Ling Ping'an wandered in the forest of seafood and meat.
"Little darling..." he asked his pet, "What should we eat?"
The kitten in his arms meowed softly.
Ling Ping'an smiled and walked to the fish area in front of him.
Puffer fish fillet, tuna fillet, salmon fillet …
There were also strange gourmet delicacies such as sea urchins.
"Eating raw food is what a gentleman should do!" Ling Ping'an smiled and picked up a plate. He casually chose a few pieces of fish slices. He planned to taste them first.
If it doesn't taste good …
Then I'll bite the bullet and eat it!
He couldn't trouble Chiba Michiko for every meal.
Ling Ping'an really wanted to see that little Fusang chef right now. He was afraid of embarrassment!
Turning around, Ling Ping'an saw a man about his age standing behind him. When the man saw him turn around, he immediately bowed politely.
Ling Ping'an glanced at him and nodded.
He took the tray and walked to a corner.
That person kept looking at Ling Ping'an.
It was not until Ling Ping'an sat down that he seemed to feel a little regretful and walked into the distance alone.
Ling Ping'an looked at this person and shook his head, "A strange person!"
However …
He was not a curious baby. He would not casually chat with others just to satisfy his curiosity.
He had learned his lesson last night.
Ling Ping'an knew that he should learn his lesson!
In the future, don't casually talk to people, and don't casually run around with people.
After all, he had to be careful when he was outside!
He didn't want his youngest aunt to come out and redeem him in the end. That would be too shameful!
However, at the same time, Ling Ping'an had another thought that quietly lingered in his heart.
"Just an ant, don't bother with him!"
This thought was incomparably savage and domineering, looking down on all things!
But Ling Ping'an didn't seem to notice anything.
He lowered his head, picked up his knife and fork, and began to eat.
"I hope it's delicious!" he said.
Confucius once said, "One can never get tired of eating fine and fine!"
Delicacies were the food of a gentleman!
Back then, Chen Deng ate fish fillet and refused to stop until his stomach was full of parasites. In the end, he died of parasitic diseases.
Fortunately, this was the modern era.
Most of the food was sea fish, so there was no need to worry about the risk of parasites.
Therefore, Ling Ping'an ate at ease.
First, it was the tuna belly.
It was soft and oily, but …
"This smell..." Ling Ping'an sighed, "It's not even one-third of Chiba Chan's!"
Fortunately, it was not unpalatable.
Therefore, Ling Ping'an could barely pinch his nose and fill his stomach.
As he ate, he fed his cat.
However, the little fellow seemed to be as picky as him.
He didn't seem to be very happy with the food either.
Moreover, looking at this fellow's appearance, this Imperial Capital's popular food wasn't even as delicious as the cat food at home!
Ling Ping'an was also amused, "It seems that even the royal family is the same..."
"The food in this restaurant is all about extravagance, not taste …"
"It's just for show …"
He shook his head. "I'm really bored!"
However, this was the current world.
There was no other way!
… …
Ouyang Jin walked back to his seat dejectedly.
Qin Ming looked at it and asked curiously, "Why didn't you greet Young Master Ling?"
Ouyang Jin glanced at this fellow, shook his head, and said: "What do you know?"
"When have you ever seen a True Dragon care about mortals? Would an elephant care about ants? "
Qin Ming didn't quite understand.
From his understanding, that Young Master Ling of Jiang City probably had an elder who was a high-ranking official in the imperial capital, which was why this Xisong Shixun attached so much importance to him!
However, there was no big shot with the surname Ling in the imperial capital's cabinet?
Could it be that he was a minister in the palace?
Or...
Qin Ming's eyes were blurry. He thought of a more likely guess.
"Is he the nephew of a big shot from the Gonghe Party or the Datong Party?"
The Gonghe Party and the Datong Party were both theoretical.
Usually, they were mostly invisible and lurking. They only appeared when policies were introduced, formulated, and publicized.
And when it came to governing the country, these big shots would usually leave it to the cabinet ministers.
After all, they didn't know how to govern the country.
They were just writers.
Thinking of this, Qin Ming took out his phone and planned to check the current big shots of the Gonghe Party or the Datong Party.
This was very easy.
The list of the board of directors of the Gonghe Research Institute and the Datong Research Institute was public.
However, after searching through the public list of these two organizations, there was not a single scholar with the surname Ling.
This made Qin Ming confused.
"Could it be that he is the nephew of a certain Great Protector?"
The Great Protector of the Supreme Court was a living saint of the Federal Empire. He was known as the 'Heavenly Protector' and was the gatekeeper and mountain guard dog of the Constitution.
Every Great Protector could be considered the benchmark of morality and law in the Federal Empire!
Naturally, they were all highly respected and respected masters of the Way of Learning!
As a result, the judgments of the Great Protectors were often compared to the works of ancient literary giants.
It was the judgment standard that represented the literary attainments of an era!
However, Qin Ming racked his brains, but he couldn't remember that there was a Great Protector with the surname Ling in the Supreme Court of the Federal Empire!
He shook his head.
