Working: Start by earning the boss a hundred million!

Chapter 67 An Increasingly Strange Feeling
“No, Dad, no, they’re just making this up,” Cheng Ying tried to deny.

Mr. Cheng looked somewhat dejected, staring blankly at Cheng Ying as she hurriedly explained.

He then looked at Cheng Mai, "So, your... friend is even more powerful than that mage, is that right?" He swallowed the word "bodyguard," but did not admit that Cheng Mai had any other relationship with him.

After he said that, Cheng Ying, who had been denying it, fell silent and stared straight at her father.

“She has a soul, and your mother must have one too. Since he’s so powerful, he must be able to let me see your mother’s soul,” Mr. Cheng said, a hope rising in his eyes.

"Do you think she would want to see you?" Cheng Mai asked rhetorically.

"No, I don't need her to see me, I just need to see her. I'll give you all my money, all of it, as long as I can see her." Mr. Cheng became increasingly excited, as if he was certain that his wish would be fulfilled in the next second.

Cheng Mai didn't feel moved; he just found it funny.

"Since you want to see her so much, then tomorrow at noon, in the back garden," Cheng Mai said slowly, without saying another word, and turned to leave the room.

Shang Xingjian stood up, looked at the chair he had just sat on, and initially wanted to put it away, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt it was really unlucky.

After leaving the room, Cheng Mai did not immediately return to his room. Instead, he leaned on the railing and looked downstairs, waiting for Shang Xingjian to come over.

"Isn't that chair an antique? You're just going to throw it away like that?"

“It was something I grabbed from the company when I left; it’s not an antique.” Shang Xingjian leaned against the railing, looking at Cheng Mai. “Maybe he really wants to see your mother?”

Cheng Mai glanced at him, then quickly looked away and looked downstairs. "I used to think he had some feelings for my mother, but I later realized that the person he cares about most is himself."

If she really cared, she wouldn't have gone so many years without visiting the cemetery.

"Maybe he really wanted to use Cheng Ying to see some kind of monk, and then think he could see your mother."

Wouldn't it have been faster for him to die?

“That makes sense.” Shang Xingjian felt that this was indeed a new idea.

There was a noise coming from the room; it must be Shen Luo and the others arriving.

Cheng Mai straightened up and went back, but Shang Xingjian did not go back immediately. He remained standing in the same spot, seemingly very interested in the layout of the living room.

Cheng Mai glanced back at him but didn't call out to him; he went straight into the room.

The only person who came this time was Shen Luo, mainly because they were worried about alerting the enemy, and Shen Luo would be leaving soon anyway, so they came to deliver something to her.

"The boss wants Qilin blood. This stuff is very precious, so keep it safe." Shen Luo handed a small bottle, no bigger than a fingernail, to Cheng Mai. "Are you sure you don't need me to stay and help?"

"The boss said it's not necessary, he can handle it." Cheng Mai took it, and felt that the small bottle was faintly hot. It didn't seem to contain blood, but rather fire.

"Then be careful." Shen Luo glanced out the window, then left without lingering any longer.

Cheng Mai stayed in the room, turned on his computer, and worked on some tasks before returning to the business.

"It's on the table, Shen Luo brought it over." Cheng Mai nodded his chin at the edge of the table and continued dealing with her business.

The merchant glanced at it briefly, then walked straight to the bed and lay down. "After dealing with things here, it won't be possible to resolve this without a reward of at least 100,000 or 200,000."

Cheng Mai gave him a cold look. "Fine, I'll give you 100,000."

In the end, it's still her money. After all, making the boss make a mistake is easier than losing weight by not eating rice.

The merchant was satisfied and closed his eyes to rest, even his breathing gradually became steady.

Once the room was completely silent, Cheng Mai looked up at the sleeping Shang Xingjian. It seemed like everyone else in the company didn't need to sleep, except for Shang Xingjian, who seemed to steal time and use it all for sleeping. As if possessed, Cheng Mai got up and walked towards Shang Xingjian, standing by the bed watching him sleep.

Even when Shang Xingjian was asleep, he seemed to have a smile on his face, which was something that was hard for humans to do. Could this be the legendary divine physiognomy?

Cheng Mai leaned closer to Shang Xingjian, as if trying to compare him to the person in his dream to see if they were the same person.

"Don't think you can take advantage of me just because I'm asleep." Shang Xingjian pushed her face away with one hand, and without waking up, he turned to his side and continued to sleep.

Cheng Mai shoved his hand away, asking who was taking advantage of him.

"Get up, this is my bed." Cheng Mai said, pulling Shang Xingjian to his feet.

"I need to conserve my energy today so I can lure out the person behind me tomorrow. Don't mess with me, or what if I can't beat them tomorrow?"

Cheng Mai: "..." I don't believe him. Who in this world can be his match?

"Will the person behind us really come?"

"No, but this time it's definitely not those good-for-nothings from Fengcheng." Shang Xingjian clearly looked down on the people from Fengcheng and hoped that the people who came this time wouldn't disappoint him.

Cheng Mai used a pillow to hit Shang Xingjian, but he still didn't wake up.

"Aren't you all supposed to be able to predict the future?" But she didn't think she'd ever seen them use that skill.

That's why she initially thought these people were all con artists.

"The most basic things, the things they can predict and calculate, I can see through at a glance. The truly powerful villains are not those you can find just by being able to predict and calculate." Shang Xingjian didn't seem to be asleep or awake, but that didn't stop him from answering questions at all.

Cheng Mai bent down and waved his hand in front of him. His eyeballs under his eyelids didn't move at all. Was he really asleep?
But how could he answer his questions while asleep?

"Shang Xingjian, do you know who's behind this?" Cheng Mai suddenly asked.

Her response was silence, and more silence.

Cheng Mai slightly pursed his lips; this question-and-answer machine could even selectively answer questions.

"Qin Mai is really not your ex-wife? That child is really not your son?" Cheng Mai asked indignantly.

Her response was still silence, followed by stillness.

Is this question as difficult to answer as "Who is the person behind me?"

"Men, they're all the same," Cheng Mai cursed, then turned and went back to his work.

“I am a god, not a human being; the rules of the human world do not apply to me.”

This sentence provides the answer.

The person remained asleep.

Cheng Mai looked back; the man was asleep. He took a few steps and looked back again; the man was still asleep.

After repeating this several times, Cheng Mai suddenly stopped. She vaguely felt that this scene had occurred before, but she couldn't recall any further details.

Cheng Mai frowned. What exactly was going on?

Why does she feel increasingly familiar with the person named Jian from the business?

Is it because she inherited the wisdom of the God of Wisdom?
The feeling was very clear; it didn't seem to come out randomly.