Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 388 Who is the Ghost_1

Both parties took their seats, and Qingfeng brought over a wooden box, opened it, and took out two cigars, which he and Mingyue started to light using a burning pine twig.

"I’ve heard Mr. Cui is a connoisseur of cigars."

Xiao Ming said, "I’m not knowledgeable in this regard and was afraid the ones from outside wouldn’t suit your taste. So, I specifically called Sir Zhou Jicang yesterday and plundered a box of his treasured collection, hoping it would satisfy you."

Cui Zhibo rotated the jade ring on his left thumb, smiled, and nodded: "Mr. Xiao is too kind, I’m truly honored."

By then, the cigars were lit, and Qingfeng handed one to Xiao Ming, while Mingyue respectfully offered the other to Cui Zhibo.

"These are my two juniors," Xiao Ming added, "my nephew Qingfeng, from the Thief Sect; and my niece Mingyue, an elite of the Worm Sect."

The pair of youngsters bowed courteously to Cui Zhibo, then retreated behind Xiao Ming and stood at attention. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Cui Zhibo looked at the cigar in his hand and after a moment offered a faint smile, took a puff, and said, "I’ve long heard about Mr. Xiao’s ’Aberrant’ abilities, and I didn’t believe it at first. Now seeing the boy and girl behind you, I understand that seeing is truly believing.

Mr. Xiao clearly is a celestial among mortals!"

"Oh my! I dare not accept such praise as ’Saint’," Xiao Ming waved his hands dismissively, "I’m scared of being struck by lightning if I accept such titles in front of an actual deity!"

Cui Zhibo shook his head: "Mr. Xiao worries too much. The more one relies on the divine for a living, the less one believes in the divine in this world.

If there really were divine punishments, I would indeed like to witness one."

"Hmm, Mr. Cui, your words are profound! I’ve always believed that the more a company indulges in patriotic marketing, the less patriotic it actually is."

"Oh? From what I know, such companies are usually very large, famous, and profitable.

I find it hard to imagine that Mr. Xiao would give up such a simple and effective marketing strategy."

"Because there’s no need!"

Xiao Ming spread his hands,"I work in investment. I just finance them with money, pray for their business to be prosperous so they can dupe more idiots into buying their overpriced products, and then I just wait for the dividend. Of course, this doesn’t stop me from cursing them privately, hoping their sons are born without anuses."

Cui Zhibo narrowed his eyes slightly: "Contributing to tyranny is then one of those things."

"No, no, no, Mr. Cui, you’ve got the cause and effect mixed up.

Those who are qualified for such marketing are supported by strong forces. With or without me, their business will flourish. Describing a small investor like me with ’contributing to tyranny’ is far too harsh!

Besides, the money from those idiots is bound to be swindled by someone, so it might as well end up in my hands. At least when I spend the money and enjoy myself, I’ll utter a silent ’Amitabha’ and spare a thought for them."

Cui Zhibo’s eyebrows lifted, and then he burst into laughter again.

Mingyue was left utterly baffled by the laughter.

She understood each word of their conversation but combined together, it all seemed like nonsense to her.

She knew the truth was certainly not as she thought, but she was helpless to understand, stealing glances at Qingfeng beside her. Seeing him gazing at the back of Xiao Ming’s head with admiration, she felt somewhat irritated.

The jerk, always so crafty—certainly he’d tricked me countless times before!

The girl quietly shifted her foot onto Qingfeng’s shoe and began to trample down hard.

Qingfeng was utterly taken aback but couldn’t show it, bearing the pain with a grimace while imploringly looking at his girlfriend with his eyes.

In that moment, he envied Xiao Ming immensely.

Thinking of the women around his uncle, even the fiercest Ding Jianwei would only tweak his collar at worst, but his darling? Her way of acting coquettishly was truly painful.

Where could one even argue this?

Then, Cui Zhibo suddenly asked in a serious tone, "Must the Hao Family die?"

Xiao Ming’s smile quickly faded: "No, all four families must die."

"You’re not worth that much."

"My value far exceeds your imagination, it’s of the kind you can’t afford."

"In that case," Cui Zhibo leaned back against the couch, "do we still need to talk?"

Xiao Ming looked defiant: "I say there’s a need, so there is a need. Even if the ’Saint’ doesn’t want to talk, he must."

"Oh? Do tell."

Xiao Ming crossed his legs: "109 Huangjiang Middle Road, Donghai City; 32 Jianzhong Street; Safety Deposit Box No. 1106, Citibank on Wuxiu Road.

And the 2nd Floor West Unit, No. 58 Building, Alley 13 Yangchang Road.

Mr. Cui, do you need me to go on?"

With each address Cui Zhibo heard, his face darkened a shade, and the speed with which he rotated his ring increased, until it came to an abrupt halt after the last one was mentioned.

The first three locations Xiao Ming revealed were where the organization stored materials and archives, but the last one was his actual home, known only to those he was extremely close to and trusted deeply!

Yet, his eyes were only filled with suspicion, not fear, utterly composed.

"Mr. Xiao’s intelligence network is truly astonishing.

However, this might explain how you came to know my true identity.

Among my people, who is the spy?"

Xiao Ming exhaled a plume of smoke towards the ceiling, smiling: "You guess!"

Cui Zhibo’s gaze was as dark as still water: "I hadn’t expected Mr. Xiao to have taken an interest in the Red Lotus Society long ago.

Sending Nanxi to Qingyang was indeed laughable on my part, my apologies!"