Isabella thought too much.
The minor incident during lunch was rely a casual inquiry from Zhong Shenxiu.
After it ended, he didn’t return to his bedroom for a nap; instead, he went to the study.
The shiny mahogany bookshelves were sporadically filled with so books, appearing sowhat sparse.
In the soarican Federation, knowledge was expensive, and the literacy rate among the poor had never surpassed 5%. Many people could only write their own nas and therefore often fell prey to various scams, being used as innocent scapegoats.
After all, making soone who couldn’t even understand a contract aware of potential pitfalls was exceedingly difficult.
Zhong Shenxiu leaned back in a soft chair, casually pulling out a book titled "An Overview of Religions."
Within this brown, hard-covered book was a record of religions commonly found in the soarican Federation and several large colonies; it was the most comprehensive text he had obtained on the subject.
Of course, most of them were very orthodox churches.
He flipped open a page at random, "...The Si Sui Church worships a deity who governs ti. They believe the deity, nad ’Si Sui,’ in and of itself defines ti... Before its ergence, the world barely had a stable concept of ti, so in a sense, Si Sui is ti itself."
"The followers of Si Sui strictly adhere to the concept of ti; tardiness and delays are extrely intolerable to them... They like to hold large prayer ceremonies at the beginning and end of each month, but this deity, Si Sui, has never bestowed any miracles... The priests proclaim that Si Sui is the oldest deity, and defining ti is his greatest miracle..."
"In addition to the Si Sui Church, the Seven Difficulties God Church is also a recognized orthodox religion by the Federation. It promotes the idea of suffering, asserting that life is inherently about enduring hardships, and only through this can one cleanse oneself of sins. Priests often chose self-flagellation during festivities as a ans of seeking salvation... however, so extremist priests opt to lash others, undoubtedly infringing upon federal law..."
...
"In the Siri Colony, the local natives have a very unique natural belief and totem worship. A sect called ’Voodoo’ is widely spread in Siri and has even been discovered in other continental colonies... As for how these geographically separated, culturally and linguistically diverse, seafaring-incapable natives hold a common faith, it remains an enigma for the religious community to this day..."
"And among the various primitive tribes, the myriad of different objects of worship is as nurous as stars in the sky; just on the Red Soil Continent alone, there have been 92 discovered forms of primitive worship..."
...
"Sirians... Voodoo worship?"
"Mm, as indigenous peoples of the colonies, they may be ignorant, but there might indeed be so mysterious traditions passed down..."
"The Notting Hill family should know sothing about this, right?"
Thinking of this family, a cold smirk appeared on Zhong Shenxiu’s face.
Although the previous intimidation had led to a sort of truce between them, he knew they were still covertly plotting revenge.
They were simply biding their ti, lacking the confidence to take him down.
The mont he ran into trouble, his thriving business and beautiful family would collapse like a castle on a sand dune.
"I wonder if they could bring soone from the mystical side... That might also be an opportunity."
Zhong Shenxiu pondered to himself.
He only wanted to slowly infiltrate the mystical side of this world, not to start off imdiately under high scrutiny.
Like the Special Affairs Bureau!
Within such a major federal agency, there must be extrely powerful extraordinaries, with ans beyond his imagination.
They might even unearth so of Li Wei’s secrets!
But those extraordinaries, who could be hired by a gang, probably wouldn’t be so formidable and could be easily dealt with, thus unlocking the doors to a new world.
After contemplating these matters, Zhong Shenxiu put the book back on the shelf and returned to his bedroom to rest.
When evening ca and night descended, he had a lavish dinner with his family. Then, protected by his scar-faced bodyguard, he made his way to the Whisperer Bar.
The bar was livelier than ever today, with an increased number of well-dressed gentlen.
Clad in a white shirt and black vest, Zhong Shenxiu looked around the bar with interest, observing the myriad of life’s dramas unfolding.
Suddenly, following the gaze of the n in the room, Ms. Zhu Li once again entered the Whisperer Bar.
"Welco, beautiful lady, the whole bar lights up with your arrival!"
Zhong Shenxiu revealed a hint of a smile.
"What do you recomnd today?"
Julie took off her black gloves and placed them on the bar, asking casually.
It seed she indeed loved the cocktails here.
"La Belle Da Sans rci!"
Zhong Shenxiu deftly combined egg whites, pogranate syrup with milk and cream to craft a beautifully dreamy pink cocktail.
"It’s also one of the twelve zodiac signs, representing romantic love!"
"The twelve zodiac signs?"
Julie smiled, taking a delicate sip of her cocktail: "Unfortunately... I’ve passed the age of believing in love. You might as well tell about the problems with zodiac signs."
"Haha, that’s my private naming for twelve different cocktails,"
Zhong Shenxiu replied with a smile, wiping his hands with a handkerchief.
"Then, can I order all of them?" Julie expressed interest, resting her pristine right hand under her chin.
"That won’t do, I mix them randomly each day..."
Zhong Shenxiu laughed, shaking his head: "Looking forward to a new surprise each day is the secret to keeping the soul youthful."
"You really are interesting..."
Julie laughed heartily, her radiant deanor imdiately attracting more n’s attention.
A drunken Great Han seed to make up his mind, clumsily making his way over with a beer in hand: "Beau... beautiful chick, co have a drink with ... *hic*... perhaps we can also discuss matters of price... *hic*..."
"This gentleman... forget it, I can’t be bothered with pleasantries."
Zhong Shenxiu frowned slightly, sowhat helplessly.
Such people were a common sight in any bar, and he had seen plenty.
At that mont, he snapped his fingers.
Pop!
Two bouncers suddenly appeared, each taking a side of the drunkard and promptly tossing him out.
A few who seed to be the drunkard’s companions, with blood rushing to their heads, were about to curse and smash bottles.
Imdiately, they saw the bartender pull out a typewriter from under the bar.
The noise in the bar suddenly hushed, everyone going wide-eyed with surprise.
It was only then that so vaguely rembered the forr owner of the bar had been easily turned over by a young man wielding a typewriter.
"We welco every guest, but that does not an we tolerate disrespect!"
Zhong Shenxiu pointed the gun at the group: "Scarface, please escort these gentlen out, and make sure they settle their tab."
"Right away, boss!"
The scar-faced bouncer who rushed in looked at the n with a fierce expression.
"You’ve surprised once again."
Julie’s lips curved into a smile, as though watching a play, and added her remark: "Are you the owner here?"
"Yes, after all, no one said an owner can’t double as a bartender..."
Zhong Shenxiu put away the typewriter and shrugged his shoulders.
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