“Good heavens, what are you all doing!”

Clearly, the old Daoist had been startled by the scene before him.

And amidst his surprise,

the old Daoist also glanced cautiously at the boss sitting there.

As the saying goes, serving a lord is like serving a tiger; what if this pricked the boss's nerves and made him think that he was about to start a rebellion?

But then, the old Daoist felt relieved.

Didn’t he know exactly what kind of person he was?

Him, rebelling?

Who would believe it?

And who would be willing to rebel with him?

The three Qing's kneeling posture was extremely standard.

It had to be said,

this kind of kneeling posture could really be elevated to the level of a "ritual."

In fact, if you carefully observed the endless stream of tourists in some temples, you would find that their postures of kneeling on the prayer cushions and kowtowing to the Buddha were truly diverse, as if everyone had their own ancestral method of kowtowing.

The Chinese people had indeed stood up; not many people knew the standard kneeling posture anymore.

The old Daoist moved furtively behind the boss.

As if their radars had locked onto their target, the three Qing began to shift the direction of their kneeling.

By the time the old Daoist reached the boss's back, the three Qing were kneeling towards Zhou Ze.

Whew…

That’s right!

Only then did the old Daoist feel that his world had returned to normal.

Zhou Ze shook his head; he knew that the Qing’s had probably already guessed the old Daoist's identity.

Of course, there was something that Zhou Ze didn't know: the old Daoist, following his instructions, went to visit them in the hospital three times a day, which was equivalent to going three times a day to play the mysterious "brainwashing" routine.

After more than a year,

the Qing’s, through constant self-brainwashing,

were actually successfully "sincerely convinced" by the old Daoist.

"Alright, now that you've woken up, go find a place to settle down in the internet cafe across the street. I have only one requirement: without my order and permission, you are not allowed to leave South Street a single step."

There was nothing for them to do for the time being,

plus,

with these three bodyguards staying here,

Zhou Ze wouldn't have to worry about someone sneaking into his home all the time.

If his home could still be stolen under these circumstances, then there would really be no point in defending it anymore.

The three Qing slowly stood up.

Liang and You didn't say anything.

Qing opened his mouth and said:

"Okay."

Concise and to the point.

"Oh, right, in a few days, hand over the guy sealed inside you to the wax museum in the back. This matter will be considered a great contribution on your part."

Fertilizer was still needed; whether the peanut could become a potato, whether Ying Gou could recover through the "farming strategy," depended on this endeavor.

"Okay."

Still concise and to the point.

Zhou Ze nodded and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, go."

The fact that these three could lie in the pharmacy next door for a year was enough to show their resilience.

The one who wasn't resilient was still lying in the hospital bed.

Therefore, Zhou Ze didn't need to give any extra instructions; after all, they were former Juntong (Military Intelligence Service) leaders, so they definitely knew how to hide themselves and how to keep a low profile.

The three left.

The old Daoist walked up to Zhou Ze

and whispered:

"Boss, it seems like we don't have enough rooms at the internet cafe."

"Making those student dormitory-style bunk beds, one room per person is still too extravagant."

Exploiting employees was a built-in talent for every boss; they didn't even need to waste skill points to specifically learn it.

"Understood, Boss."

"What, is there anything else?"

Zhou Ze asked, seeing the old Daoist’s hesitant expression.

"It's like this: the owner of the fast-food restaurant diagonally across from us owes a lot of money to loan sharks because of his son's gambling, and he's urgently trying to sell it. The price is only sixty percent of the usual price, and the only condition is that it has to be paid in full.

I'm thinking, there are more and more people in our bookstore now. Attorney An said that Liu Chuyu and Lin Ke will also be recruiting ghost servant underlings in the future.

The first floor of the bookstore is still too small, and it's too disruptive to eat every time. After all, this is a bookstore, isn't it? Every time we finish eating, the house smells of grease, which really defiles the scholarly atmosphere here."

"Get to the point."

"This poor Daoist thinks that we can take over the fast-food restaurant across the street. Whether we continue to do business or simply close it down and use it as an internal canteen for our bookstore, it would be great.

In the future, everyone will have a bright and spacious place to cook and eat."

"I don't have money."

Since when,

when Boss Zhou said these three words,

he didn't blush or skip a beat anymore.

Even if everyone called him Boss,

there were plenty of bosses without money,

and even more bosses in debt.

"This poor Daoist still has some savings, which can be used to buy it first. Didn't the Gate of Hell officially open last night? Starting tonight, the previous business clients of our bookstore should come to our door themselves. In the future, things will get better."

"Okay, you handle it; you can also take care of the renovation."

Anyway, you're paying, so whatever makes you happy.

"Oh, okay, thank you, Boss, thank you, Boss.

Actually, this poor Daoist thinks that there is a lot of room for improvement in that fast-food restaurant. In the past, it was a bit low-end, but in reality, there are many white-collar workers or small business owners around here. If we specialize in high-end takeout, I believe the business will still be very good.

