The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

296: Chapter 296 The Gathering of Heroes: Huo ZiqiangIn the northern suburbs of Quancheng, by the Yellow River, on a fishing platform, Zhang Dahai, who was over forty, was fishing. His expression was very tense, staring fixedly at the float like a novice, not daring to relax for even a second.

Until a subordinate approached: ”Boss, Zhang Pengxiao has been brought back.”

Zhang Dahai asked without turning his head: ”What’s the situation?”

”He’s dead, beheaded.”

”Any other information?”

”His wallet and such weren’t lost, and his phone is still there, but the two small dharma instruments he had on him are missing.”

”No other information?”

”Yes, we helped collect the bodies of the two who came from Taiwan, and the one who is still alive has been sent to the hospital.”

”What was the name of the living one again?”

”Yang Jinyuan.”

”How much of her master’s skills did she learn?”

”Maybe half, but she is too young and probably lacks experience.”

”Find the best hospital and doctor to perform surgery on her and let her recover as soon as possible.” Zhang Dahai’s float suddenly moved, and he stood up abruptly to lift the fishing rod, but the hook was empty; there was nothing there.

Zhang Dahai silently re-baited, cast the line, and then continued to ask: ”What about the dharma instruments brought by the people from Taiwan?”

”Not a single one was left.”

”Did you search thoroughly?”

”Yes, we turned the villa upside down and didn’t find a single one. They were all taken back to Jiguang Zhai by Han Jingyang.”

”Hmph,” Zhang Dahai let out a muffled snort: ”Find Yang Jinyuan and ask her how many dharma instruments her master brought, and what the most important one looks like. Once you’ve asked clearly, go find Han Jingyang and buy them. Pay whatever Han Jingyang asks for, as long as I can afford it.”

”Yes, Boss.”

”However, I suspect Han Jingyang won’t sell. He deals in dharma instruments; he definitely won’t easily sell good items once he gets his hands on them. In the end, we’ll still have to fight it out. Here’s what you do: you have half a month to prepare. Investigate all of Han Jingyang’s interpersonal relationships and background information, then mobilize experts and be ready to act at any time.”

”Boss, what level of experts should I mobilize?”

”How many A-level experts are available to be mobilized right now?”

”Currently, there are six in Quancheng who don’t have any missions.”

”What about S-level?”

”Only one.”

”Who is it?”

”Mr. Xu Huaixin, but Mr. Xu just finished the work at hand and is currently on vacation.”

”I’ll talk to him. You just make the arrangements first. Remember, I’m giving you half a month. We’ll try civility before force; we are low-key, but we aren’t pushovers.”

”Yes, Boss.”

”Remember, those dharma instruments are what’s most important.”

”Yes, Boss.”

The subordinate left.

A middle-aged man wearing a white, short-sleeved, medium-length Chinese-style shirt appeared silently behind Zhang Dahai and coughed: ”Boss Zhang, you have a good hobby.”

Zhang Dahai’s body stiffened, but he still didn’t turn his head: ”Who are you?”

”Are you afraid?”

”Yes, I’m very afraid of death, but I am never controlled by the emotion of fear, so you’d better state your identity and your purpose.”

”My name is Huo Ziqiang.”

”Your identity, your purpose.”

”I am from the Qunying Society and am the person in charge of the Qunying Society in Quancheng. As for my purpose, I just want to discuss some cooperation with Boss Zhang.”

”What kind of cooperation?”

”Regarding the Yellow River.”

”Get lost!”

Huo Ziqiang smiled, bowed, and slowly retreated. While retreating, he whispered: ”Boss Zhang, Han Jingyang is not as easy to deal with as you imagine. After you fail, you can call me. In the matter of dealing with Han Jingyang, we have room for cooperation.”

”Of course, there is a prerequisite: you must survive Han Jingyang’s counterattack.”

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist.

A silver business card with gold edges flew towards Zhang Dahai like lightning, but it plummeted rapidly beside him, nailing into the solid wooden board with a ”thud,” sinking deep into the wood.

After Huo Ziqiang disappeared, Zhang Dahai slowly moved, bent down, and picked up the business card.

He couldn’t pick it up on the first try.

He pulled it out with force.

He glanced at it, took a photo, and then casually threw the business card into the seemingly calm Yellow River, continuing to fish.

Only then did a bodyguard quickly approach: ”Boss, that person just now...”