297: Chapter 297 Socialite Wang Zhiwei

Han Jingyang watched the interaction between Shi Xiaoya, Liu Jing, and the Lin Sisters, feeling quite speechless.

Is this how women behave when they get together?

It's a bit complicated.

Every one of them is quite good at acting.

As expected, women are naturally gifted at domestic and palace intrigue; they don't need to learn or be taught, and once they reach adulthood, they all master it intuitively.

However, as things stand, Shi Xiaoya is clearly several levels above Liu Jing.

If Shi Xiaoya is Zhen Huan, then Liu Jing is Consort Qi—lacking in schemes, just pretty and having a connection with the Emperor.

And the Lin Sisters are just the newly appeared junior palace maids.

However, I am certainly not Yong Laosi.

I certainly don't want to die young.

Hmm, I suppose Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing wouldn't do such a thing.

After the four women finished dividing up the pile of gold and silver, Han Jingyang took out four dharma instruments.

One for each.

They aren't the very best kind, but they are quite practical.

The ones given to Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing were purely symbolic; after all, they already had better ones on them, and until they found more suitable replacements, they didn't need anything else for the time being.

But the ones given to the Lin Sisters were highly targeted.

He gave Lin Yuelan a small pendant that added +3 to her physical body.

He gave Lin Yuegui one for supporting cultivation and spirit-walking, with +4 to mediumship.

Both were Grade 6.

But ordinary people wouldn't have a use for them or wouldn't look twice at them.

They were perfect for the two sisters.

And they met the sisters' needs exactly.

Lin Yuelan had martial arts skills and often acted as the fighter in their duo; her close-combat ability was quite strong, so strengthening her physical attributes would make her advantages even more pronounced.

Lin Yuegui was a pure occultist, and a niche attribute like mediumship suited her style perfectly.

Lin Yuelan immediately hung the pendant on herself, felt the changes in her body, and was overjoyed. She thanked Han Jingyang directly: "Thank you for the reward, Boss. You are truly generous, thank you."

Lin Yuegui also bowed softly and weakly: "Thank you."

Han Jingyang smiled: "Your mistresses were right just now. Once you come to Jiguang Zhai, we are family, so don't be so formal. Just work hard in the future, and there will be plenty more rewards like this."

"We will definitely work hard."

"Hmm," Han Jingyang nodded: "You two should head back first, tidy up your room, buy some daily necessities, and settle in as soon as possible. Get into the swing of things early, because Quancheng isn't peaceful during this period."

"Yes."

"Have you communicated with your family?"

"We have. Besides, we've been running all over the world since we were little, so they're long used to it."

"That's good then."

Han Jingyang saw a figure wandering in from outside the door and waved at the sisters.

The sisters left carrying large bags of gold, silver, and jewelry, brushing past the person at the door.

The person who came in chuckled as soon as he entered: "Little brother, who are these two beauties…"

This person was none other than Wang Zhiwei, whom he hadn't seen for a few days.

Wang Zhiwei was currently riding high and glowing with satisfaction. After latching onto Han Jingyang's coattails, he had made quite a splash a few times, especially in the matter of helping the Old Yang family find their precious daughter, which had made Wang Zhiwei the talk of his social circle for a while.

Why?

Because everyone might encounter such things, or similar situations.

They might not be able to contact a reliable master directly, but they could contact an ordinary person like Wang Zhiwei who could reach a reliable master.

So, Wang Zhiwei had been attending gatherings every day for the past few days, with new and old friends coming in waves, and some people had even started assigning tasks to Wang Zhiwei.

What do you call this?

This is called being in high luck.

Connections are also a form of Feng Shui.

Wang Zhiwei's connections were already extremely wide; in Quancheng, he was the type of person who was slick and versatile, having acquaintances in every trade, though none were high-end or prestigious enough.

But now, quantitative change had finally led to qualitative change.

Reflected in his luck, he was naturally on a roll. During this period, everything he did went smoothly, and even if he encountered setbacks, there was a high probability he could resolve them easily.

People and Feng Shui have always complemented each other.

Han Jingyang pointed to the sofa: "Sit. How do you have time to come over?"

Wang Zhiwei sat down while greeting Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing, then asked in a low voice: "Little brother, how did you end up feuding with Zhang Dahai?"

Han Jingyang countered: "How much do you know about Zhang Dahai?"

Wang Zhiwei sighed: "Not much. I only know that he is a truly ruthless character, completely different from the kind of person He Dingkun is, who flaunts everything openly. Let's put it this way: compared to Zhang Dahai, He Dingkun is just a hoodlum wandering the streets, looking imposing but actually being nothing—a few police officers from the local station could take him down."

"And Zhang Dahai?"

"He is a real big shot. Let's put it this way: you won't find a single company in Quancheng connected to him, nor any real estate. He has almost nothing under his name, yet his shadow is in every industry. In Quancheng, this man is the invisible top dog. Moreover, he is very low-key, basically never doing things that provoke public anger, and he even helps certain groups, so his reputation in some circles is actually quite good."

Han Jingyang sighed: "That sounds very difficult to deal with."

"More than just difficult. This man's influence is enormous. His network of connections is everywhere in Quancheng, top to bottom. Going against him, you have almost no chance of winning in Quancheng."

"Then you still dare to associate with me?"

"Hehe, isn't it because I believe in your strength, little brother? Although Zhang Dahai is impressive, he is just an ordinary person. You, however, are different. Even though you are young and don't have a very powerful network of connections, you are an immortal. Crushing Zhang Dahai shouldn't be a piece of cake for you?"

"You think too highly of me. An immortal, indeed."

"It's about the same. Which of your methods could an ordinary person accomplish? Nobody would believe it if I told them. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it either."

"Hehe," Han Jingyang smiled: "So, what brings you here today?"

"I do, but it's nothing urgent. I was just in the area for business and stopped by to check on you. We can talk after you're done with this busy period; you can't afford to be careless or distracted when dealing with Zhang Dahai."

Han Jingyang smiled again.

No wonder this old guy could become a "socialite" in Quancheng.

He really knows how to handle things.

And he has a silver tongue.

Just listen to how he puts it—it couldn't be more thoughtful.

Even the pickiest person couldn't find fault with it.

Thinking this, he reached into his pocket and took out a jade thumb ring: "Since you're here, I won't have to make a trip. Take this."

Wang Zhiwei's eyes lit up instantly: "This is…"

"It's exactly what you wanted. It's not quite the same as the one you're using now, but the effect is about the same. Go back and try it."

"Hehe, thank you, little brother. Thank you so much."

"Also, tidy up your home. I'll go over tomorrow morning to set up the formation for you."

"Really?"

"Yes, I've had quite a harvest recently, so I've gathered all the dharma instruments you need. I'll set it all up for you in one go."

Wang Zhiwei was overjoyed; he jumped up, cupped his hands together, and bowed repeatedly.

Of course, the gesture was a bit exaggerated.

It wasn't that serious; it was just banter between friends.

Then, Wang Zhiwei froze. He stared dumbfounded at Zou Shuying, who was carrying a barrel of mineral water from the inner room. He stood there like a fool, neck stretched and butt poked out. A moment later, he reacted, straightened his body, and coughed: "Little brother, who is this fairy…"