?Reading on mobile phone Qin Shao once again realized that girls being too smart actually isn't a blessing. Eight-zero electronic book Regardless of whether my brother had previously set traps for you, at the crucial moment it was I who saved your life—this fact cannot be erased. Yet, looking at Qingya's current attitude, she seems to believe that his so-called heroic rescue was entirely expected, and now she's demanding compensation with such pride—this is truly ungrateful. Reflecting on the situation at the time, he felt quite relieved—hadn't the peak-level realist been even more clumsy, choosing to act directly instead of merely talking? Then not only would he have succeeded in rescuing Qingya, but even his own life might have been at risk. Yet, when it came to the beautiful Inspector, he found himself at a loss for arguments. His good intentions were being treated as if they were out of touch—his brother's life truly was hard. He glanced at Qingya, who was full of confidence, with a touch of resignation, and remarked, "Now I finally understand you. We always thought that officials in the cultivation world would be more upright than those in the mundane world—how different could they be from the corrupt bureaucrats we're used to?" The woman interrupted: "You're mistaken. As inspectors, we never embezzle or accept bribes—this is our key distinction from others!" Qin, not at all yielding, countered, "Then what about the tea last time? What's the explanation?" "An accident, perhaps..." "And you uprooted over a thousand precious medicinal seedlings—what's that supposed to mean?" "Qingya grew impatient: "That's because I've helped you—so you're grateful to me now..." Qin Shao spread his hands. "No matter what excuse you come up with, you always erase the fact that I've helped you. Whenever I help you, you feel entitled to receive something in return. But when it comes to me, you act as if you've never given a cent—what on earth am I supposed to say about your character?!" The elegant监察使 flushed deeply, having just gained the upper hand, only to be completely turned around by this irritable young man. Qin Shao strode toward the lake, leaving her with a firm back, and added a remark that only made her more furious: "Well, then, I'm giving up on asking for anything from you. Honestly, I'm just as stingy as a hen with its eggs—what's the point of even trying to be polite to you!" "You..." Qingya found herself at a loss for words. Watching his retreating figure, the beautiful Inspector grew furious, blowing her cheeks and glaring, only after a long moment did she regain her composure: "Well, you've got guts! Once I'm fully recovered, I'll give you a good beating—my way of repaying your life-saving grace!" Qin Shao lounged comfortably in his beach chair, still holding a glass of red wine, utterly enjoying the moment. He shouted loudly to the sky, silently resolving to himself that next time he'd cut right to the chase and say nothing. There was even more that was driving him mad—after leaving this place, he'd searched everywhere, only to find no trace of Dai Jun. Standing in the corner, his face looked as if it had been scorched by the pot's bottom. For the first time in his life, he was entering the worldly realm, and everything had been arranged by Dai Jun. Without that skilled flatterer and smooth talker, he felt completely at a loss. The most immediate issue was: where were the entertainment options? He didn't know, and even if he did, it would be useless—his wallet was empty. Though there were some gold and silver treasures tucked inside his jade belt, he had no idea where to exchange them. Could it really be that simple—just go back, having only just come out, and still not having enjoyed himself at all? His eyes fell upon a gold jewelry store across the street, where a sign clearly read: "High-value recycling of gold and other precious metals." His eyes lit up—truly, heaven hadn't abandoned him after all. First, he'd change some money, then check into a luxury hotel. They say that once you check in, someone will naturally call to inquire about special services. Yes, that's exactly what he'd do. With a steady resolve, he walked into the jewelry store. Noticing that the customer was an elderly man with gray hair, the female attendant immediately smiled and asked, "Mr. Customer, would you like to purchase jewelry?" Such regular visits from older customers are quite common—usually, they buy items like zodiac pendants or longevity locks for their grandchildren, and they always spend generously. The elderly man lowered his voice and said, "I'm not buying—I'm selling. Don't you recycle gold?" "Oh, yes," the attendant nodded. When the jewelry store recycles precious metals, it charges a depreciation fee—offering a lower price, then sending the items to the manufacturer for processing and re-selling them at the retail price of gold ornaments, plus adding a fabrication fee. This allows them to earn a solid profit, so they are eager to engage in such transactions. The elderly man pulled out a piece of gold ingot from his pocket, and the staff's eyes immediately widened. A few minutes later, a police car stopped at the door, and three officers took the renowned cultivator, Fengding Zhenren, away without any hesitation. The gold ingot, which had weighed nearly one jin earlier, appeared to have an unclear origin, so the staff couldn't act on their own and promptly reported the matter. Thus, the cultivator who had been a prominent figure in the cultivation world ended up in the hands of the police. He had wisely chosen not to resist, thinking that mere police officers couldn't possibly challenge him. Soon, he realized that this very assumption was entirely mistaken. After reaching the police station recently, they demanded that he produce his ID and explain the origin of the gold ingot. Naturally, he had no ID, but he could certainly recount the story of the gold ingot. Yet he feared these seemingly unimpressive officers wouldn't believe him. With a quick glance, he pulled out a well-worn tactic—playing on his age and experience. Since he appeared to be in his seventies or eighties, once he adopted a stubborn, elderly demeanor, the officers found themselves at a loss and ultimately had no choice but to temporarily detain the gold ingot before releasing him. After this unexpected incident, the man, who had always been known for his tenacity, became more cautious, making sure that the officers didn’t follow him. He then visited another jewelry store, presenting a small piece of gold he had carefully detached from a different ingot, and successfully exchanged it for around seven or eight thousand yuan. Following the same procedure, by the time he stepped out of the fourth jewelry store, he had accumulated nearly thirty thousand yuan in cash. This completely erased his earlier displeasure, and he kept marveling at how utterly undervalued money was in the worldly realm—such a small amount of gold could fetch so much, surely enough for several enjoyable outings. Then, he happily headed to the hotel.