许 Qinglang's efficiency was still quite high. He might not be as good as Attorney An in other aspects, but he had no problem with procurement.

After all, he was a man with more than twenty apartments.

It was impossible to just leave them to gather dust; he definitely had to renovate them a bit for rent.

He was indeed quite knowledgeable about decoration, furniture, and furnishings, and he also had some connections in these industries.

The next morning,

the large fish tank was delivered.

It certainly wasn't suitable to put it in the Late Night Bookstore.

Although the bookstore didn't have much business, occasionally a few inexplicable customers would walk in;

seeing such an unconventional large turtle in the fish tank was really easy to scare people.

The first floor wasn't suitable, and the second floor was all bedrooms, with no place to put it, so it was placed in the internet café downstairs. The internet café was divided into two floors. The first floor used to be the internet café's business area, but now it had been converted into a gym and entertainment room, and it wasn't open to the public. There was plenty of room for a large fish tank.

After the installer left,

Xu Qinglang and the old Daoist, one on each side, carried the oilskin-covered stretcher all the way from the wax museum's water pit to the internet café. The little boy walked between them, holding up the stretcher with one hand from underneath.

To outsiders,

it looked like this little child was really sensible,

knowing to help his family with work at such a young age.

In reality, the old Daoist and Xu Qinglang were just pretending to carry it.

The real force

came from the little boy in the middle underneath.

The reason the two of them were putting on an act in front and behind was also because they were afraid that pedestrians on the pedestrian street would find it too shocking to see a little kid carrying such a large thing.

When they arrived, they closed the door, untied the oilskin bag, and the little boy grabbed the turtle shell.

"Plop!"

The turtle shell man was thrown into the fish tank.

Done.

Finished!

Actually,

the turtle shell man had degenerated quite severely.

If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even realize that there was still a human shadow in there.

With everything settled,

the little boy clapped his hands and walked out of the internet café.

Xu Qinglang and the old Daoist each took a cigarette and squatted under the fish tank, smoking.

"I say, what's Old Zhou up to this time?"

When employees squat together to slack off, chatting and gossiping, the most common topic is often about their own boss.

The turtle shell man disgusted him so much,

but he still kept him alive?

Zhou Ze was lazy, but when he needed to be ruthless, he was definitely ruthless. Everyone in the bookstore knew that.

"Could it be because of his feelings for the dead servant?"

the old Daoist guessed.

"How is that possible? What feelings does the dead servant have for him? A deep father-son relationship?"

"True, then this turtle must be useful for something?"

"Probably."

"That's right, wasn't the boss pulled in by the big boss for a chat? Maybe that's what they were talking about. I bet we're going to sea."

Tong City was located in the Yangtze River estuary area, with unique port conditions. Starting from Tong City, going to sea to eliminate demons and hunt at the same time wouldn't be too difficult.

Xu Qinglang nodded. He thought the old Daoist's analysis made some sense.

In any case,

no matter how they analyzed it,

they wouldn't believe the real reason,

which was what Zhou Ze himself had said:

the old Daoist wanted to eat turtle eggs, so let him eat them.

Wasn't that nonsense?

"Oh, I'm going back to lie down for a while. I've got a bit of a cold these days and I'm not feeling very well."

The old Daoist slowly got up.

"You've got a cold. Go out less often next time. You're getting old, be careful of getting struck by lightning."

"No can do, no can do. I'll look as much as I can, take care as much as I can. Everyone has it hard, everyone has it hard."

The old Daoist waved his hand.

"I'm leaving."

"Hey, are you still eating the turtle eggs that thing lays every day? I should be the one leaving, you stay and take care of it."

"Oh, that's right."

The old Daoist turned around and came back, standing in front of the fish tank, somewhat puzzled.

"What does this big turtle eat?"

"Probably eats meat."

"Then am I a moron, feeding it meat just to eat an egg?"

"After all, these eggs are extraordinary. Old Zhou even said that you're getting old and should eat something good."

The old Daoist smiled sheepishly when he heard this.

"Hey, what am I? Anyway, in this life, I'll eat anything, I don't have any dietary restrictions. How about this, I'll go to the park behind and pull some grass to feed it later?"

"If you feed it grass, it won't lay eggs, right? Even a hen needs to be fed some feed to lay eggs."

"If it doesn't lay eggs, I'll kill it and eat the meat."

"…………" Turtle.

"Alright, Old Xu, you take care of it for me first, I'll go outside and pull some grass, I'll see if it eats it. Tsk, I'll collect those few eggs from just now, and I'll trouble you tonight to make me some fried rice with eggs for supper, okay?"

"Sure."

"Thanks, Old Xu. To be honest, the most comfortable meals I've eaten in this life are still the ones you've cooked."

The old Daoist waved his hand again and walked out.

After the old Daoist's figure disappeared at the door,

Xu Qinglang smiled and took out another cigarette, putting it in his mouth.

