"Old Wang! Long ti no see!"
Zhou Shi looked at Wang Qian with obvious recognition—the two were clearly old friends.
"Old Zhou, those Strength Potions being sold on the black market—they're all from your company?" Wang Qian asked directly.
Zhou Shi nodded and explained, "Little Chen is indeed a sumr intern at our company. His position is Potion Assistant, and he actually knows a bit about alchemy himself. I'll show you the relevant contracts tomorrow."
Zhou Shi wasn't too concerned, thinking Chen Shu had only sold a few bottles. If he knew the kid had made a million yuan profit in just ten days, he probably wouldn't sleep tonight.
Wang Qian nodded, "Alright! In that case, there's no problem."
Now that it was confird Chen Shu had no connection to the fake dicine peddler, and his potions were genuine with a legitimate source, there was naturally no need to detain him.
"You're all victims here. Any objections?"
Although Wang Qian knew several of them, he still had to handle things according to procedure—the lobby was under surveillance after all.
The leading young man was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang.
"Hello? What? My contracted spirit has diarrhea again? The toilet exploded?"
The young man jolted, hung up his phone, and said, "If he's not partners with the scamr, then forget it. Just please solve this quickly and catch the real fraud, Captain Wang."
The group of people left the Spirit Suppression Bureau in a hurry.
Zhang Dali took a deep breath and said, "Chen Pi, why do I feel like I've been given a new lease on life?"
"Actually, I have that feeling too..."
Outside the Spirit Suppression Bureau, the two were frantically breathing the air of freedom, even spreading their arms wide as if embracing a beautiful tomorrow.
"Are you two sick or sothing?"
Zhou Shi ca out just in ti to see these two acting like they'd lost their minds.
"Uncle Zhou, you don't understand!" Chen Shu said with deep emotion, "We're different from you. We're law-abiding citizens with clean records—we're not regular custors of the Spirit Suppression Bureau."
That comnt... why does it sound like I'm so kind of career criminal?
Zhou Shi's forehead twitched with black lines. So helping you guys get out makes the bad guy now?
"By the way, the Beast Tar Guild is having a group dinner. You two interested?"
Chen Shu looked at Zhang Dali, asking for his opinion.
Zhang Dali spoke up, "I won't go. I need to go ho and commorate this important day!"
"Then let's postpone it, Uncle Zhou. I need to decompress too."
The two took a taxi, preparing to head ho.
"Chen Pi, this isn't like you—turning down free food?"
"Are you stupid? He's obviously trying to trick into paying the bill. Would I, Chen Shu, fall for such an obvious scam?"
"Makes sense! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
Zhang Dali suddenly asked, "By the way, Chen Pi, you were frad, right?"
"Obviously! I was just worried about having nothing to do this sumr vacation. I absolutely have to catch that fake dicine peddler! Let him know what happens when you ss with Chen Shu!"
Now that Chen Shu's sumr job was gone, he was already bored out of his mind.
As for sumr howork? Give a break!
Have you ever seen a student do howork right after vacation starts? You absolutely cannot do it ahead of ti but until the very last mont!
That's the rule!
Zhang Dali nodded, "Chen Pi, I support you!"
Chen Shu patted Zhang Dali on the shoulder, "That's good to hear, truly my good brother. Lend your dad for a bit!"
Zhang Dali, "???"
What do you an lend you my dad?
Chen Shu explained, "I'm worried about the danger, you know? They're criminals after all, probably so kind of beast tar. With Uncle Zhang protecting , I'd have no worries, right?"
"My parents went traveling out of town. They don't have ti to ss around with your sches."
Zhang Dali shook his head, then suddenly rembered sothing.
"But I have a friend who might be able to help you!"
"What kind of friend?"
Zhang Dali put on a completely serious expression and started bragging, "He's known as the 'Newbie Savior' and 'Nanjiang Secret Agent 007.' No matter what the problem is, you can find him to solve it. His efficiency is absolutely explosive!"
Chen Shu's eyebrows shot up so high they nearly flew off his face, and he said with exaggerated intonation, "Besides , you have such a high-end friend?"
"So what exactly does he do?"
Zhang Dali leaned in conspiratorially. "He's... a pig butcher. Down at the Xiafei Road intersection."
Chen Shu fell silent, just staring at him with an utterly bizarre expression.
"Look, Chen Pi, don't give that look. What I'm saying is true."
Zhang Dali felt uncomfortable under that stare.
Chen Shu said nothing, but his expression said it all. It was as if two words were silently echoing in the air.
'Dumbass~~~'
The two returned to their residential complex. All the way back, Zhang Dali had covered Chen Shu's eyes with his hands—he couldn't bear to face that kind of stare anymore.
"Early tomorrow morning, I'll co find you. I'll broaden your horizons. It's ti you t the upper echelons of Nanjiang City."
With that, Zhang Dali ran all the way ho.
"Find a pig butcher? To investigate a fake dicine peddler? Am I crazy, or has the world gone insane?"
Chen Shu returned ho, washed up, and prepared to crash into bed. Today's experiences had been far too eventful.
Beep beep!
Just then, his phone suddenly buzzed.
"Hm? Soone posted in the group?"
He opened the Nanjiang Second High QQ group chat¹. It was full of beast tar students—no teachers.
Zheng Yi: Teacher Jiang, thank you for your guidance. My contracted spirit has truly mastered a new skill!
A few minutes later
Zheng Yi: Sorry, I sent that to the wrong place. I accidentally posted it in the group.
...
Could you be any more fake? Chen Shu imdiately saw through Zheng Yi's showing off²!
Is it a combat skill? That's a huge improvent! Du Ziteng, a classmate, thought as he read Zheng’s text.
Wei Teng: The probability of a Black Iron-level contracted spirit learning skills is incredibly low. Congratulations, Class President Zheng.
Everyone in the group was congratulating him. The importance of skills went without saying—asured in Chinese yuan, it was worth at least several million.
Especially self-learned skills, which were generally perfectly suited to their fighting style and provided significant power boosts.
Just then, a line of text quietly appeared.
Chen Pi: Congratulations, Class President (four combat skills)
Zheng Yi, who had been excited just a mont ago, instantly froze, his mouth twitching.
What the hell—if you're congratulating , just congratulate ! What's with the parentheses³?
Zheng Yi: Haha! Thanks!
Chen Pi: Everyone should learn from Class President in the future (about to enter senior year intensive training)
Zheng Yi: ...
Chen Pi: Got any study tips to share? (liberal arts score: 396)⁵
Wang ng: Why is Class President Zheng's avatar gray? Did he go offline?
Chen Shu lay in bed with a smug smile. That's what you get for showing off in the group chat.
"Your gray avatar will never jump again..." Chen Shu humd a tune and closed his phone.
At that mont, Zheng Yi was clenching his fists, constantly muttering under his breath, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"Fake! It has to be fake!"
The achievent he was so proud of turned out to be nothing in the other person's eyes.
This round... this round his defenses were truly completely shattered⁴!
¹ QQ group chat - China's dominant social dia platform for group ssaging, especially popular among students
² "Fake accidental posting" - Classic Chinese social dia culture of pretending to accidentally share achievents to show off
³ Parenthetical passive-aggression - Common Chinese internet technique of adding devastating context in brackets to undermine soone's bragging
⁴ "Defenses completely shattered" - Gaming/internet slang aning psychological defeat or emotional breakdown from being utterly outclassed
⁵ In the Chinese college entrance exam system, a liberal arts score of 396 is extrely low, making this comnt a devastating burn on the class president's academic ability
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