Chapter 56: Genuine and Imitations
Translator-Rhapsodite
Editor-PerpetualMreow, Proofreader-Ghostie
The next five weeks were peaceful.
In the blink of an eye, it was mid-July.
However, “The calm of the waves” was only relative to the majority of people in the “Santuchuan” office and did not include the poor part-ti student Wei Fuyuan.
For the past two weeks, he could only be described as a “ss.”
There was no calm for him because he had to concentrate for the upcoming exams.
In school, Wei Fuyuan had always maintained the affluent, generous, and upright image of a rich master. Even though his parents had cut off his financial support, he had found a way to preserve his image by relying on Bei Quan’s bread and shelter, as well as on the pretty nice part-ti wage.
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Most people believe that young masters from wealthy families co to the University for gold plating. Scholarship recomndation letters, for example, were not a necessity for them. They were content with rely passing the course and graduating.
But Wei Fuyuan was more of a face-saving person. In his opinion, academic achievent was also an important indicator for him to maintain the image of a winner in life.
Just kidding, the nouveau riche who wore gold and silver has long been a thing of the past. Now, even the domineering president in the eight o’clock soap opera obtained the certifications of a doctor at an Ivy League school !
As a result, while Wei Fuyuan’s performance in university was not among the best, it was still extrely good. He normally ranked around 30 for the full grade of 400 or so.
But since he joined the “Sāntúchuān” company, he has been “forced” to continue to suffer from serious and minor illnesses, take a leave every three or five days, or doze off uncontrollably in class the next morning after staying up all night.
The students were all convinced that Young Master Wei was in love. Only by warming nephrite every night will he unwittingly begin to study.
Only Wei Fuyuan knew the truth of his suffering.
Where was he indulging in tenderness? He was clearly a superhero in the dark every week, okay!
Just playing truant and truancy could be fooled by Bei Quan’s tricks, but the final exam would not be canceled because he didn’t have ti to study seriously.
In July, several of Wei Fuyuan’s main subjects had a finalized examination ti, which was basically arranged in the next two weeks.
Young Master Wei began to panic.
“Is there any dicine soup or pill that can improve mory?”
One day, when he opened the thick ‘International Trade Law’ book, he was surprised that he hadn’t taken notes for two months. Wei Fuyuan finally collapsed and ran to Bei Quan for emotional support.
They had just caught a ghost yesterday so Bei Quan was in a good mood now. He was nestled in the sofa in the living room, turning over a page of a thread bound local chronicle book.
In addition to Bei Quan, the other two ‘people’ in “Sāntúchuān” happened to be in the living room.
Standing by the small coffee table by the window, Tian Jia Xin used gardening shears, that were the length of his forearm, to trim a potted pine plant.
Zhu Ling, on the other hand, sat upright among a pile of newspapers in the standard posture of ditation and bound them into volus in chronological order.
Hearing Wei Fuyuan’s question, the three stopped their work and looked up at him.
Wei Fuyuan was about to be driven crazy by the final exams. He had no energy left to take into account his personal image.
He was only wearing baggy short sleeved pajamas and oversized underpants. His hair was ssy, and his eyes were red. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a long ti.
Bei Quan gently closed the book.
“Do you want latonin?”
He smiled sincerely at Wei Fuyuan.
“Or six walnuts?”
Wei Fuyuan: “…”
He turned angrily and walked up the stairs, “Damn, I shouldn’t have co to you!”
“Hey, Xiao Wei, wait!”
At this ti, Tian Jia Xin suddenly said, “I have a kind of herb that may be useful to you.”
Then he put down his gardening shears, picked up the towel on the windowsill, wiped his hands, tossed his two short legs, and caught up with Wei Fuyuan:
“I’ll make so tea and send it to your room later?”
Wei Fuyuan was naturally very happy.
After all, he felt that although Tian Jia Xin looked like a three-year-old child, he was essentially an 800 year old Tian Qi doll. At least he was a bit of a Taoist fairy. There were always so thods that ordinary people didn’t know. The herbal tea he gave Wei Fuyuan surely was more reliable than latonin or six walnuts.
Wei Fuyuan sincerely thanked Tian Jia Xin, gave Bei Quan a fierce stare, turned back to his room, and continued to study.
About twenty minutes later, Tian Jia Xin brought Wei Fuyuan a cup of tea.
Wei Fuyuan took a sip.
The tea was astringent and bitter, with a peculiar sll of grass after soaking in plants. It was really hard to drink.
But he drank it all.
On that day, Wei Fuyuan realized that the refreshing effect was far more powerful than coffee or strong tea.
For twenty-four hours, Wei Fuyuan couldn’t sleep. Even if he was tired and nauseous and wanted to vomit and cramp his stomach, he could only keep his eyes open and study the boring law.
The experience was so painful that Young Master Wei felt it beca a psychological shadow in his life.