"Who told you to get old? Even Old Zhou said you should eat something good. Heh, that sounds really ominous.

Fortunately, it wasn't said by a doctor. Usually when a doctor says something like that, it means…………"

Xu Qinglang suddenly took the cigarette out of his mouth.

He suddenly remembered

that Zhou Ze

was actually a doctor!

…………

"Yingying, clothes."

Zhou Ze shouted from the bathroom.

The clothes he had on before were destroyed in the explosion, so now that he had taken a shower, he definitely had to get a new set.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

After a while,

the sound of the little monkey came from the bathroom door.

Zhou Ze opened the bathroom door wrapped in a towel.

He saw the little monkey standing at the door holding a set of his clothes, raising them high.

"Heh, thanks."

Zhou Ze reached out and pinched the little monkey's head.

Then he remembered

that Yingying had gone to Doctor Lin to exchange tips on dressing up, and she hadn't come back yet. It had been a whole night and she still hadn't come back. Were the sisters getting along that well?

After putting on his clothes, Zhou Ze walked behind the bar and poured himself a glass of water, putting two ice cubes in it.

He wanted to lie down on the sofa for a while, but since Yingying wasn't here, there wouldn't be any coffee or ironed newspapers, so he didn't bother lying down.

"Creak!"

The glass door of the Late Night Bookstore was pushed open.

The white fox staggered in from the corner of the doorway.

Originally white, it looked like a pink fox!

Not because it had accidentally gotten dye on its body, but purely because of the alcohol evaporation. This thing was drunk.

As soon as it came in,

the bookstore was filled with the smell of alcohol.

Boss Zhou looked up,

gritting his teeth.

Great,

in addition to the lingering fishy smell, the bookstore now had the smell of booze. It was really impossible to stay in here.

"Thump!"

The white fox jumped onto the bar,

standing upright on its hind legs,

waving its front paws,

like a Corgi trying to be cute.

"This time, I helped you a lot!"

the white fox's voice rang out.

"You helped me go drinking?"

"Ptooey, what drinking? Some people with no eyes wanted to kidnap your woman, still seafood from the sea;

no, they're demons from the sea. I turned into that Lin girl and let them capture me."

"Oh, I see."

Boss Zhou finally understood who the dead servant's younger brother was talking about when he said his woman had been captured.

So after all that,

they captured the white fox?

Zhou Ze reached out and grabbed the white fox's tail, shaking it.

"This time, thank you."

"No thanks needed, drunken crabs are delicious."

The white fox jumped off the bar again,

staggering to the corner sofa that it liked to stay in these days, jumped up, and began to snore.

What a beautiful fox demon! It was also considered a beauty when it transformed into a human, but its snoring was so loud.

But it was indeed dangerous. If he hadn't happened to have the white fox send Doctor Lin back that day, Old Turtle and his gang would have really captured Doctor Lin.

Actually, Zhou Ze didn't have many people he cared about. It was really hard for the kind of dog-blood drama that was often performed on TV to happen, where someone was captured to threaten him.

In all honesty,

it seemed that apart from Yingying being captured as a threat,

if anyone else was in that situation,

he would most likely choose not to accept any compromises.

Even if the other party killed them,

he would more simply choose to avenge them.

Because Zhou Ze thought that the kind of being blackmailed plot was too stupid, too boring, and not fun at all.

Zhou Ze took another sip of water.

It just so happened that the little monkey was squatting behind the bar playing Honor of Kings on its phone. The little monkey was indeed very talented in games, and Yingying often had it carry her.

Boss Zhou gently touched the little monkey with his foot.

The little monkey looked up at Zhou Ze, its eyes full of doubt.

"Has something happened to the old Daoist recently?"

The little monkey frowned,

hesitated for a moment,

and then shook its head as if very determined.

The way it shook its head

was really conflicted.

"He told you not to tell anyone, right?"

The little monkey nodded.

"Do you want to watch him die?"

Zhou Ze asked again.

The little monkey immediately shook its head.

"Then tell me, what exactly happened to him."

The little monkey scratched the fur on its face, took a deep breath, and then ran straight up the stairs.

Obviously, no matter how it was asked by the old Daoist to promise to keep the secret,

in this matter,

it was really too difficult for the little monkey to completely not tell anyone.

In the whole Late Night Bookstore,

it had the best relationship with the old Daoist.

Zhou Ze naturally followed up.

The little monkey pushed open the door to its and the old Daoist's room,

crawled under the bed,

and soon,

a white paper bag was dragged out from inside.

The little monkey pointed at the bag.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

Zhou Ze was very familiar with this paper bag. It was the kind that hospitals usually prepared for patients, which were relatively strong.

Zhou Ze picked up the bag.

Sure enough,

there were the words "People's Hospital" on the outside of the bag.

He pulled out the examination report from inside.

Boss Zhou skipped the rest

and went straight to the diagnosis confirmation.

He opened it and took a look.

His eyes immediately narrowed.

"Stomach cancer... late stage."