Chapter 174: Addicted to Being a Boss
"What the hell is that!"

Mr. Li hammered the armrest of the wheelchair, speaking in impotent rage.

When Professor Qin saw him like this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Fortunately, Li Hong stepped in to help out and said:

"Dad, it was my second brother who did something wrong. Professor Qin was afraid that you would get angry and get sick, so he didn't want you to watch."

"is it?"

"That's right." Professor Qin replied quickly.

"This beast!"

Although Mr. Li didn't know what happened, he was able to scare the second brother so much that he destroyed the evidence on the spot and fled...

Just curse and that's it.

After venting his emotions, he looked at the calm and composed couple in purple and let out a long sigh.

With the flashy attire, are you afraid that others won’t be able to tell that you’re a couple?
"Xiao Liu, your second brother is unreliable. You have to worry about this matter."

"Dad, don't worry. Zhang Yang and I will take care of your affairs." Li Zi said seriously.

"Zhang Yang..."

President Li smiled helplessly, looked into Zhang Yang's eyes, and said earnestly:
"It's better for a man to have his own career. If you keep living off a gigolo, it may save you effort, but you will never have the chance to see the best view in your life. You will regret it when you are old."

"Mr. Li is right." Zhang Yang nodded in response.

Anyway, he is not a gigolo, so what Mr. Li said does not hurt him at all.

Now, Li Laoer collapsed and ran away, and Master Bi was carried away by a stretcher team. Today's events were naturally settled.

……

Walking out of the sanatorium's gate, Li Zi suddenly laughed out loud.

It's a bit confusing.

"Zhang Yang, aren't you curious about what I'm laughing at?"

"Not curious."

Zhang Yang shook his head and responded:

"If I inherited a fortune of more than a billion, I would have fainted. You just smiled foolishly. That's not too much."

"What do you mean by silly smile? I am smiling with a purpose, okay?"

"What makes me laugh is that my dad actually thinks you're just like him, wanting to make your first pot of gold by living off gigolos."

"what?"

Now Zhang Yang was really curious.

So what Mr. Li just said is really the old senior’s heartfelt words?

"Your father?"

"That's right!" Li Zi nodded, meeting Zhang Yang's gaze and said, "Don't look at my dad as being rich now, but he also made his fortune by living off his wife."

"His first wife, my eldest brother's mother, came from a family that ran a furniture factory. It was basically his wife and her entire family that worked together to support my father's business."

"That's actually not bad..."

Zhang Yang thought about it and realized that Mr. Li must be quite capable, having grown from a small furniture factory to a billionaire.

"As long as you think it's okay, I'm telling you this because I hope you won't be too sensitive about being a gigolo."

"I don't mind."

Li Zi lowered her head and said a little embarrassedly.

Zhang Yang started sweating after hearing this.

My goodness, this woman is using her own father's anecdotes to desensitize herself.

To be honest, if you don't worry about being kicked out when you get old, you can really live off your wife.

But unfortunately, the free rice of more than one billion in fixed assets is a little unattractive to Zhang Yang now.

While he was still thinking about how to respond, Li Zi beside him suddenly said "Huh".

Zhang Yang changed the subject: "What's wrong?"

"Where is Master Zou?" Li Zi said, looking around.

Before, Master Zou said that he couldn’t get used to the smell of medicine in the sanatorium and insisted on waiting outside the hospital by himself.

It should be nearby.

Li Zi was just thinking about how to get the old Taoist priest away so that she and Zhang Yang could be alone together, when she was surprised to find that Master Zou was gone.

"Yeah, where are the others?"

Zhang Yang looked around, but couldn't find any bushes where anyone could hide.

"Forget it, I'll make a phone call."

"Maybe he went to buy Huazi."

As soon as the call was connected, after only two beeps, Master Zou Tianshi hung up.

A few seconds later, he sent a message: "I caught a person who made fake stone sculptures. Come and have a look."

"You guys go back first!"

"Does Master Zou have a grudge against those who counterfeit stone carvings?" Li Zi asked curiously after reading the message.

"I don't know. Maybe he forgot his identity after going to Lin'an with me."

“Thought I was a police officer.”

"That won't work. We need to ask him to come back and check Feng Shui!"

"Oh, right. Then I'll help you urge him."

Mr. Li’s burial is a big event.

Zhang Yang felt that what Li Zi said made sense, and he quickly discussed it with Master Zou.

Unexpectedly, the old Taoist priest on the other end was very determined and insisted on finishing the task at hand.

As for the Feng Shui, Zou Tianshi said that he would ask other Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain for help.

Ask his senior brother to come, who is said to be better than him.

Li Zi naturally had no objection to this approach.

Although Zhang Yang felt it was a bit troublesome because he had to communicate with the newcomer again, seeing that Zou Tianshi's attitude was so firm, he agreed reluctantly.

Anyway, he had already discussed with the Li brothers and sisters and decided to use the traditional quicksand tomb to prevent theft.

Li Hong was responsible for transporting sea sand to ensure that the quicksand would be lethal to tomb robbers.

……

For the next half month, Zhang Yang was so busy with the mausoleum affairs that he almost forgot that Master Zou was missing.

Until one afternoon, when Zhang Yang was about to go out, the old Taoist priest suddenly called him.

He asked in a very lazy tone on the other end of the phone:
"Zhang Yang, I heard that the site of Mr. Li's grave has been almost surveyed?"

As soon as we heard this question, we knew that the other party was secretly observing the progress of the cemetery.

"You're not being lazy, are you, Taoist priest?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"Lazy? Am I that kind of person?" Zou Tianshi snorted, "I have done something big in the past half month."

"what's up?"

"I can't tell you that for now."

"Can't you tell me why you're calling? I'm busy here and I have to go to the airport to pick someone up. I'll hang up first."

Anna came back from Germany, and Zhang Yang made an appointment with her to pick her up at the airport in person.

"No, no, no, don't hang up yet. I have something very important to discuss with you."

"Speak quickly. I'll give you two minutes."

"That's enough." Zou Tianshi said slowly, "I have been doing something big during this period of time."

"Do you still remember the boss of the underground antique market in East China who stuffed the notebook into my hand?"

"The one who was caught?"

"Yes, but he is not actually the boss. He is just the third in the gang."

"I was at the entrance of the nursing home and was recognized by his men. They dragged me directly into the van."

"And then? Did you defeat them again?"

Zhang Yang heard the tone of the old Taoist priest's voice and it didn't sound like anything was wrong.

"Hey, you guessed it."

"That's right. These fakes don't seem to be very good at fighting. They don't have any skills at all. I knocked them all down with a five-whip lightning strike."

"Then they nominated me to take over the position of the third oldest."

"So simple?" Zhang Yang asked in disbelief.

"How can it be easy? If it were you, could you defeat him?"

"It has nothing to do with fighting. They are fakes. You don't know anything about antiques, so how can you be the third brother? At most, you can be a thug, right?"

"Yes, that's why I came to see you today."

Zou Tianshi smiled embarrassedly on the other end of the phone:
"I told them that I have a special base for counterfeiting antiques and can make anything..."

"understood."

Zhang Yang understood the old Taoist's intention.

This is because the gangster is addicted and wants to find me to help him cover up his lies.

"What can I help you with?"

"Wait, let me take a look..."

There was a sound of flipping through a notebook on the other end of the phone:

"The task these people assigned to me is 7501 porcelain, which seems to be from the contemporary official kiln. Can you do this?"

(End of this chapter)