He decided he’d better drink so tea and coffee rather than such a deadly herbal tea ever again!
However, as the examination beca more and more intensive, Wei Fuyuan was under increasing pressure to review. After coffee, tea or red bull could not et his needs, he went back to Tian Jia Xin.
This ti, however, Young Master Wei learned better from the tragic past experience. He asked Tian Jia Xin to pay attention to the dose. The best refreshing effect could be achieved with only a quarter of the previous one.
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In the anti, while Wei Fuyuan was busy preparing for the exams, Bei Quan’s Lost God Banner had already contained a total of twenty ghosts.
When Bei Quan was still practicing, the Hui Gui was still sealed in the secret realm of Zhuling.
At that ti, it was the Lost God Banner as a handed-down artifact that sealed the ghost.
According to the legend, the origin of this flag can be traced back to the Shang and Zhou dynasties. Thus, only a two-ter long white flag could seal 128 Hui Guis in it forever.
However, about two years ago, the Lost God Banner was stolen overnight, as if it had grown wings, and disappeared from the secret territory of Zhuling without a trace.
Soon after that, the news of the reappearance of the Hui Guis ca out.
It was only after that, that Bei Quan was sent out by his Shin and began to host the radio program [Thriller Night Talk] in Fèng Xīngchéng city.
However, the Lost God Banner that he was now using to seal the Hui Gui was a replica made by an expert of the Shin according to the original.
Although it could also seal Hui Guis, its effectiveness couldn’t be compared with the real Lost God Banner’s.
Bei Quan’s Lost God Banner now contained a full 20 angry ghosts— all the results of his hard work every week in the past six months.
Unfortunately, the carrying capacity of the Lost God Banner of the replica was about to reach the limit. If he didn’t increase the “capacity”, he wouldn’t be able to use it again.
So Bei Quan contacted the Shin and got a ssage that “soone will co to collect the Hui Guis in the near future”.
The contact person of the Shin made an appointnt with Bei Quan to et at 11 p.m. on the 12th of this month. The eting place was at an uncompleted residential building site that had been shut down in the Fèng Xīngchéng developnt zone.
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Monday, July 12.
At about ten o’clock, Bei Quan packed his suitcase and changed into his usual outfit of black clothes and black trousers, and he was ready to go out.
Because Wei Fuyuan had the last exam the next day, Bei Quan didn’t plan to take him with him.
He only explained to Zhu Ling and went out with his suitcase.
Bei Quan didn’t drive.
In other words, he didn’t know how to drive at all.
Therefore, after Bei Quan went out, he turned out of the Hutong where “Sāntúchuān” was located, raised his hand, and called a taxi in front of the bus station at the intersection.
The taxi driver was a little fat middle-aged man.
When he heard about the destination of Bei Quan, his face imdiately wrinkled and showed an expression of a great desire to refuse.
There was no other reason than that the destination was not close to here, the location was very remote, and it was already late now. No taxi driver was willing to drive so far back and forth during this hour.
But Bei Quan persuaded him with the excess fare.
The driver opened the back seat and let Bei Quan get in the car.
As soon as the car started, Bei Quan saw the driver turn on the car intercom and began to tell the other drivers in the group about the business they had just received with an exceptionally loud volu and exaggerated tone.
“… yes, I’m going to the developnt zone now, to Zaohuai Road!”
“… ah, yes, it’s the building where the second construction company pulled the banner. It’s been shut down for two years!”
“… I haven’t run over there for a long ti. The road is a little rusty. The navigation is on now. You can keep an eye on it for !”
“… passengers?”
The driver said and adjusted the angle of the rear view mirror.
“He is a handso young man. Ha ha, he looks really good!”
Bei Quan smiled.
He knew what the driver was doing.
After all, taxi drivers were also a high-risk industry in a sense. They worried that, one day, they will co across a lawless man who will lead people to remote places where his accomplices, who had been waiting there, will rush up again and rob and kill the person. Marking the end of one innocent man’s life.
Therefore, although the driver promised to take this trip, he turned on the car intercom as soon as he ca up to warn the passenger in the back seat — our current trip has been reported to many people, and the navigation would also transmit the real-ti position to the custor service system. If you really want to do sothing, you have to think twice!
Bei Quan understood this, but he did not feel offended.
He smiled, turned his eyes to the window, and silently watched the endless traffic outside the window.
This ti, Shin sent a stranger who Bei Quan had never t before.
Judging from the voice on the phone, the other party should be a rather young woman.
However, these Taoist disciples had learned so thods to hide their appearance and even change their voice. If the other party intended to hide it, even their voice could not be indicative of their identity.
Thinking of this, Bei Quan frowned slightly.
——Why did they suddenly change the contact person?
——Also, why didn’t the new partner, who should have been sent early last month, co yet?
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