Coincidentally, at this time, in a group that he had joined yesterday, everyone was discussing the thunderstorm last night.
There were all kinds of things said.
There were even people who said things like 'there was a mighty figure giving a lecture last night'.
Qin Ming looked at it and only sneered, "You want to trick me into cultivating again!"
He had already fallen for similar tricks several times.
The first time was ancient martial arts. He spent a lot of money and didn't learn anything.
The second time was talismans. He bought countless so-called 'Heavenly and Earthly treasures', but they were all useless.
The most recent time was when someone encouraged some 'jade gambling'.
They said that it was some jade dug out from a spirit vein, and it contained good things that could prolong one's life.
As long as he won a bet, he would become rich.
In the end, he threw in a few million, but he didn't get anything.
Since then, Qin Ming didn't believe in ghosts, transcendent being, cultivation, or ancient martial arts.
They were all liars who wanted to harvest leeks.
However …
In the group chat, an ID suddenly appeared and said: Let me tell you, there is indeed a mighty figure in our Luming Villa. He is among us … Everyone, be careful!
The ID typed again: That mighty figure should be from Jiang City. I don't know his exact age or appearance, but … he is very powerful!
Someone asked: How powerful is he? Can he overturn rivers and seas?
That person only typed a 'hehe'.
Qin Ming looked at it and couldn't help but join the chat. He typed: If you want to talk about someone from Jiang City, I know one …
He continued to type: I even came all the way with him …
Now, I met him again. In the buffet restaurant of the Yan Lou, he was holding a cat and sitting in a corner …
When he came, I remember that he was later picked up by the Eldest Princess …
When he sent this last paragraph.
Qin Ming realized that he had been kicked out of the group.
Then, a brand-new ID sent a friend request.
Qin Ming felt baffled. He accepted the friend request of this ID, Qingfeng Xulai.
As soon as that person passed, he immediately asked: Is he still here?
Qin Ming looked up. Young Master Ling, who was holding the cat, was indeed still there.
But an idea came to him, and he typed: Why should I tell you?
That person replied without hesitation: I'll give you a million. Tell me if he's still here?
Then, a transfer was sent.
Qingfeng Xulai transferred 1000000 to you!
Qin Ming swallowed his saliva.
Then he replied: Yes, he's in the corner.
Then, with trembling fingers, he accepted the transfer.
That person immediately typed again: I'll give you another million. Help me keep an eye on him and keep me informed of his movements. I'll come over right away. When I arrive, I'll give you another five million!
Without waiting for his agreement, another transfer was sent.
Qingfeng Xulai, I'll transfer you 1000000!
Qin Ming swallowed his saliva and accepted the money.
He felt baffled.
It was so simple, and he got two million?
He couldn't help but pinch his own flesh.
Pain!
It was true!
But …
This matter was too unbelievable!
Qin Ming couldn't help but ask Ouyang Jin, who was opposite him, "Young Master Ouyang, do you believe that there's a pie falling from the sky?"
Ouyang Jin acted as if he didn't hear anything. He stared blankly at the plate in front of him and didn't say anything for a long time.
Until Qin Ming asked again, "Young Master Ouyang, do you believe that there's a pie falling from the sky?"
Ouyang Jin listened and shook his head, "To tell you the truth, Brother Qin …"
He looked at the young man sitting in the distance, "If a pie falls from the sky and falls into your mouth …"
"Then, there's a high probability that the person who fed you the pie must have a greater motive …"
"Otherwise!" Ouyang Jin chuckled, his smile incomparably cruel, "Then he must be looking at something of yours …"
"Flesh and blood, tendons and bones …"
"There's no love for no reason in this world …"
"Therefore, all the gifts of fate have already been secretly marked with a price!"
"It's not that the time hasn't come yet!"
Qin Ming's entire body turned cold as he listened.
He took his phone and handed it to Ouyang Jin, "This person just transferred two million to me …"
Ouyang Jin lowered his head and looked at the chat.
He raised his head and looked at Qin Ming.
It was like looking at a dead person.
Then, he immediately stood up and returned the phone to Qin Ming.
This person was too stupid!
It was better to stay away from him.
Otherwise, he would be struck by lightning!
Qin Ming watched as Ouyang Jin threw the phone back and left without looking back. He also panicked!
"Young Master Ouyang … Young Master Ouyang … Wait for me …"
But Ouyang Jin walked even faster!
In the end, he took the invitation letter, swiped his card, entered a safe passage, and then closed the door.
Qin Ming's hands and feet were cold. Even now, he could taste it.
Two million!
That was the income of his ancestral property for several years!
Now, someone casually gave him two million and only asked him one question and made a request.
And there was still five million after the matter was done!
Then the problem came.
Was that person an idiot?
Or was he an idiot? Did he have nowhere to spend his money?
If not …
Then the problem came.
What kind of thing could make someone casually throw out such a large sum of money without batting an eye?
What did he mean by giving this money?
In Qin Ming's heart, three words appeared: money to buy his life!
In order to make the death warriors willing to die, the great figures of ancient times supported them with a lot of money!
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