. When he heard Boss Zhang's question, he came back to his senses, "Ah? The butler, he's gone!"

Boss Zhang fell down from the tree with a whoosh and sprinted for 100 meters towards the main courtyard. The money tree was the only thing he bought for this house. He usually looked at it twice when he went out. Although it didn't look good, it looked good. How could it be pulled out?

When I came to the courtyard, I saw Butler Han pointing his little finger at the best-growing money tree and asking someone to dig it up. However, the two people next to him were holding shovels and looked embarrassed. Boss Zhang quickly braked and hid.

"Butler, this is not good! This is my pet peeve!"

"Do it! If you dig him, he will only blame me and won't do anything to you. But if you don't dig, I will deduct three months of your wages!"

The two of them looked at each other, and they were in a dilemma, but they still didn't dare to take the shovel. One was their superior leader, and the other was their superior leader. Offending either one would be too much for them, so they could only implement the dragging tactics.

"Butler, we don't dare you to come!" His face almost turned into embarrassment.

How could Butler Han, a noble man, carry such a vulgar thing as a shovel? So he said: "Bring a pair of scissors!"

"Stop!" Boss Zhang appeared in time to stop the three people who were making trouble without reason.

"You three! What are you doing with this tree? What are you two doing with a shovel so late at night? Why don't you go to bed quickly?" Boss Zhang raised his chin at them.

The two looked at each other and fled the scene quickly.

After dealing with them both, Boss Zhang turned around and warned someone, "I'm telling you, don't touch my money tree! Whoever dares to touch me, I will -"

Damn, this man is eager to kick him out. The little salary is not enough for him to buy a cloak. He said that if he works for five years, it will not be changed to ten years. It will damage Zhang's image as the richest man. How to deal with this?

"What do you think?" Butler Han mocked.

It was really tiring to fight with this kind of person, so it was better for Yun'er to stay quietly under the tree for a while and then left. Boss Zhang thought for a moment and said humbly: "I'll add Coptis chinensis to his medicine!"

"Then I'll cut down the tree."

The two sides' eyes were facing each other, with sparks and lightning, neither letting go of the other.

In the end, it was Boss Zhang who came first to calm down the atmosphere. He was going to be the richest man, and he had to be very generous and not be able to argue with ordinary people.

Boss Zhang stepped forward and patted Butler Han's shoulder heavily, showing a smile, "Butler Han, it's just a small matter that won't ruin our friendship. Let's each take a step back. I won't add Coptis chinensis to your medicine, and neither will you." Don’t touch my money tree, okay?”

"Yes, yes, but you can't do what you did today in the future. What are you talking about? If you have something to say, let's talk about it and let's work together to find a solution. It's better than hiding in a tree without saying a word and being in a daze, which can neither solve the problem nor affect others."

"Don't worry, it won't happen again. It's just this once."

Butler Han looked at Boss Zhang in silence for a while, "What happened?"

Boss Zhang shook his head and pushed him back to the house, "It's nothing, don't think too much about it, go back to sleep."

Seeing him entering the house, Boss Zhang went back to the room, changed into black, jumped out of the window, and headed towards Ning Yue Mansion with his sword.

Arriving at the Fucheng warehouse, Boss Zhang collected the money and picked up the list while reading and buying. When he saw the last line, he paused and smiled.

"Elixir for resurrecting the dead? It's interesting. The leader of the Qinglong Gang dares to write down even this. It seems that his status is not low! Now is the time when we are short of money, so I should give it first."

Boss Zhang flew to a small courtyard in the east of the city, which was the place agreed upon above. As soon as he arrived in the courtyard, he saw a room with lights on and the figure of that person printed on the window.

Falling in the darkness, Boss Zhang's figure appeared, and then a man in a red and black evil ghost mask wearing a black cloak came out of the darkness. After glancing at the two guards guarding the door, he entered the room and was greeted by He is a middle-aged uncle wearing brown brocade clothes with broad cheekbones. Next to him is the leader of the Qinglong Gang.

When the leader of the Qinglong Gang saw the visitor, he immediately stood up to greet him, "Your Excellency is here, sit down quickly! This is the person who is asking for medicine."

The middle-aged man raised his hand to the ghost-faced man and poured him a cup of tea, "Your Excellency, please!"

The ghost-faced man sat down and asked directly: "What kind of medicine do you want? What do you mean by a dead person?"

Seeing that the other party got right to the point, the middle-aged man stopped making any fuss, "The elixir I am asking for must be able to wake up the stupor. Stupor means that the human soul leaves the body, but the body is still alive."

Vegetative state? This is a bit difficult to deal with, and no effective treatment plan has been developed in the past life.

"Tell me more about that person!"

"This man is twenty-five years old. He fell from a height and injured his head when he was twenty years old. He never woke up again. He invited many famous doctors and Taoist priests to come for treatment, but it never worked. He could only live day by day. Massage his flesh to prevent stiffness.”

The cause is very common, and the brain function is severely damaged, which is probably the case in previous lives. There are rare cases of people recovering from a vegetative state.

"I can try it, but I can't guarantee that I can revive it."

"I understand what you mean, how sure are you?"

The ghost-faced man thought for a moment and said, "About 50%."

The middle-aged man's body trembled, his eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "Seriously?"

The ghost-faced man nodded slightly, "I wonder how much you can give me?"

"If you are willing to treat me, I will give you 10,000 taels of gold. If he wakes up, I will pay you 100,000 taels of gold!"

The ghost-faced man shook his head slowly, "Not enough!"

The middle-aged man suspected that the other party wanted to open his mouth to the lion and said with anger, "Sir, one hundred thousand taels of gold is already a sky-high price!"

"I have no profit. If your price cannot satisfy me, I will have no choice but to give up on this deal."

The middle-aged man stared at the other party angrily, "How much do you want?"

"I won't bid, and you only have one chance to bid."

The middle-aged man's voice was somewhat dissatisfied, "Three hundred thousand taels of gold."

The ghost-faced man was silent for a while, then nodded and said: "Deal!"

On the morning of the next day, the middle-aged man led the ghost-faced man to the backyard of a certain mansion. He walked through the winding corridor. The ghost-faced man glanced around. There were rockeries, flowing water, pavilions, pavilions and winding corridors. They paid attention to an elegance, which was better than that of the Qinglong Gang. Help the master’s family to live a more refined life.

After the maid informed, the ghost-faced man followed the middle-aged man and stepped in. As soon as he entered the room, there was a strong aroma of medicine, and the middle-aged man stopped outside a bead curtain.

Inside the bead curtain, a woman in plain clothes was wearing a large brocade-patterned cloak with a fur collar. She was leaning against a recliner, looking sadly at the sleeping man on the recliner with his eyes closed.

The middle-aged man bowed to the person inside the curtain, and then said softly: "Miss, this is the person recommended by me. This person has various rare and rare medicines, and he is 50% sure that he can cure the young master."

The woman in plain clothes straightened up and looked at the ghost-faced man wearing a black gauze hat outside the bead curtain. Her voice was soft and delicate, "Do you really mean what you said?"

The ghost-faced man said calmly: "Fifty percent is just a probability. I can't guarantee that he will wake up."