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Before the middle-aged man could ask more questions, the man took the initiative to propose, with a firm voice that could not be refused, "It's inconvenient to talk here, follow me, and everything will be clear."

After saying that, he turned around and strode towards a narrow alley, his back looking particularly confident.

The middle-aged man looked at the gradually receding figure, hesitating and struggling in his heart. After a moment, it seemed that the last glimmer of hope in despair prompted him to make up his mind. He gritted his teeth and took the step to follow.

The two walked through the streets and alleys, and finally stopped in front of an old house with an unremarkable appearance and signs of time.

The furnishings in the house are simple, but they exude an inexplicable attraction.

"Sit anywhere."

The man sat down in the most conspicuous position in the middle of the room and gave an order casually, as if he was already accustomed to such a dominant position.

The middle-aged man's heart was in full swing, and his mind was full of the quick way to get rich that the other party mentioned. Seeing that the other party was slow to get to the point, he couldn't help but get anxious and asked urgently: "Is the way to make money you mentioned before really feasible?"

"Oh?"

The man leisurely poured himself a cup of tea, raised it and took a sip. His unhurried manner made him seem even more mysterious.

"Yes, that's the way to make money..."

"Indeed, there is such a way. As long as you are skillful, you can earn a hundred taels of silver in one opportunity, which is enough to cover all your gambling debts."

The man's words were calm and powerful, like a stone, falling heavily into the middle-aged man's heart.

"One hundred... one hundred taels!"

The middle-aged man gasped. The huge amount was unbelievable to him.

"good."

The other party's concise response added a bit of firmness.

"How does it work?"

The middle-aged man's breathing became rapid, and his urgency was evident in his words.

"I heard that you work at the Sanbao Weaving Factory, is that right?"

The other person's voice was slow and rhythmic, and it seemed that every sentence was carefully designed.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, feeling mixed emotions.

Once upon a time, he was also a diligent worker. The salary he earned with his own hands was enough to provide food and clothing for his family, and everyone in the village envied him.

However, ever since he accidentally set foot in a casino, the desire for unknown excitement has been entangled with him like a poisonous snake, making him slide into the abyss step by step. Until today, he is heavily in debt, and the mere fifty taels of silver seems to be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

The family savings were devoured by his gambling addiction, and now the mysterious man in front of him seems to be the only ray of light in his dark life.

The man carefully took out a package from his lapel and gently placed it on the table, with a hint of mystery in his movements.

"You just need to quietly put this thing into every dye vat in the weaving factory."

The middle-aged man stared at the package. Although he didn't understand why, his intuition told him that the items in the package were definitely not simple.

"What the hell is that?"

He asked relentlessly.

"You don't need to know this. Just do as I say, and the hundred taels of silver will fall into your pocket."

The other party's tone was full of unquestionable confidence.

Seeing his hesitation, the man added weight to his words at the right time: "Don't forget the gambling debt you owe. Those people in the casino are ruthless and have endless means. For them, dealing with people like you is just a small matter. If you can't pay it back, I'm afraid you won't be able to see the sunshine next month."

Survival and destruction, two completely different paths, diverged before his eyes.

The decision didn't seem difficult, but when I thought about the factory owner's usual care for me, I couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

This hesitation did not escape the other party's sharp eyes. He frowned slightly, then took out two heavy silver ingots from his arms and gently placed them on the table, making a crisp sound.

"This is an advance payment to you. You will be paid the balance after the task is completed."

The silver shone with an alluring luster, like the brightest star in the night sky, instantly breaking the middle-aged man's last line of defense.

"Ok."

He finally gave in.

Seeing this, the man smiled with satisfaction.

The middle-aged man put the silver and the package in his pocket and left the old house with mixed feelings.

Soon, an inconspicuous side door outside the house quietly opened, and a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes walked out.

"Master."

Qian Yunqing suppressed his usual arrogance and greeted in a low voice.

"Pay attention to his movements. There can't be any mistakes."

There was a cold flash in his eyes. Obviously, he didn't want to leave the Wu family any chance to fight back.

"understood."

The response was brief and crisp.

On the other side, the lights in the Sanbao Weaving Factory were dim. Zhao Si found an excuse to send away Uncle Liang who was concerned about him and began to implement the secret plan.

"Uncle Liang, you are not feeling well. Please go inside and take a rest. I will take care of this place."

Zhao Si's tone was firm and did not allow for rebuttal.

Uncle Liang couldn't persuade him, so he smiled and reminded him: "Then you must check carefully."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Holding an oil lamp, Zhao Si walked into the dark factory. It was silent all around, with only his lonely figure moving under the dim light.

When he walked to the fuel pool, he quickly looked around and made sure that no one was watching. Then he quickly took out the small paper bag in his arms and carefully poured the white powder inside into each pool.

After finishing, he put away the paper bag as if nothing had happened and continued his inspection. Everything seemed normal.

However, the next morning, when Zhao Si appeared stealthily outside the gate of a manor, his heart full of anxiety and expectation, after confirming that no one was watching him, he knocked on the door leading to his dream of wealth.

The guard inside the door heard the agreed signal and opened the door quietly.

When they saw it was him, they tacitly let him pass.

Following the winding path, Zhao Si was led to the depths of the manor, and Qian Yunqing's figure came into view.

Zhao Si looked at the man who planned his fate, feeling nervous but also excited. "I have done what you said. Where is the remaining money?"

The imaginary silver seemed to be jumping before his eyes. He secretly calculated that once he paid off his gambling debts, he could try again and perhaps win back everything he had lost.

"Oh, is it so?"

Qian Yunqing still maintained that unfathomable smile, as if everything was under his control.

"Where's the silver?"

Zhao Si couldn't wait to ask, greed and fear intertwined in his heart.

Qian Yunqing gently hooked his finger, motioning him to come closer.

Zhao Si ran over with full of anticipation. Just as he was about to arrive, suddenly, a sharp dagger appeared out of thin air in Qian Yunqing's hand. Without any hesitation, he stabbed it into Zhao Si's abdomen.

"you……"

Zhao Si lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the cold dagger in front of his chest, his pupils suddenly dilated with fear.

"Go to the underworld to collect the remaining money."

Qian Yunqing spat out these words coldly, like a verdict from hell.

As the dagger was pulled out, Zhao Si's body collapsed weakly, and the last breath of life dissipated, leaving only despair and cold reality.

"Someone is coming."