And since we're going to recruit ghost servant underlings in the future, we can have those newly recruited ones deliver takeout during the day."

"Hmm… Old Daoist, your idea is very good."

"Hehe, it's all thanks to your guidance, Boss."

"Alright, stop flattering me; just do it as you see fit."

"Okay, Boss, sometimes I dream of opening a restaurant, so when I was chatting with that owner and found out about this, I got really itchy."

The old Daoist went out excitedly again.

Boss Zhou picked up his coffee, which had gotten a little cold, and took a sip.

What was this feeling?

It was as if he was playing a real estate tycoon game.

South Street,

a bookstore,

an internet cafe,

a wax museum,

a pharmacy,

and next door there was also a piece of land that was first reclaimed, which was now used exclusively to grow *Bi An Hua* (red spider lilies).

If this momentum continues,

maybe the entire South Street will be his property in the future.

Then South Street can be renamed "Netherworld Style Street."

Zhou Ze remembered that Chongqing also had a "Fengdu Ghost City," but it was more like a theme park with a ghost facade, which was actually not worthy of its name and not very interesting.

But considering the current trend, it was estimated that the possibility of getting the Tong City leaders to support him in opening a "Netherworld Style Street" was close to zero.

"Boss, would you like a fresh cup of coffee?"

Yingying walked over at this time and asked.

"No, thank you. Oh, right, Yingying, change your clothes and come out with me for a walk."

"Okay, Boss."

………………

A walk wasn’t actually going shopping. Zhou Ze rarely went shopping. He had come from poverty in his previous life, and even after he started working, he kept his clothes as simple as possible. The working environment in the hospital was unmatched by any brand-name clothing. Doctors and nurses compared cars more often.

In this life, Zhou Ze's clothes were basically bought by Yingying, so Zhou Ze didn't have to go personally. Yingying knew all of Zhou Ze's sizes in every area.

After a forty-minute drive, they arrived at the Yangtze River.

Here, it wasn't far from the Sutong Bridge. The car was parked below, and in front of them was the wide river surface.

"Boss, are we here to see the scenery?"

The wind blew through Yingying's hair, bringing all kinds of charm. She walked behind Zhou Ze and asked softly.

"You could say that."

Zhou Ze started walking forward.

Actually,

he was looking for a scene similar to his dream at night.

Originally, he didn't plan to bother with this, but the old Daoist's words suddenly touched Zhou Ze's heart, reminding him of this place.

Of course, this place was definitely not the prototype of the environment in his dream, but when Zhou Ze's feet stepped onto the river surface, the feeling of déjà vu quickly emerged.

Ancient dynasties would have a special organization responsible for analyzing celestial phenomena or predicting the future.

In ancient times, there were shamans, and later there were institutions like the Imperial Astronomical Bureau.

People always believe that, in the dark, there is a line that can connect with the future and the past.

"Why… bother…"

Ying Gou's voice sounded.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly.

Originally,

he was just doing this for fun,

so he came to see and walk around, and he didn't have the intention of successfully deciphering the dream or understanding anything.

But Ying Gou's sudden initiative to ask this question

made Boss Zhou suddenly feel that

things

didn't seem that simple.

Under his feet

was the river surface.

Zhou Ze simply squatted down,

took out a cigarette,

and put it in his mouth.

This was a very "simple" and down-to-earth action, usually seen outside train stations and bus stops,

but combined with the environment that Boss Zhou was in now,

for a moment,

it was infinitely impressive.

Unfortunately, there was no one around, and the Sutong Bridge was still far away in the distance. If someone discovered this scene, they might exclaim that "Iron Palm Floating on Water" had reappeared in the martial world!

He blew out a smoke ring.

Zhou Ze coughed

and said:

"In the past, there were some things that I was too lazy to ask, so you were too lazy to answer. We were both lazy, I know.

But this time, I'm curious:

why would you take the initiative to hide something from me?"

Everyone was lazy,

and lazy people often sympathized with each other,

like members of the same species, knowing each other's habits extremely well.

"Adding… to… the… troubles…"

"Have you become a Buddhist recently?"

"…" Ying Gou.

"Can you give me a straight answer? Could it be that you don't want me to know, because you feel sorry for me?"

"…" Ying Gou.

"Sorry, I misspoke. That sounded too disgusting."

Zhou Ze flicked the ash off his cigarette,

yawned,

and then,

laid down on the river surface,

You could clearly hear the sound of the river water still flowing below, and even the activity of fish and shrimp, a sense of movement within stillness.

And at this time,

below Zhou Ze's figure,

that is, below the river surface,

was reflected another shadow of Zhou Ze,

like the mirror surface in the dream.

That Zhou Ze was also lying down like this,

but his direction was opposite to Zhou Ze's.

But in his world,

there were still blue skies and white clouds reflected from the river surface, still his own scenery and vastness.

The figure below seemed to sigh

and said:

"Yes."