Tomb Raider: The Fox's Ways to Seducing the Kirin

Of course, Cheng Ji didn't really ask the driver to take them all the way back. After all, they did have their own independent one-bedroom apartment. Just asking them to go back like that would be more or less impolite, not to mention the issue of where to accommodate them.

After putting the driver back in the position he had crawled out of when he came, the driver's position became vacant temporarily. But with ready-made labor, how could Cheng Ji do it himself?

"Uncle Hei, would you please condescend to drive the car?" Cheng Ji filled the dirt on the driver's head, patted the dust off his hands, and suggested with a smile.

Hei Xiazi's eyebrows jumped suddenly, and he turned his head to lean against the car door, looking at Cheng Ji and Zhang Qiling who were about to open the back door and get in the car with a half-smile: "I say, Master Cheng, are you so cruel? I am still a patient, and you are enslaving me like this?"

Cheng Ji raised his eyebrows and looked at the black blind man in front of him who seemed to be unbearable in wealth and power, and stretched out his hand to count.

When Hei Xia Zi saw Cheng Ji's number of two, his smile became much more sincere, and he looked at Cheng Ji with hope in his eyes: "Two thousand dollars?"

The smile on Cheng Ji's face instantly disappeared. Although he often acted like a money-giving boy and made things that cost money, this did not stop him from thinking that giving Hei Xia Zi two thousand dollars might as well be used to feed a dog.

Thinking of this, Cheng Ji held the car door with his hand, and looked at Hei Xiazi expressionlessly. Even his voice was flat: "Two dollars, what kind of black car starts at two thousand?"

Hei Xiazi bargained, "Two hundred?"

Just as Cheng Ji was about to sit in, he heard Hei Xia Zi's shameless speech. He looked up and smiled sinisterly, "I will remove the talisman from your body now. Your resentment will corrode your heart and lungs, turning you into a zombie. You still have to listen to me, and it's free. What do you think, Mr. Hei?"

“………I think two dollars is pretty good. I’m a blind man and I just need two dollars.” The blind man was flexible and responded with a smile, his expression changing faster than turning the pages of a book.

"I owe it to you." Cheng Ji nodded with satisfaction, threw down these two words, and pulled Zhang Qiling into the car.

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This was the first time that Hei Xia Zi encountered such a cruel employer, but he had no way to deal with him. He could only grit his teeth and curse while preparing himself mentally outside the car. Then he put on a smile, opened the driver's door and sat in.

Fortunately, there was not much distance left to go back from here, because the talisman on Hei Xia Zi had a time limit, so the three of them did not stop to rest and drove straight back to the small courtyard outside Changsha City.

Following Cheng Ji's instructions, Hei Xia Zi turned left and right and finally found the right place.

Brake, turn off the engine, and get out.

"This yard... is so shabby. Did the Cheng family go bankrupt? Why did you build such a shabby yard?" Hei Xia Zi couldn't help but express his true thoughts after getting out of the car.

Cheng Ji retorted speechlessly: "I can't go bankrupt even if you have no money in your pocket."

“………So why do you come here? Aren’t you going into the city?” Hei Xia Zi listened to the familiar nonsense remarks made by the little bastard and cleverly changed the subject. Unexpectedly, he was faced with a gun.

Cheng Ji, who already had no home to return to, became even angrier after hearing what Hei Xia Zi said: "The dog that Patriarch Zhang kept was not well-trained and was let out to bite people. If you want to experience it, you can go to the city now to have a look."

A dog raised by a mute? According to what the little bastard said, he must have offended someone. If it is related to the mute...

This Changsha City has something to do with the mute, and Cheng Ji is not in a position to take action, so I'm afraid Zhang Qiling is the only one who can do it.

Well, you know what, that’s quite apt.

Hei Xia Zi didn't have much dealings with Zhang Qishan, and he just thought of him as a generous man. But after a few contacts, he naturally had a general idea of ​​what this man was like.

If he were to comment, that would be it.

Zhang Qishan doesn't look like a member of the Zhang family at all.

He has calculations and flattery that the Zhang family has never had. Maybe other Zhang family members also have calculations, but they are almost all about blood and ability. Only Zhang Qishan, who founded the Nine Gates under the banner of the Zhang family, has everything managed by his group of personal soldiers from the Zhang family, who calculate every step and are very calculating.

Hei Xia Zi had seen the personal soldiers under Zhang Qishan. When there was some work that was inconvenient for the Zhang family to do, they would hire Hei Xia Zi to do it.

So when he saw several familiar adjutants and bodyguards of Zhang Qishan walking out of the yard, his first reaction was to pull the two men who had just got off the car back into the car.

But he was shocked the next second. When several members of the Zhang family saw Cheng Ji and Zhang Qiling, they came forward directly.

"The patriarch is back."

"Clan leader, Master Cheng."

"Master Cheng, please go in quickly. Miss Xiaoli estimated that you would be back around time, so she is waiting in the reception hall." Zhang Rishan bowed and conveyed Xiaoli's words.

Cheng Ji nodded, turned his head and looked at Hei Xia Zi who was still standing there in a daze, and reminded him with a smile: "Let's go, Hei Ye? Do you think I should treat you?"

"........."

You don't care about him at all. Next time you should let this little bastard die outside and put an end to it once and for all.

Playing is fun, but business is more important. A few people hurried into the yard and walked towards the reception hall.

Xiao Li was sitting in the reception hall wearing a bright red cheongsam. She was not at all surprised at their return.

When he saw Hei Xia Zi coming in, he nodded in a friendly manner as a greeting.

Cheng Ji pointed to the wooden bed that had been prepared in the reception hall, and said to Hei Xia Zi, "I will help you get rid of your grudge here in a while."

Hei Xia Zi nodded in confusion, as if he didn't realize why he had to be in the reception hall. But out of trust in Cheng Ji, he still walked over and sat on the wooden bed, just about to lie down.

But Cheng Ji stopped him and said, "Wait a minute."

Cheng Ji looked at Hei Xia Zi, raised his eyebrows, and said shockingly: "Take it off."

“……?” Hei Xia Zi’s face froze. He reached out to pick his ears, thinking that he had not heard clearly, and asked the boy to repeat it again.

Cheng Ji smiled and spoke again: "Take it off, how can you get rid of the resentment if you don't take it off completely?"